Ian takes his medicine

In front of Ginni, he didn’t see that he had any other option other than to take them. Which of course, Nurse Pennyweather knew, which was why she had tracked him down and accosted him in the corridor. Not for the first time in his career, he found himself surprised by the nefarious machinations put into practice by apparently dumb bimbo slut teachers and schoolgirls alike around him that continually tricked him into finding ways to enlarge his horsecock and increase his horniness. And all so they could have their assholes filled with over one and a half foot of pure, prime-grade bull cock 24/7!

It really wasn’t fair.

And it couldn’t have happened at a worse possible time!

Looking directly into Nurse Pennyweather’s eyes, mouth smiling, eyes definitely not, Ian grasped the bunch of pills from nurse Pennyweather’s palm.

‘Bottoms up!’ the Nurse said, ‘we’ll have that circulation throbbing round your body in no time!’

Staring the gorgeous, statuesque, infuriating fuckdoll down, Ian stonefaced Nurse Pennyweather and golloped them all down in one.

‘There,’ he said. ‘Happy?’

‘It must be so lovely to have your colleagues care for you like this,’ Ginni put in, ‘I’m so impressed by the camaraderie here, I must make a note of it!’

‘Yeah, it’s great,’ Ian said, knowing that the pills he had just taken would be racing as if late for an appointment to further inflate his already ludicrously huge and turgid cock, ‘you’re the best, Nurse Pennyweather. I’ll catch up with you later.’

‘All in a day’s work,’ the Nurse said, ‘now, you must excuse me. My infirmary is just crammed today! Seems everyone wants their temperature taken…’

Please don’t say rectally, Ian thought.

‘… some form of bug is going round and the poor boys are really backed up!’

That was good enough, Ian thought. Then, involuntarily, he groaned.

Another twelve of these god damn pills. Twelve of the vicious bastards. More than he’d ever taken over the course of a day, and he’d done them in one go!

Nurse Pennyweather tried to suppress a disconcertingly triumphant smirk.

‘Mr White,’ Ginni observed, ‘you’ve gone pale! All the blood has drained from your face!’

Yeah, no shit, Ian thought. You want to guess where it’s all gone to?

He could feel an intense, intoxicating warmth spread to his groin. The effect was instantaneous. Every single tissue in his cock was engorging massively, the huge pillar of fuck flesh expanding and inflating even harder, thicker with blood, muscle and brawn in the overlong dong almost *creaking* as the pressure began to build. His whole fucking leg that his cock was trussed up with started to lift up of its own accord, lashed inside his trouser leg to the massive size and concrete-hard rigidity of the monster shaft. He glanced down and could see the huge bell end of his dicktip probing past his knee.

This was no time for manners. He blurted the least ridiculous lie available.

‘Sometimes they have a laxative effect! Excuse me!’

And with that, Ian lurched towards the toilets, led by his monster phallus, almost having to crook his leg and hoist it to the side with each step, so encumbered was he by the massive, solid log protruding down his trouser leg that threatened to burst out at any second. And it *was* bursting out. He could hear a final, definitive, unmistakable tearing of the seams of his trousers, and he *just*made it through the doorway to the toilets, flung it open, and lurched inside-

‘Isn’t that the girl’s toilet?’ Ginni asked, observing Ian’s comical escape.

‘When ya gotta go…’ Nurse Pennyweather mused.

As the door slammed shut behind Ian, his cock ripped through his trousers in an explosion of fabric that annihilated both pairs that he had been **** to wear, his now absolutely raging, inhumanly gargantuan and monstrously thick and angry looking cock tearing them like tissue paper.

‘Fuck!!!!’

The spring of the thing as it leapt up and out, spearing out of his groin even caught himself by surprise, the juicy fuckstick rearing out of his groin, now *alarmingly* vascular, finger thick veins utterly turgid all over the surface and the whole thing juicily lubed already with the treacly emissions of precum that had been flowing from his pisshole.

Whatever you do, Ian had time to think, DO NOT CUM. Just find another way for it to go down. Quickly!

Then he saw it.

He had, of course, blundered into the female toilets.

Directly in front of him, the door of the cubicle nearest the toilet wall was wide open.

There, fully displayed, was a new first year student, Riley Hardener. Reilly was a new year mid-semester student having just turned eighteen the Thursday of the previous week and who Ian had been very interested to interview – not uncoincidentally on that very same day – in which Riley had convinced him fully of her deep and sincere need to join the school and to give her absolute best in everything she did.

After he’d wiped all the spunk off his desk, including the computer, its screen, and all the important transfer documents, Ian had actioned Riley’s paperwork immediately, as Riley happily spent the rest of the time on her knees under his office desk, completely obliterated by spunk, smoking his enormous, juicy, slick, spent dong, her mouth completely full and her cheeks bulging, occasionally lifting it out and admiring it worshipfully, smearing the rest of the discharge around her lips and chin.

Ian’s fast tracking of the documents saw Riley admitted to the school immediately, and she started the very next day. He had been meaning to check how she had been settling in this week.

As it turned out: well!

The eighteen year old nymphomaniac teen schoolgirl slut was clearly where she belonged, legs astride a toilet, head turned to the side, mouth open as wide as possible to consume an absolutely immense, throbbing meat stick that was being prodded into her face through a hole from the other side of the wall, where the boy’s toilet was.

Riley had everything going for her: a gorgeous dollface with arched eyebrows and plump, bimbo lips, smooth, gleaming, tanned skin, an insanely huge rack of two massively inflated and jutting, perfectly round chest torpedoes that bulged out over her neat, trim abs, sleeve, stomach and sleeve tattoos, luscious tits, and tumbling chestnut hair.

She was currently wearing a skin-tight white boob tube that couldn’t be more than six inches stretched over her monumental knockers that had the word ‘TITS’ emblazoned on it in pink capital letters, a deep red high-cut thong that went over her hips, and classic transparent stripper sandals with platform soles and eight inch heels.

Riley turned in surprise at Ian’s unexpected entrance after he crashed through the door, absolutely elephantine penis projecting in front of him, and her mouth gawked open widely in shock not just at the appearance of ‘everyone’s favourite teacher’ but the now vast dimensions of the obscenely engorged and gigantically, obscenely inflated and bulgingly vascular cock that was almost contorting in its throbbing state as it reared up in front of him.

Riley registered who it was, and the teen whore grabbed the cock that was protruding through the glory hole, pointing at her face, and waggled it up and down, threads of precum sputtering out of it.

‘Look sir! My first gloryhole!’ she announced proudly.