School for Scandal: Inspection 06

Ian opened the door, not for the first time in the day, breathing a sigh of relief, as the class behind fell on each other in an orgiastic display of unbridled debauch, huge cocks popping out of trousers everywhere and being greedily gobbled by schoolgirl sluts, and looked at Ginni closely.

There wasn't much to discern behind the large glasses.

Was she stupid?

Was this whole thing contrived, a wind-up, concocted by some of the more excitable members of staff?

Did those glasses actually work?

Could the woman see?

In any event, none of that mattered. He was two classes down and doing well. A few more like this and the whole thing would be behind him and he'd never have to think about it again.

It was too much like hard work.

He shut the door to the science classroom just as the super whore slut Lacey Raxxx shouted out 'O MY GOD IT'S HUUUU-' and left them to it.

The corridor was mercifully clear. He had five minutes to steer Ginni to a safe haven before the whole area was completely awash with pornified students. That, she would not miss.

There were several urgent things that were pressing on Ian. One, his behemoth monster cock was now seriously testing the fabric of the doubled-up pairs of trousers he had been forced to wear. He *thought* he had detected a tearing sound some time ago as his angrily tumescent length had been agitating from below against the fabric, and was becoming concerned that his monster meat stick would soon prove too powerful and burst out of its confinement. The second was that he had no real idea of where he should go. Gina Taylor had been feeding him directions thus far, but he would need a way to check his phone to see what her instructions were.

He had to get Ginni out of the corridor, but he had no idea about the state of the staffroom. Normally that was where the *really* sordid debauch was conducted, added to which, the room itself was perhaps the most indecently decorated of every room in the school. Ian's massive, juicy, smooth, eighteen and a half inch cock itself featured in innumerable photos all over the place -- on message boards, awards ceremonies, the lot.

Just as he was deciding what lie to make up, the sound of high-heeled footsteps approaching from the other end of the corridor gave Ian a premonition of absolute doom.

It was Nurse Pennyweather.

This was going to be good. By which, Ian thought, he meant, incredibly bad.

The nurse looked as if she had sort of got the memo. Yes, she was dolled up. Yes, she was wearing shiny high-heels. Yes, she was scantily dressed. But she didn't look like she had actively just begun strutting onto a medical-themed porn set. There was a white, short-sleeved nurse's uniform, which showed a lot of massive, bulging, bronze-skinned cleavage, and there was a feeling that her red skin tight latex fingerless gloves shouldn't perhaps go all the way up her arms. The red fishnet stockings were perhaps a bit too much and, true to form, not able to keep away from the stuff totally, she was sporting the PVC nurse's cap with a red cross emblazoned on it, but the whole effect wasn't give-the-game-away bad.

If you squinted, she could pass.

'Mr White! Thank GOD I've found you!'

The busty brunette fuckdoll nurse was performing an exaggerated pantomime of agitation. This should be good, Ian thought.

'I've been running around after you all morning. You're not an easy man to find!'

Ian attempted to be circumspect.

'I've been escorting the Inspector around the school, Nurse Pennyweather,' he said. 'Ginni, this is our school nurse, Felicity Pennyweather. Felicity, this is Ginni. She's running the ruler over us today. Checking up on us to make sure that we're a perfectly ordinary educational facility.'

Ginni smiled obligingly.

'Good to meet you, Felicity.'

'All well and good Mr White,' Nurse Pennyweather said, 'but you're so officious and focused on helping others, you sometimes forget about self-care, don't you? And where would you be without me reminding you to take your pills?'

The mega-busty nurse produced a familiar bottle of pills from a pocket and rattled them at Ian. They were, of course, the pills. The ones that Nurse Pennyweather had fatefully induced him to ingest on the occasion of his very first day at the school, the ones that had made his penis expand instantaneously from a normal healthy size to an eighteen and a half inch, juicy, permanently drooling, cum-spewing, vein-wreathed monster cock that pumped pints of cum at outrageous distances and never ever went soft.

'Ah yes,' Ian said. He'd taken one as usual, this morning, before all this nonsense with Ginni had kicked off.

'Mr White has a condition,' Nurse Pennyweather confided to Ginni, 'a rare heart one that requires regular doses of medication to keep in check.'

Ginni looked concernedly at Ian as Nurse Pennyweather continued.

'Constant doses,' the nympho nurse breathed seductively, 'administered several times during the day, to keep his thick, hot blood pumping vitally through his veins. So he can give us all the very best of his efforts to keep us all satisfied in his performance of his duties.'

Ian opened his mouth but Nurse Pennyweather held up a finger to silence him.

'Now you simply must take these, which are simply vital for your stimulation -- uh, I mean circulation. Here's two for the morning, where I didn't see you when you came in, and two for now, and another two for you to have over lunch. And I think you missed last night, so there's two more to top that up.'

The Nurse shook a dozen pills into her palm, deliberately -- spitefully, Ian thought -- two more than she'd counted out.

Even for Ian, that was quite a lot.

In front of Ginni, he didn't see that he had any other option other than to take them. Which of course, Nurse Pennyweather knew, which was why she had tracked him down and accosted him in the corridor. Not for the first time in his career, he found himself surprised by the nefarious machinations put into practice by apparently dumb bimbo slut teachers and schoolgirls alike around him that continually tricked him into finding ways to enlarge his horsecock and increase his horniness. And all so they could have their assholes filled with over one and a half foot of pure, prime-grade bull cock 24/7!

It really wasn't fair.

And it couldn't have happened at a worse possible time!

Looking directly into Nurse Pennyweather's eyes, mouth smiling, eyes definitely not, Ian grasped the bunch of pills from nurse Pennyweather's palm.

'Bottoms up!' the Nurse said, 'we'll have that circulation throbbing round your body in no time!'

Staring the gorgeous, statuesque, infuriating fuckdoll down, Ian stonefaced Nurse Pennyweather and golloped them all down in one.

'There,' he said. 'Happy?'

'It must be so lovely to have your colleagues care for you like this,' Ginni put in, 'I'm so impressed by the camaraderie here, I must make a note of it!'

'Yeah, it's great,' Ian said, knowing that the pills he had just taken would be racing as if late for an appointment to further inflate his already ludicrously huge and turgid cock, 'you're the best, Nurse Pennyweather. I'll catch up with you later.'

'All in a day's work,' the Nurse said, 'now, you must excuse me. My infirmary is just crammed today! Seems everyone wants their temperature taken...'

Please don't say rectally, Ian thought.

'... some form of bug is going round and the poor boys are really backed up!'

That was good enough, Ian thought. Then, involuntarily, he groaned.

Another twelve of these god damn pills. Twelve of the vicious bastards. More than he'd ever taken over the course of a day, and he'd done them in one go!

Nurse Pennyweather tried to suppress a disconcertingly triumphant smirk.

'Mr White,' Ginni observed, 'you've gone pale! All the blood has drained from your face!'

Yeah, no shit, Ian thought. You want to guess where it's all gone to?

He could feel an intense, intoxicating warmth spread to his groin. The effect was instantaneous. Every single tissue in his cock was engorging massively, the huge pillar of fuck flesh expanding and inflating even harder, thicker with blood, muscle and brawn in the overlong dong almost *creaking* as the pressure began to build. His whole fucking leg that his cock was trussed up with started to lift up of its own accord, lashed inside his trouser leg to the massive size and concrete-hard rigidity of the monster shaft. He glanced down and could see the huge bell end of his dicktip probing past his knee.

This was no time for manners. He blurted the least ridiculous lie available.

'Sometimes they have a laxative effect! Excuse me!'

And with that, Ian lurched towards the toilets, led by his monster phallus, almost having to crook his leg and hoist it to the side with each step, so encumbered was he by the massive, solid log protruding down his trouser leg that threatened to burst out at any second. And it *was* bursting out. He could hear a final, definitive, unmistakable tearing of the seams of his trousers, and he *just*made it through the doorway to the toilets, flung it open, and lurched inside-

'Isn't that the girl's toilet?' Ginni asked, observing Ian's comical escape.

'When ya gotta go...' Nurse Pennyweather mused.

As the door slammed shut behind Ian, his cock ripped through his trousers in an explosion of fabric that annihilated both pairs that he had been forced to wear, his now absolutely raging, inhumanly gargantuan and monstrously thick and angry looking cock tearing them like tissue paper.

'Fuck!!!!'

The spring of the thing as it leapt up and out, spearing out of his groin even caught himself by surprise, the juicy fuckstick rearing out of his groin, now *alarmingly* vascular, finger thick veins utterly turgid all over the surface and the whole thing juicily lubed already with the treacly emissions of precum that had been flowing from his pisshole.

Whatever you do, Ian had time to think, DO NOT CUM. Just find another way for it to go down. Quickly!

Then he saw it.

He had, of course, blundered into the female toilets.

Directly in front of him, the door of the cubicle nearest the toilet wall was wide open.

There, fully displayed, was a new first year student, Riley Hardener. Reilly was a new year mid-semester student having just turned eighteen the Thursday of the previous week and who Ian had been very interested to interview -- not uncoincidentally on that very same day -- in which Riley had convinced him fully of her deep and sincere need to join the school and to give her absolute best in everything she did.

After he'd wiped all the spunk off his desk, including the computer, its screen, and all the important transfer documents, Ian had actioned Riley's paperwork immediately, as Riley happily spent the rest of the time on her knees under his office desk, completely obliterated by spunk, smoking his enormous, juicy, slick, spent dong, her mouth completely full and her cheeks bulging, occasionally lifting it out and admiring it worshipfully, smearing the rest of the discharge around her lips and chin.

Ian's fast tracking of the documents saw Riley admitted to the school immediately, and she started the very next day. He had been meaning to check how she had been settling in this week.

As it turned out: well!

The eighteen year old nymphomaniac teen schoolgirl slut was clearly where she belonged, legs astride a toilet, head turned to the side, mouth open as wide as possible to consume an absolutely immense, throbbing meat stick that was being prodded into her face through a hole from the other side of the wall, where the boy's toilet was.

Riley had everything going for her: a gorgeous dollface with arched eyebrows and plump, bimbo lips, smooth, gleaming, tanned skin, an insanely huge rack of two massively inflated and jutting, perfectly round chest torpedoes that bulged out over her neat, trim abs, sleeve, stomach and sleeve tattoos, luscious tits, and tumbling chestnut hair.

She was currently wearing a skin-tight white boob tube that couldn't be more than six inches stretched over her monumental knockers that had the word 'TITS' emblazoned on it in pink capital letters, a deep red high-cut thong that went over her hips, and classic transparent stripper sandals with platform soles and eight inch heels.

Riley turned in surprise at Ian's unexpected entrance after he crashed through the door, absolutely elephantine penis projecting in front of him, and her mouth gawked open widely in shock not just at the appearance of 'everyone's favourite teacher' but the now vast dimensions of the obscenely engorged and gigantically, obscenely inflated and bulgingly vascular cock that was almost contorting in its throbbing state as it reared up in front of him.

Riley registered who it was, and the teen whore grabbed the cock that was protruding through the glory hole, pointing at her face, and waggled it up and down, threads of precum sputtering out of it.

'Look sir! My first gloryhole!' she announced proudly.

Ian took in the delightful scene in front of him, and his shoulder slumped.

'Oh, fuck off,' he said, generally.

SPPPPPPLLLLLLLAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

Ian was on a hair trigger and that was all it took. There wasn't any hand to gland action, no fisting of his behemoth, ragingly hard, fuckstick. It just simply exploded.

Riley was frozen in total shock in her pose of smiling broadly, eyes wide in delight, right hand hoisting up the cock that was protruding through the wall at her, as a volcanic splatter of white spunk launched out Ian's brawny, throbbing meat-lance, projecting wildly in a finger-thick beam of white, shooting in a perfectly horizontal line of sticky fluid that splattered both messily and noisily into the stacked brunette whore's eyes.

She was completely blinded by the thick ejection of spunk, which plastered itself, *sticking* as it impacted, all over her forehead, nose, and cheeks, and her mouth was left gaping open. A second passed as she blinked her spunk-clogged eyelashes in shock, still holding the same pose, and then Ian was advancing upon her with alacrity, ruined trousers inhibiting his stride as he put his hand around the bucking, throbbing, bouncing, monster-sized, obscenely distended and convulsing log of flesh, wringing it with fierce footlong strokes to coax more jets of thick, hot, heavy semen at the school girl whore.

Riley took another massive blast of thick, syrupy cum to the face, most of which hit the back of her opened mouth, the force of it splattering right back out and spurting over her lips, and then another and another, arcs of the stuff pasting thick white lines that stretched from her jawline and chin over her forehead and up into her hair, and when her face was completely obliterated by his hot, thick, sticky cum, Ian, groaning as low as he could no not to alert suspicion to Ginni outside, plastered her shoulders, clavicle, and her huge, heaving, enormously projecting knockers in jet after jet of steaming semen.

Riley didn't let go of the cock that she was hefting and Ian's lip curled as he jetted a few bursts over the smooth, veiny, monster hog that waggled up and down in Riley's hand, lumps of semen smacking into the surface and dangling off in ropes as the teacher got closer and closer to the cubicle. Spunk was dripping off the almost perfectly spherical orbs of Riley's hooters every which way, the thickness of the ropes making them dangle like the ones that connected together as they swirled from her chin in heavy ropes, their stickiness meshing them.

'FUUUU-GGGGLLLLLOOOOAAARRRPPPPPPP!!!!'

He didn't want Riley giving the game away with an appreciative expletive, so he jammed the fist-sized head of his dick insider her wide-open mouth as the brawny muscles in his vascular cock heaved and convulsed, pumping more and more semen down her throat. It shut her up.

Glancing around the cubicle as he straddled Riley over the toilet he glanced around and saw one piece of graffiti that said 'TICK HERE IF YOU'VE SUCKED MR WHITE'S COCK ' and saw a forest of ticks that took up most of the wall. There must have been over two thousand.

'I can assure you I'm here for a very good reason, Riley,' Ian said, as he pumped the last of his load directly into her stomach. Spunk was oozing from her eyes but he caught sight of one of the pupils half-craning half-squinting through the bubbly, viscous white load that was sliding down into it from her forehead that she understood. It was one of the only apertures of slowly sliding spunk on her face that hadn't completely obliterated her features.

'Please be quiet for a second,' Ian instructed her, finger to lips.

The teenage fuckdoll nodded. It made his dick, which was lodged in her mouth, move up and down with it.

She was utterly drenched in spunk. Steam was coming off the load he had plastered her with, and the dick that was pointing through the gloryhole had, if anything, come off worse. It was totally coated. His thick white cum was slopping off it, and Ian could see the meat throbbing underneath. Riley finally released her hold on it and it spung up and down wildly as it pointed out the hole in the wall.

Ian took his own dick out of Riley's mouth, the barely-softening log coming out with a crisp pop, and took it in his hand, tipping it up towards his chest before snapping it quickly back forwards and down in her direction, giving her a flick that sending a shot-glass sized plop of hot cum to be whipped smackingly into her eyes. She giggled. He did this another dozen times, shaking his dick off at her, and took in his options as she gasped and drooled, twining the long rope of spunk that oozed out of her mouth and over her chin around her index finger.

He reviewed things. First, he had cum -- not great, not terrible. It might keep the next emission at bay for at least another fifteen minutes, and unless Ginni came barging in now -- unlikely -- the mess could wait. He cursed Nurse Pennyweather for feeding him the massive dose of pills as it made things unpredictable as far as further phallic effulgence went. Second, he now had no trousers. Both pairs, his own and the emergency reinforcement, were frayed and uselessly twined in rags around his legs. Third, he didn't know where to go or what to do with Ginni. He had to put her somewhere. Fourth, break time was surely only five minutes away, and that meant total catastrophe.

An idea occurred.

'Jack, is that you?' he said, addressing the owner of the penis sticking out of the gloryhole.

'Yes sir, it's me.'

Ian wasn't sure about how he felt about being able to recognise the male students by their dicks, but this wasn't the time for deep reflection on such matters.

'Jack, to be clear, I am not inspecting the toilets. I'm in a bit of a bind. I need trousers.'

'You need trousers, sir?'

Ian White was a notorious enemy of trousers.

Ian was exasperated, 'Jack, this isn't the time for quips. Give me your trousers.'

'My trousers, sir?'

'Yes.'

'How?'

'Take them off and shove them through this hole. And be quick.'

'MMMMMMMmmmmmm...sloooooorrrpppp...'

The other entry in the conversation was Riley, who had begun to make emotive sounds as she moulded her cum-splattered face to Ian's dick, looking up at him with goo-goo eyes and rolling her tongue in circles around the smooth, gleaming, purple head. Her right hand found the thick trunk and she squeezed the juicy rod.

Ian glanced away from her and at the hole. The spunk-coated cock withdrew itself, and black material started to be fed through in its place.

'I'm not going to have any trousers now, sir,' Jack complained.

'Never mind about that,' Ian said, 'just don't leave the toilets until break. In fact, stay here at the glory hole all break. Can you do that?'