She doesn't have to do anything

BLAT! As soon as Miss Taylor finished her sentence, Ian?s dick took the cue to belch forth another frothy load of jizz that splattered her jugs with yet more thick cream. The tennis-ball sized wad of lumpy goo slowly slid down her already glazed cleavage, looking like a dollop of vanilla ice-cream gliding down between her huge globes.

Miss Taylor?s eyes widened. ?Where did that come from, Mr White? I thought you?d stopped cumming.?

In response, Ian groaned, took his slippery tube in both hands and began to jerk it. In doing this he dumped another jet of jizz all over Nurse Pennyweather?s face.

?He?s orgasming!? spluttered the busty nurse through the welter of gluey jizz.

?That?s extraordinary!? said Miss Taylor, eyes agog as Ian shot about a pint in four more consecutive jets of semen over the heads of the two women, some of the trailing ropes of the heavy goo landing in their hair.

Ian himself could offer no commentary on the scene unfolding in front of him. All he could do is watch in amazement as he progressively began to paint the surgery white. The floor was already strewn with splashes and puddles of his spewing jizz, let alone the two big-titted sluts on their knees in front of him vying and writhing their bodies to catch the molten jets on their faces and torsos.

SPLAT! A blast drenched the blissful plume of blonde hair projecting from Miss Taylor?s ponygirl hood. ?I don?t think making him cum again is going to be a problem,? suggested Miss Taylor.

SPLOOSH! Another fierce rocket spurted in Nurse Pennyweather?s face. ?It looks like our new colleague is having quite a time. How much of the enhancements did you give him while he was fucking my ass??

?I gave him the rest of the bottle of reds,? admitted Miss Taylor.

Nurse Pennyweather smirked but bit her lip to suppress it and tried to at least look professional. Not an easy task considering the milky seed that was sliding down her gorgeous face. ?That?s quite a dose. There was enough in there to keep the whole male staff of the school fully prescribed for a fortnight!?

?Is that a lot?? said Miss Taylor.

?I?ll say,? said the boobed Nurse, ?that?s going to be quite a jolt to his system from a standing start. He?s going to produce like nothing we?ve ever seen! Is it raining??

Miss Taylor and Nurse Pennyweather looked up. Gloopy ropes of sperm were starting to drip from the ceiling, Ian?s fierce spurts having plastered them there. The women looked at each other and giggled.

?I?m so glad the camera is recording all this for posterity,? said Miss Taylor, casting it a glance and daintily spitting out a rope of cum out over her chin.

?This is all very nice,? Ian got out eventually, still fisting his erupting cock, ?but when am I going to stop cumming??

?Who knows?? said Miss Pennyweather with a wicked smile playing over her lips, ?no-one?s ever taken the amount of dose that you have.? At this, she put her index finger to the side of her mouth, feigning teenage-innocence and looking upwards angelically, ?I should confess, I trebled the normal dose when I was prepping you without telling anyone. Miss Taylor gave you about twenty times that!?

?It?s your own fault for swallowing it,? Miss Taylor told Ian, who immediately came in her face and made her squeal her contrition.

The orgasm that Ian was having didn?t slow or fade in its intensity. It was as though he was pumping out his internal orgasms though his pulsating dick, and the sensations and pleasure were so intense he was having trouble keeping track of the conversation. There really was nothing for him to do except grit his teeth and keep jerking his spastic cock. Glancing down, he noted that his balls, far from getting smaller, were actually expanding as the chemicals took hold.

?Don?t forget the sample,? said Miss Taylor.

?Oh yes,? said the Nurse. ?Most important!?

Ian saw the sticky, fetish clad nurse, wearing more cum than clothes go over to the desk and pull a small test tube from a drawer. Going back to Ian, she placed it against the tip of his spewing fuckstaff as another sticky jet projected from the weeping tip. It filled the small glass container completely, and the excess erupted out in a cascading spray of white, most of this splattering the Nurse?s white, latex-clad arms and hands. Ropes of cum were already hanging from the garments and swivelling down in dripping, loopy strands.

Suddenly, the bell went.

?Is that the end of the period already?? wondered Nurse Pennyweather.

?It must be,? said Miss Taylor. ?Time certainly flies when you?re having fun!?

?What are you going to do about me?? asked Ian to Miss Taylor, his cock still jetting wildly.

?You have a class to teach, Mr White. That?s why you?re here.?

?In this condition?? Ian said, almost speechless, as yet another splash of cum spurted from his rod and coated Miss Taylor?s fit stomach. ?You want me to teach like this? I?d barely be able to walk down the corridor without redecorating it!?

?That?s a point well made, Mr White,? Miss Taylor said, ?but unfortunately we?re very short-staffed today with illnesses and certain members of staff being out on school trips. So you?ll just have to do your best??