Trousers!

'My trousers, sir?'

'Yes.'

'How?'

'Take them off and shove them through this hole. And be quick.'

'MMMMMMMmmmmmm...sloooooorrrpppp...'

The other entry in the conversation was Riley, who had begun to make emotive sounds as she moulded her cum-splattered face to Ian's dick, looking up at him with goo-goo eyes and rolling her tongue in circles around the smooth, gleaming, purple head. Her right hand found the thick trunk and she squeezed the juicy rod.

Ian glanced away from her and at the hole. The spunk-coated cock withdrew itself, and black material started to be fed through in its place.

'I'm not going to have any trousers now, sir,' Jack complained.

'Never mind about that,' Ian said, 'just don't leave the toilets until break. In fact, stay here at the glory hole all break. Can you do that?'

'I guess.'

'Thanks.'

It was a squeeze at parts, but Ian finally got the material through. He held the trousers up.

'Damn.'

'What's that sir?'

'You're too short.'

'I'm five foot five!'

'Yes, and I'm six foot three.'

Ian started the difficult process of unlatching the besotted, spunk-caked teenage whore's face from his dick.

'Riley, come on, give me my cock. Be fair.'

With a pouting face of disapproval, Riley let Ian's massive cock drop from her mouth. Thick ribbons of spunk attached various parts of her face to the massive, shiny purple helmet of the juicy behemoth beast log.

'You're settling in nicely, Riley,' Ian said encouragingly as he struggled into the trousers.

'Thanks sir,' Riley said, 'do you wanna fuck my ass?'

The sexpot teen planted both her legs against the side of the cubicle and shook her groin at him.

'Not just now,' Ian said, carefully lodging his monumental penile organ down the leg of Jack's trousers. Think soft, he thought, as he managed to get the thick, juicy log all the way down. It was a struggle, particularly with the spunk-splattered teen angel waving her pussy and asshole at him, and there was a tell-take creak of the seam of the fabric at one point, but he finally managed it.

'Fuck.'

He bent over and inspected it. Jack's trousers were very short on him. They went halfway up his calf. And his half-flaccid penis was very long. The huge, meaty, spunk-drooling head reached past his knee.

This was not an auspicious combination.

Just then, his phone rang. Ian retrieved it from the pocket of his ruined trousers on the floor.

It was Gina. Video call. He answered.

She was seated at her desk in the office and looked stern.

'Ian,' Gina said, 'what the fuck are you doing?'

'I'm in the girl's toilet,' Ian hissed, 'my trousers exploded.'

'Jesus Christ.' Gina put her thumb and index finger to the bridge of her nose and pinched it lightly.

'It's ok. Ginni didn't see. I managed to escape before it happened.'

Gina released her grip on her nose, tossed her head, turned it to one side, smiled, and was, quite unexpectedly, belted in the face with a wet, thick, heavy load of spunk that plastered in half a dozen jets all over her forehead, nose, eyes and lips.

Ginni turned back to her phone, cum hanging off the tip of her nose and the odd eyelash.

'Well what are you going to do about trousers?'

'I've got some,' Ian said, 'I managed to get some. I'm wearing trousers.'

'Why were there men's trousers in the girl's toilet?'

'There isn't time to explain,' Ian said, watching as the gorgeous bimbo teacher turned her head to the other side to receive a massive facial cumshot of equivalent size and messiness. Spunk sprayed everywhere as Ian waited for the last of the thick, sloppy, white howitzer blasts of jizz hosed the head of supply's face down. When Gina turned back to face Ian, she'd been practically turned into a monster. He could hear the heavy laces of spunk almost thump as they plopped onto the desk after dropping from her chin.

'I was dosed by the bloody nurse!' Ian said, noticing yet another cock prodding its way onto the screen, ready to fire, and realising that he was going to have to cut to the chase. 'The nurse! She roofied me right there in the corridor in front of Ginni! I'm bursting at the seams!'

'Ah yes, I know that,' Gina said, as a series of bolts from a third cock were loosed into her appreciative face, splattering hard against the spunk already plastered there, 'I asked her to.'

'You did what? Why?'

'Because I knew that it would be funny!' Gina said, turning back to the camera and smiling broadly as the third furious fusillade of cum finished bucketing against her cheek. When her lips parted, strands of white spunk connected them.

'Well thank you very much for that,' Ian said.

'Don't mention it. Listen, as you can see, I'm rather busy here. Get her to the staff room. We've tidied up a bit. Safe haven. And hurry. The break bell is just about to go.'

Gina hung up. Ian put the phone in his trousers and located the enormous manilla batch file he had been holding up in front of his groin the whole morning to hide his monstrous erection from Ginni. He took a deep breath and went into the corridor.

Ginni was still there. Nurse Pennyweather, Ian noted with relief, had taken her leave.

'Ginni,' Ian said, 'apologies. Something went down the wrong pipe.'

'Not at all Mr White,' Ginni said. Then she cocked her head, 'there's something different about you.'

'I'm prone to growth spurts,' Ian said, 'side effect of the heart condition. If you see me wearing different pairs of trousers during the day, don't be surprised. Now, let's get out of the corridor before it's filled with students.'