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🕑 Added 2023-05-24 19:39:25 +0000 UTCAdded the new inset part of Fuckey and Foxxxy's secret plans on chyoa - here it is for convenience...
‘And how did Mr woodcock-Splatterwell get involved in all of this?’ Ian asked.
The question itself was perfectly ordinarily phrased, but also had to be imagined to be asked in the tone of a feral whine inflicted by a series of stuttering gutteral grunts as the pair of strumpet teenage bimbo whores flicked their tongues around Ian’s asshole, lovingly planted sloppy smacking kisses on the underside of his enormous trunk of mammoth cock of flesh, and blew thick bubbly strands of hot saliva all over the raging prong that pointed downwards into the waste basket and discharged a torrent of hot pre ejaculate into it.
‘Girls,’ Ian insisted, with little more composure, ‘I’m trying to achieve clarity on what happened next with nurse Pennyweather’.
There was certainly no getting through to Foxxxy, who was gargling both of the horse hung teacher’s enormous balls with aplomb. The huge breasted school girl vixen looked a little ridiculous with the thick stretch of Ian's scrotal sack extending out of her plump, parted lips and her cheeks inflated to the size of tennis balls. To aid her partner in crime, Fuckey kept smacking her flattened palm into the gorgeous teen whore’s cheek in an attempt to drive the immense, throbbing potent gland to the back of her throat, but she was fighting a spirited but futile battle of whack -a-mole as the bumps kept appearing in Foxxxy's cheeks alternately.
‘Oh, Mr Woodcock Splatterwell, he was pretty keen to arrive on the scene to assist Nurse Pennyweather from what we could gather’, Fuckey finally volunteered, clapping both hands against Foxxxy’s face and the squeezing firmly to compress Ian’s immense testicles into the lewd, monster jugged teen’s hot maw.
‘That sounds like Charles.’ Ian volunteered, balls bulging in the schoolgirl’s mouth and making the flesh of her cheek throb.
‘Yeah’, confirmed Fukcey, placing a finger against her chin in a dainty, expression, sliding her eyes to the right and upwards as she considered, ‘I mean, Nurse Pennyweather was a mess, no doubt about that, after all the boys had finished with her, and she took little Miss Hamster-cheeks here and your’s truly into her office to examine us. But then Mr woodcock-Splatterwell appeared and everything got a little bit crazy…’
With her other hand the 18-year-old bimbo vixen thoughtfully massaged the end of Ian's behemoth penis, gripping it under the head and running her thumb up and down the sensitive underside of his glans. The action brought forth a welter of thick, that streamed into the waste paper basket, the substance now acquiring a frothy head.
‘Fuck! that was a big one sir!’ Fuckey said, delighted.
Ian groaned once more as Fuckey continued to edge him expertly. Behind him, the other one of the naughty schoolgirls released one then the other of his testicles from her mouth. There was an indescribable sound but suffice to say it was very very loud and it was very very wet.
‘Sir,’ Foxxxy asked, still connected to Ian's scrotal sack, via a droopy line of slobber that hung from her chin, ‘your balls are also floppy, want to see if I can fit them inside your asshole? It’d be a shame not to try.’
‘Not just now thanks,’ said Ian, dodging a bullet that he had long anticipated was most definitely in the post. He was mixing his metaphors, but at the moment it was difficult to think straight, let alone conducting a proper disciplinary interrogation upon the two fuckdoll students that were completely having their way with him.
‘Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell was fucking on one!’ Fuckey exclaimed, ‘he busted down the door and came in like a pussy seeking missile!’
‘Yeah, I’ve never seen him move so fast,’ Foxy agreed, wasn't pussy that he was after though, she winked at her filthy compatriot.
‘That's where it all gets a little bit hazy,’ Ian said. ‘Mr Woodcock-splatterwell was quite agitated afterwards… what exactly went on between the four of you?’
‘Got a little hazy for us too sir!’ Fuckey said, ‘you can get a little bit hectic when you have a giant penis in your asshole!’
‘Let's be real about this, I got completely torn apart,’ Foxy nodded sagely, ‘I mean we both did.’#
Both girls stroked Ian’s rigid log in unison. The bucket was completely overflowing now and sitting in a puddle. Occasionally one of the girls would reach a hand into the hot, clear, thick liquid and use the slick fluid to lubricate Ian’s dick even more as they slid their hands up and down it. Fuckey spat into Ian’s asshole.
‘In fact it seems like it's unclear why we're in any kind of trouble at all. Because all that happened was that we were sick, we went to the nurses’ office, and before you know it Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell’s monster schlong is deep inside our tightest little orifices -if you know what I mean - one after the other, and there we are.’
‘Getting reamed.’
‘Assfucked.’
‘Invaded.’
‘Probed.’
‘Anally.’
‘By this really giant horsedick with a big bell end.’
‘I mean you’ve seen it sir.’
‘Right there in the nurse’s office,’
‘And his dick is as big as your arm,’
‘I mean it’s not a patch on yours sir,’
‘But it is as big as your arm.’
‘All sort of hard and thick and long,’
‘And it’s driving up inside your guts.’
‘Smoothing them out.’
‘I mean did we do something sir? Dress too provocatively or something?’
‘I mean is that what this is about?’
‘Because from what I can tell, we’re the victims here.’
Ian groaned.
