The Staff Room

Ian walked down the corridor with Ginni as swiftly as possible. Already he could feel his new trousers becoming uncomfortable as the tighter material rubbed against his gargantuan hog, which was hardening already after his encounter in the toilets after he had blasted Riley Hardener with that massive, thick, sticky horseload five minutes earlier. He had rather hoped that Riley Hardener would have had the opposite effect on his member as her surname advertised, but it seemed as if his post-orgasmic flaccidity had lasted just long enough to get into his new pair of trousers and was now rapidly on the rise again. This 'gave rise' to two new problems: one, a stiffening of his gait, as the teacher's monstrous fuck log began to resume its consistently rock-hard state, and two, the fact that it was beginning to belch thick sprays of precum down his ankle and into his shoe. So as he accompanied Ginni down the corridor, he appeared to be both limping and emitting a squelch every alternate footstep.

Damn that Nurse Pennyweather and her impromptu dosing of pills!

Hopefully the staff room was actually a safe haven, and not just another of Gina Taylor's increasingly elaborate lies.

'Well, we've made it through the morning session,' Ian said to Ginni as they approached the staff room, 'now for a well-deserved break. A completely normal cup of tea and a biscuit, if we're lucky, in a totally ordinary staffroom.'

'There's no need to downplay the school, Mr White,' Ginni said, 'you're far too modest. So far I would have to say I'm very impressed with the way things are run here.'

Ian gave Ginni a side glance and once again wondered whether her glasses were functional. Anyway, he wasn't going to push his luck. He'd got this far. He just had to keep it going, lesson by lesson, until he could pack her off at the end of the day. He would both love to see her go and love to watch her leave. She did appear to have an insane body.

He pushed open the door to the staffroom, compelled to take another glimpse of her peachy, round rear, then realised with horror that he had just ushered her first into a room where literally anything could be happening. He should have poked his own head in first!

He was too gentlemanly. That was his problem! Instinctively letting the lady in first! And into what...?

Copping another good look at Ginni's juicy ass, he shoved himself bodily through the door just behind her, foot landing with a squelch, and prepared himself to view the site of dereliction and debauch.

Again, he was surprised.

The staff room had been transformed into... a staff room. There were chairs. There were tables. The odd sofa. The kitchen area was actually tidy. The walls had charts with schedules and interesting tidbits of actually useful information about students (where had that been all the time?). The magazines scattered around were not pornographic. Someone (to his disgust) had removed the actual-size wall-encompassing diagram that ranked the size of the appendages of all the male members of staff, of which he was first by quite a stretch, and also the various framed photographs of female members of staff in sticky pornographic poses had also been taken away. The array of sex toys and fetish-wear that were usually strewn around had also been tidied. Of course there was the matter of the pole -- the stripper pole that dominated the centre of the room that female teachers pivoted, swung, slid and writhed against during break and lunch time -- and that might be difficult to explain away.

As Ian entered the room, he could hear his girlfriend, Laura, addressing a group of female teachers and dilating on a topic which was familiar to him.

'- so as soon as we arrive, I empty his balls. Then I empty his balls before the first lesson. Then at the end of the first lesson, it's ball emptying time. Then if I get chance, I will empty his balls in the second lesson but I definitely empty them at break time. Sometimes it'll be the start of break and then at the end of break as well. His balls are getting constantly emptied. I'm just emptying them all the time. I have become a ball-emptying machine for him. Once I emptied his balls five times during the lunch break, and I'll be emptying them usually another five and ten before the end of school-'

Laura looked good, Ian had to admit. His bombshell fuckdoll girlfriend was thankfully not accompanying her monologue with any jerkoff hand-signals, but the way she was standing in her PE gear that left nothing to the imagination could leave no doubt to the observer that she was giving a (technically speaking) blow by blow account of all the instances where she would extract voluminous loads of sticky cum from him all the way through a normal school day. And she wasn't wrong, there were scores of occasions.

She was in incredibly skimpy fitness clothes, incredibly tight and clinging wet-look leggings with bikini bottoms underneath that arched over her curvy hips, a tube top with slashes at the front that were bulging widely, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her absolutely gigantic knockers that protruded out of her chest, so huge and projecting that they jutted under her chin, and shiny fingerless gloves that might just have passed as some sort of sports gloves.

Arrayed around the walking wet dream of Laura was a complement of their female colleagues, Miss Grayson, Miss Campbell, Miss Summerskill, and Miss Griffiths.

Ginni looked shocked as Laura continued and Ian realised with horror that she was beginning to get the gist of Laura's filthy diatribe. He was quick to realise that he had to make an intervention into his girlfriend's obviously extremely detailed description of her regular schedule of emptying his nuts throughout the school day.

He harrumphed noisily to announce Ginni's entrance to his colleagues.

'If I remember correctly, I've heard this story before, Laura,' he said, 'Ginni, Laura, who as you remember, is our PE teacher, is talking about an ongoing dispute we have with a neighbour whose garden backs onto our playing field, and poor Laura finds herself constantly tasked with emptying their outdoor pool of the footballs, rugby balls, cricket balls and whatever else have you that gets knocked over the fence into it.'

Laura opened her mouth as if to say something else, and then shot the teachers next to her a sidelong glance and smiled.

'He's incredibly demanding,' she said, 'it's got to the point I'm spending more time emptying balls than I am actually teaching.'

'That's so sad,' Ginni said. 'You should be able to do more teaching.'

Laura put her hand to her eye and scraped a mock-tear from it.

'Please meet the rest of my colleagues,' Ian said to Ginni. He pushed his way into the room and there was a resounding squelch from his precum soaked shoe. All the teachers looked down as the sound registered.

Every single one of the sculptured-bodied bimbo whore teachers instantly clocked, all their eyes instantly fixed on it, the way that Ian's smooth, glossy cock-crown was protruding out of the bottom of the left leg of his abbreviated trousers. Laura grinned at him. Candy Griffiths put her hand over her mouth. Summer Summerskill adjusted her black rimmed glasses. Miss Grayson raised one eyebrow; Miss Campbell raised the other one. Mirror images of the same thing.

Ian decided to skip on reintroducing Laura to Ginni. She was simply too much of a liability and there was no way he could address her without having to explain away her absolutely gigantic, protruding, twin set of fuck bags. They could be seen from space. What was he even doing? The five teachers looked like they were ready for a porn shoot, not lesson three.

'Everyone, this is Ginni, who is inspecting the school today. So you had all be on your best behaviour!'