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Chapter 21 by gunde gunde

What happens next?

Ian makes an entrance

Fifteen minutes after Ian being informed that continuous ejaculations were no excuse for coping out on his duties as a teacher, no matter how involuntary his cum-letting might be, the class which he was do tutor during the coming period had gathered and were waiting for him to arrive.

The students were all aware of the fact that their regular teacher, a Mr. Brown, had taken leave to prepare his young daughter for the admission’s test to the school, a task for which he had been allowed to take three students, two male and one female, along by Miss Taylor, and that a supply teacher would take his place, and now they were all wondering about what their supply teacher would be like.

The young women, who differed when it came to ethnicity, eye- and hair-colour and in the shape of their otherwise uniformly sexy faces but who were united by their toned and generously curved bodies, with the average bust-size being such that would an all-girl basket ball game be arranged during P.E. the ball would end up with a size-complex, had spent the fifteen minute break gathered into small groups, primarily one of those who used to sneak of for a smoke and those not burdened by such vices, all declaring their hope that it would be a handsome young stud with a big dick, and thus constituting a nice change from Mr. Brown when it came to the former but not to the latter.

The male students, who were a more diverse lot in all but the size of their cocks, with the least blessed member of that group swinging eight inches between his leg and the singularly most well-endowed fellow managing to fall just an inch short of a full foot when really aroused, were instead hoping for the teacher to be a woman, preferably one who would have no idea about the school’s character and so be part baffled, part terrified and part ecstatic at finding herself presented with a veritable forest of long, thick cocks.

Now, to the accompaniment of the usual ruckus that erupts when a school-class is to settle down without the presence of a teacher, they had taken their places and were waiting for the supply teacher to arrive.

A minute went by after the big dial on the wall clock above the teacher’s desk hit twelve, and no one appeared through the door.
After two more minutes without anyone showing up, the class began to resume their socializing, forming small groups and starting to chat about all sorts of things.
When they had barely had gotten time to say more than a few sentences, a loud groan from outside in the corridor abruptly caused them all to stop speaking.

Seconds went by, until the door was suddenly rammed open with such **** that it slammed into the wall and left a handle-print which would require plenty of plastering to remove. Grunting and squishy sounds could now be heard drawing nearer, but it didn’t appear as anyone had pushed open the door in the ordinary fashion, to the more perceptive of the students did notice that a large circle of some sticky, semi-transparent fluid was now present on the door, and had begun to break up and slither down towards the floor.

Only then did someone finally appear, in the form of Nurse Pennyweather. Normally, the fact that buxom school nurse was appearing would be enough to cause a bit of a ruckus, especially since she was pushing a wheelchair in front of her.
However, all of the students paid little attention to her, opting instead for looking at the man sitting in the wheelchair, who was rather young and apparently completely naked, with Miss Taylor straddling him, her ass grinding against his chest while her hands were clenched around a pillar or some such thing.

Only when the almost foot and a half long rod suddenly convulsed before letting loose a massive blob of cum, some of which grazed Miss Taylor’s face but most of it continuing to rocket upwards until splashing against the ceiling, did it occur to them that it was actually a penis.

After a few more moments of complete and totally silent bafflement, the students also began to become aware of the fact that Miss Taylor and Nurse Pennyweather weren’t in fact dressed in identical while bodysuits, for there isn’t a garment in the world which slithers down its owners body on its own accord.

When she was done parking the wheelchair about four feet from the desk, during which time that man had let loose another ample squirt of jizz which arched its way through the room and out through an opened window, causing the students next to the window to tear themselves from eyeing the massive dick to follow its product’s trajectory as it came down on the ground like an artillery shell, Nurse Pennyweather then sauntered forwards and straddled the desk, her knees and tits rubbing against its wooden surface as sat atop it like a bitch in heat.

“Class,” Miss Taylor began her address, ignoring the fact that most of them had been reduced to such a state that their eyes were threatening to come popping out of their sockets and their jaws were dangling somewhere between their knees, “this is Mr. White.”

“Mr. White is going to take over for Mr. Brown today,” Miss Taylor went on, but had to pause as Nurse Pennyweather let out a delighted squeal at having a high-velocity mass of creamy balljuice smack into her pussy, which was completely exposed since she was currently only clad in her boots and her cum-soaked nurse’s cap, “though in fairness I should inform you that Mr. White has heroically volunteered to explore the effects of a highly concentrated dose of stimulants,” at this point she was **** to pause yet again due to a scream from Nurse Pennyweather as another broadside of cum hit her pussy and asshole from behind, “effects which as you all can see and hear have been quite radical in their nature.”

Giving herself a moment of silence in which to enjoy the students’ facial expressions, Miss Taylor then went on, “Now, this means that an ordinary lesson is quite out of the question”, several of the baffled youngsters now nodded their heads in speechless assent, “so here’s what we’ll do…”

What’s Miss Taylor’s decision, and what’s the lesson?

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