Blasting Riley Hardener

Ian took in the delightful scene in front of him, and his shoulder slumped.

'Oh, fuck off,' he said, generally.

SPPPPPPLLLLLLLAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

Ian was on a hair trigger and that was all it took. There wasn't any hand to gland action, no fisting of his behemoth, ragingly hard, fuckstick. It just simply exploded.

Riley was frozen in total shock in her pose of smiling broadly, eyes wide in delight, right hand hoisting up the cock that was protruding through the wall at her, as a volcanic splatter of white spunk launched out Ian's brawny, throbbing meat-lance, projecting wildly in a finger-thick beam of white, shooting in a perfectly horizontal line of sticky fluid that splattered both messily and noisily into the stacked brunette whore's eyes.

She was completely blinded by the thick ejection of spunk, which plastered itself, *sticking* as it impacted, all over her forehead, nose, and cheeks, and her mouth was left gaping open. A second passed as she blinked her spunk-clogged eyelashes in shock, still holding the same pose, and then Ian was advancing upon her with alacrity, ruined trousers inhibiting his stride as he put his hand around the bucking, throbbing, bouncing, monster-sized, obscenely distended and convulsing log of flesh, wringing it with fierce footlong strokes to coax more jets of thick, hot, heavy semen at the school girl whore.

Riley took another massive blast of thick, syrupy cum to the face, most of which hit the back of her opened mouth, the **** of it splattering right back out and spurting over her lips, and then another and another, arcs of the stuff pasting thick white lines that stretched from her jawline and chin over her forehead and up into her hair, and when her face was completely obliterated by his hot, thick, sticky cum, Ian, groaning as low as he could no not to alert suspicion to Ginni outside, plastered her shoulders, clavicle, and her huge, heaving, enormously projecting knockers in jet after jet of steaming semen.

Riley didn't let go of the cock that she was hefting and Ian's lip curled as he jetted a few bursts over the smooth, veiny, monster hog that waggled up and down in Riley's hand, lumps of semen smacking into the surface and dangling off in ropes as the teacher got closer and closer to the cubicle. Spunk was dripping off the almost perfectly spherical orbs of Riley's hooters every which way, the thickness of the ropes making them dangle like the ones that connected together as they swirled from her chin in heavy ropes, their stickiness meshing them.

'FUUUU-GGGGLLLLLOOOOAAARRRPPPPPPP!!!!'

He didn't want Riley giving the game away with an appreciative expletive, so he jammed the fist-sized head of his dick insider her wide-open mouth as the brawny muscles in his vascular cock heaved and convulsed, pumping more and more semen down her throat. It shut her up.

Glancing around the cubicle as he straddled Riley over the toilet he glanced around and saw one piece of graffiti that said 'TICK HERE IF YOU'VE SUCKED MR WHITE'S COCK ' and saw a forest of ticks that took up most of the wall. There must have been over two thousand.

'I can assure you I'm here for a very good reason, Riley,' Ian said, as he pumped the last of his load directly into her stomach. Spunk was oozing from her eyes but he caught sight of one of the pupils half-craning half-squinting through the bubbly, viscous white load that was sliding down into it from her forehead that she understood. It was one of the only apertures of slowly sliding spunk on her face that hadn't completely obliterated her features.

'Please be quiet for a second,' Ian instructed her, finger to lips.

The teenage fuckdoll nodded. It made his dick, which was lodged in her mouth, move up and down with it.

She was utterly drenched in spunk. Steam was coming off the load he had plastered her with, and the dick that was pointing through the gloryhole had, if anything, come off worse. It was totally coated. His thick white cum was slopping off it, and Ian could see the meat throbbing underneath. Riley finally released her hold on it and it spung up and down wildly as it pointed out the hole in the wall.

Ian took his own dick out of Riley's mouth, the barely-softening log coming out with a crisp pop, and took it in his hand, tipping it up towards his chest before snapping it quickly back forwards and down in her direction, giving her a flick that sending a shot-glass sized plop of hot cum to be whipped smackingly into her eyes. She giggled. He did this another dozen times, shaking his dick off at her, and took in his options as she gasped and drooled, twining the long rope of spunk that oozed out of her mouth and over her chin around her index finger.

He reviewed things. First, he had cum -- not great, not terrible. It might keep the next emission at bay for at least another fifteen minutes, and unless Ginni came barging in now -- unlikely -- the mess could wait. He cursed Nurse Pennyweather for feeding him the massive dose of pills as it made things unpredictable as far as further phallic effulgence went. Second, he now had no trousers. Both pairs, his own and the emergency reinforcement, were frayed and uselessly twined in rags around his legs. Third, he didn't know where to go or what to do with Ginni. He had to put her somewhere. Fourth, break time was surely only five minutes away, and that meant total catastrophe.

An idea occurred.

'Jack, is that you?' he said, addressing the owner of the penis sticking out of the gloryhole.

'Yes sir, it's me.'

Ian wasn't sure about how he felt about being able to recognise the male students by their dicks, but this wasn't the time for deep reflection on such matters.

'Jack, to be clear, I am not inspecting the toilets. I'm in a bit of a bind. I need trousers.'

'You need trousers, sir?'

Ian White was a notorious enemy of trousers.

Ian was exasperated, 'Jack, this isn't the time for quips. Give me your trousers.'