Ms. Jules' Secretary Jenny

As it turns out, the person who enters the room is Ms. Jules' secretary Jenny. She's a gal with the look of a model, tall, slim and blond with an amazingly large and full bust given her slender build. Jenny takes a lot of trouble about her appearance with her styled hair and painted nails, although she's a little scatterbrained while still being able to do her job. Her jaw has dropped at the scene before her of a cum-splattered Ms. Jules still holding your huge cock in her hand. Ms. Jules, however, is instantly in charge of the situation.

"Jenny," says the principal, still lovingly stroking you, "come in and lock the door behind you. We've got a situation here and shouldn't be disturbed."

Jenny follows orders immediately and you swallow hard, trying to smile nervously. Ms. Jules answers with a big warm smile on her large full lips and then, having wiped herself off, leans forward and kisses you right on the mouth. Jenny stands by in confusion as the school principal gives you your first real kiss. After that, she winks at you.

"You just relax and we'll take care of everything," says Ms. Jules and then to Jenny, "This young man has a very unique situation. He claims that this is the permanent state of his...organ. After a brief test, I believe him. He has also never had opportunity to make proper use of it."

"I see," breathes Jenny, gazing on your fleshpole with a kind of awe.

"This kind of thing could drive a boy stir crazy," says Ms. Jules, already removing her cum-splattered clothes, "he needs some real care and...attention from mature and responsible adults.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” asks Jenny looking both nervous and very excited.

“I’d ask the same thing,” you say.

“Nick,” says Ms. Jules, already stripped down to her underwear, most of her lush and fleshy body on view, “we can’t take the risk of this building up and…who knows what you’ll be capable of, beyond your own control. Please let us help you. I promise we’ll give you the kind of care you’ll never regret.”

Jenny is also fiddling with her clothing, one hand unconsciously grabbing at her own boob through her fuzzy sweater. Seeing and hearing the desperation of these two women…well, maybe you could let them “care” for you…