Runs in to the faculty lounge.

Rushing in the back entrance, Doug did his best to scope down the hallways. They were blessedly empty, class still being in session, but he still needed something to keep the girls off his trail. Running was getting him no where, a quick glance over his shoulder confirmed as he sprinted down the long hallway. The tallest of the pack was starting to close what little gap he had started with, her huge breasts slamming up and down in a bra that somehow managed to keep them from knocking her out, and instead keep them contained in her shirt.

Doug couldn't help but pause, and as he rapidly realized his mistake, fortune smiled on him while he glanced back. The faculty lounge. The teachers could put a stop to the video business. AND stop his pursuers, dead in their tracks. Doug couldn't help but smile at the chasing girls as he slid into the lounge. He was safe.

"Playing hooky Dougy boy?" A voice rang out and Doug found himself standing to attention, eyes front, Miss Swanson lounging in a chair. The schools shop teacher had something of a reputation as flying fast and lose with the rules, and it was easy to see why. The rules likely broke when they encountered Miss Swanson. Even sitting her eyes stood level with Doug's own, huge biceps, deceptively smooth bulged beneath her plaid shirt as she moved, grabbing beneath a set of breasts that dwarfed Doug's head, large unruly nipples somehow managing to still make themselves visible beneath the teachers denim overalls. It took Doug a moment to realize what she was grabbing at.

"Or are you hear for some fun too?" Miss Swanson was extracting a girl from between her legs with a sigh as she spoke, and she smiled at Doug. For his part Doug couldn't help but gape at the tool that was still inside the teenager despite her drooping to the floor, the overalls flap barely visible behind the teachers gargantuan scrotum. "This one wasn't any good... but I know you boys are so much better at this sort of thing." Finally her member *popped* free as she stood, her more then 7' frame towering over Doug, her smile never leaving her lips. Doug couldn't help but notice the girl Miss Swanson had been using was larger then any that had been chasing him.

He backed up, suddenly realizing his mistake, **** to escape from the lounge, only to feel the door press forward to meet him, and then suddenly burst open, bowling him across the room. All seven of his pursuers bustled into the room, leaving no escape. For his part, Doug just moaned as he recovered, grabbing hold of the nearest support to lift himself back up, noticing too late what he had grabbed. The thick shaft could have doubled for his leg.