School for Scandal: Inspection 7

Ian walked down the corridor with Ginni as swiftly as possible. Already he could feel his new trousers becoming uncomfortable as the tighter material rubbed against his gargantuan hog, which was hardening already after his encounter in the toilets after he had blasted Riley Hardener with that massive, thick, sticky horseload five minutes earlier. He had rather hoped that Riley Hardener would have had the opposite effect on his member as her surname advertised, but it seemed as if his post-orgasmic flaccidity had lasted just long enough to get into his new pair of trousers and was now rapidly on the rise again. This 'gave rise' to two new problems: one, a stiffening of his gait, as the teacher's monstrous fuck log began to resume its consistently rock-hard state, and two, the fact that it was beginning to belch thick sprays of precum down his ankle and into his shoe. So as he accompanied Ginni down the corridor, he appeared to be both limping and emitting a squelch every alternate footstep.

Damn that Nurse Pennyweather and her impromptu dosing of pills!

Hopefully the staff room was actually a safe haven, and not just another of Gina Taylor's increasingly elaborate lies.

'Well, we've made it through the morning session,' Ian said to Ginni as they approached the staff room, 'now for a well-deserved break. A completely normal cup of tea and a biscuit, if we're lucky, in a totally ordinary staffroom.'

'There's no need to downplay the school, Mr White,' Ginni said, 'you're far too modest. So far I would have to say I'm very impressed with the way things are run here.'

Ian gave Ginni a side glance and once again wondered whether her glasses were functional. Anyway, he wasn't going to push his luck. He'd got this far. He just had to keep it going, lesson by lesson, until he could pack her off at the end of the day. He would both love to see her go and love to watch her leave. She did appear to have an insane body.

He pushed open the door to the staffroom, compelled to take another glimpse of her peachy, round rear, then realised with horror that he had just ushered her first into a room where literally anything could be happening. He should have poked his own head in first!

He was too gentlemanly. That was his problem! Instinctively letting the lady in first! And into what...?

Copping another good look at Ginni's juicy ass, he shoved himself bodily through the door just behind her, foot landing with a squelch, and prepared himself to view the site of dereliction and debauch.

Again, he was surprised.

The staff room had been transformed into... a staff room. There were chairs. There were tables. The odd sofa. The kitchen area was actually tidy. The walls had charts with schedules and interesting tidbits of actually useful information about students (where had that been all the time?). The magazines scattered around were not pornographic. Someone (to his disgust) had removed the actual-size wall-encompassing diagram that ranked the size of the appendages of all the male members of staff, of which he was first by quite a stretch, and also the various framed photographs of female members of staff in sticky pornographic poses had also been taken away. The array of sex toys and fetish-wear that were usually strewn around had also been tidied. Of course there was the matter of the pole -- the stripper pole that dominated the centre of the room that female teachers pivoted, swung, slid and writhed against during break and lunch time -- and that might be difficult to explain away.

As Ian entered the room, he could hear his girlfriend, Laura, addressing a group of female teachers and dilating on a topic which was familiar to him.

'- so as soon as we arrive, I empty his balls. Then I empty his balls before the first lesson. Then at the end of the first lesson, it's ball emptying time. Then if I get chance, I will empty his balls in the second lesson but I definitely empty them at break time. Sometimes it'll be the start of break and then at the end of break as well. His balls are getting constantly emptied. I'm just emptying them all the time. I have become a ball-emptying machine for him. Once I emptied his balls five times during the lunch break, and I'll be emptying them usually another five and ten before the end of school-'

Laura looked good, Ian had to admit. His bombshell fuckdoll girlfriend was thankfully not accompanying her monologue with any jerkoff hand-signals, but the way she was standing in her PE gear that left nothing to the imagination could leave no doubt to the observer that she was giving a (technically speaking) blow by blow account of all the instances where she would extract voluminous loads of sticky cum from him all the way through a normal school day. And she wasn't wrong, there were scores of occasions.

She was in incredibly skimpy fitness clothes, incredibly tight and clinging wet-look leggings with bikini bottoms underneath that arched over her curvy hips, a tube top with slashes at the front that were bulging widely, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her absolutely gigantic knockers that protruded out of her chest, so huge and projecting that they jutted under her chin, and shiny fingerless gloves that might just have passed as some sort of sports gloves.

Arrayed around the walking wet dream of Laura was a complement of their female colleagues, Miss Grayson, Miss Campbell, Miss Summerskill, and Miss Griffiths.

Ginni looked shocked as Laura continued and Ian realised with horror that she was beginning to get the gist of Laura's filthy diatribe. He was quick to realise that he had to make an intervention into his girlfriend's obviously extremely detailed description of her regular schedule of emptying his nuts throughout the school day.

He harrumphed noisily to announce Ginni's entrance to his colleagues.

'If I remember correctly, I've heard this story before, Laura,' he said, 'Ginni, Laura, who as you remember, is our PE teacher, is talking about an ongoing dispute we have with a neighbour whose garden backs onto our playing field, and poor Laura finds herself constantly tasked with emptying their outdoor pool of the footballs, rugby balls, cricket balls and whatever else have you that gets knocked over the fence into it.'

Laura opened her mouth as if to say something else, and then shot the teachers next to her a sidelong glance and smiled.

'He's incredibly demanding,' she said, 'it's got to the point I'm spending more time emptying balls than I am actually teaching.'

'That's so sad,' Ginni said. 'You should be able to do more teaching.'

Laura put her hand to her eye and scraped a mock-tear from it.

'Please meet the rest of my colleagues,' Ian said to Ginni. He pushed his way into the room and there was a resounding squelch from his precum soaked shoe. All the teachers looked down as the sound registered.

Every single one of the sculptured-bodied bimbo whore teachers instantly clocked, all their eyes instantly fixed on it, the way that Ian's smooth, glossy cock-crown was protruding out of the bottom of the left leg of his abbreviated trousers. Laura grinned at him. Candy Griffiths put her hand over her mouth. Summer Summerskill adjusted her black rimmed glasses. Miss Grayson raised one eyebrow; Miss Campbell raised the other one. Mirror images of the same thing.

Ian decided to skip on reintroducing Laura to Ginni. She was simply too much of a liability and there was no way he could address her without having to explain away her absolutely gigantic, protruding, twin set of fuck bags. They could be seen from space. What was he even doing? The five teachers looked like they were ready for a porn shoot, not lesson three.

'Everyone, this is Ginni, who is inspecting the school today. So you had all be on your best behaviour!'

He tried to summon a jokey laugh to stimulate bonhomie. Laura stuck her tongue in her cheek, raised her eyebrows to him and made eye contact after looking down at his protruding cock end. Candy Griffiths bit her lip and tried not to look naughty (impossible), and he was sure Summer Summerskill gave a brief tit flex.

Miss Grayson, ever severe, looked genuinely offended. No one laughed. Ian hustled Ginni in front of the troupe of mega titted super whore fuckdolls.

'Ginni, this is Mrs Grayson. I think she teaches... something?'

Miss Grayson, at least could be reliable, having seniority and a disciplinarian streak. Perhaps Gina Taylor had send her here to keep the others in line. The bombshell, brunette cougar was at least wearing a blouse and a skirt. The blouse could barely contain her monstrous, eye-popping assets. The pair of massive, gleaming melons that stuck out of her chest were projecting it out and putting the buttons under incredible stress. The satin garment was stretched tight and Miss Grayson's monstrous rack looked as if it was going to burst through any moment. The skirt was black and split in the middle, the gap only just concealing her slit enough for Ian to see that she wasn't wearing any panties.

'In fact I teach English, Ginni,' Miss Grayson said.

'And this is Miss Campbell. Also, English,' Ian said.

Cadi Campbell, or 'CC', as Ian had come to know her, nodded at Ginni. Ian had been given to wondering just how many cc's were packed into the nympho blonde's absolutely monstrously projected pair of fuck pillows that ballooned out of her chest, and every time he tit fucked her ginormous, rock-hard cans, he made an estimate and the cum-splattered whore giggled and either said 'hot' or 'cold' depending on how close he was. Here they were, for once, not on full display, instead packed into a skintight figure-hugging long-sleeved clubwear dress that only just covered her twat.

'I teach them how to mind their p's and q's,' Miss Campbell said.

You certainly don't, Ian thought. If anything you leave p's and q's tumbling thoughtlessly in your wake.

'Nice to meet you,' Ginni said.

'And this is Summer Summerskill,' Ian said, moving down the line.

Summer was going to be a problem. All Ian could see were massive tits popping out. Summer's flawless, amazonian bimbo physique was almost on full display, and only the most tiny, skimpy pieces imaginable of a silver, shiny, slingshot bikini prevented her knockout body from being fully revealed like the genuine whore that she was. Summer, always with a blonde buzzcut, had black rimmed glasses, twin sleeves of floral tattoos, a jacked, muscular stomach, and a gigantic set of bulging, taut-skinned hooters that were so massive that they made the upper strings of the bikini around her neck horizontal as they stretched out to truss over her blimp-balloon tits. She looked at best like a brazen Instagram model and at worst a common street whore.

'Summer is our... swimming coach,' Ian blurted, thinking quickly for a satisfactory explanation of Summer's slutty swimsuit attire.

'Actually I teach-' Summer attempted to interrupt, confused.

'It's actually swimming, though, isn't it, Summer?' Ian said, eyes narrowing in a challenging way. 'Because you're in a swimming costume, aren't you.'

Summer got the message.

'Breast stroke is my specialty,' she said.

Ian moved along swiftly, knowing that Summer was going to say that, with another squelch. Everyone noticed, apart from, apparently, Ginni.

'And finally we have Candy Griffiths,' he said, 'media.'

Candy was the last in the line, and one of the more level-headed, though no less cock-crazed, of his colleagues. She was wearing a t-shirt that said 'FILM MAKERS DO IT ON LOCATION' which was being projected out by her enormous tits, the lower hem lifted up so far that her underboobs could be glimpsed as she moved. The wet look-leggings didn't help matters, Ian thought.

'I shoot and edit all the x-rated films,' Candy said.

Ginni did a double take at Ian, then Candy, then Ian again.

'The horror films, she means,' Ian said.

'No,' Candy said, 'I mean the por-'

Ian simply cut the woman off. She could simply not finish that sentence in front of Ginni.

'The poor students hardly get a break with how hard we work them is what you were going to say, Candy!' Ian said, 'but don't worry about that, Ginni has seen how hard everyone works around here!'

'Well, that's certainly been my experience so far,' Ginni said.

Laura went over to the kitchen counter area of the staffroom, and Ian once more found himself wondering how long he could keep the small talk going.

'Ginni has seen PE and Science so far and I'm continuing to give her a tour for the rest of the day so if you'd like us to swing by your class later just let us know.'

Ian figured that would be more of a warning shot rather than a request for volunteers. He wasn't even sure where he was going to go himself. He was going to have to get instructions from Gina, even though there was no way of knowing whether the busty head of supply would be sending him into another awful trap.

Laura, or rather, Laura's enormous tits first and then the rest of Laura, appeared at Ian's elbow. The massive-titted fitness slut was holding a mug, proffering it to him.

'Cup of coffee for you Ian,' Laura said. 'The hardest of all of us... I mean, the hardest working...'

Ian noticed with horror that Laura was holding up one of his utterly innumerable personalised cups that were presents from overly-fond girls that he taught. There were so many of these that they were all scattered around the school. This one had capitalised text that read 'NO ONE BUSTS MY WHORE ASS OPEN LIKE YOU MR WHITE!!! XOX' on one side of the handle, while the other was a photo of a particular student's massive, round, tanned, oiled, bubble BBL booty, round, globular cheeks splayed as his massive, veiny dong speared inside her butthole, dilating it to the circumference of a forearm. The student in question, he knew, was Becca Bootie. When Becca and Ian conjoined, it was like she was teaching him about anal.

Cursing Laura inwardly, Ian accepted the mug and was forced to curl his whole palm and fingers around the scalding mug in order to hide the evidence of the pornified mug from Ginni.

Laura gave him the sweetest smile imaginable as his fingers clasped the mug, which was hotter than the sun.

'Thanks, Laura,' Ian winced.

'I've noticed you walking a little stiffly as you came in, Ian,' Laura said, 'is everything all right?'

'The old knee injury I'm afraid, Laura,' Ian said, 'I was mentioning it to Ginni earlier.'

'O what a pity. Well perhaps I should give it a little sports massage...'

Before Ian could protest, Laura was on her haunches in front of him in a stripper squat, expertly and industriously kneading, not at his knee at all, but the thick, fat, solid bulge of fuckpipe that was lodged down his trouser leg.

'Thanks, Laura,' Ian said again, palm beginning to burn horribly. She was going at his cock like a milkmaid.

'It's so inflamed,' Laura said, shooting him up a filthy smile.

Suddenly, Candy Griffiths hoved directly into view in front of Ian, wielding her phone.

'Mr White,' she announced, 'why don't you help me pick out the centrefold spread of the next issue of the school magazine. I'm torn between these absolutely darling pictures of the girls from 3E during their dance lessons, but I just can't decide between this or this...'

The stacked media teacher's smile rivalled Laura's for a leering quality, and she shoved the phone screen in front of Ian and showed him a glossy, well-shot glamour-porn style photo of the blonde haired Lexxxie Licks tonguing the monster-boobed Titiania Titt's pussy, eating it deep while being anally annihilated by a monstercock from behind while the camera caught twin sprays of thick white cum shooting from huge, climaxing, meaty, engorged cocks in explosive jets all over Titania Titt's tits. The other picture was a simple one of Sanddy Sexton taking a cluster bombing of a cumbath as a dozen cocks surrounded her and plastered her with thick cream as she kneeled in the centre, smiling open-mouthed up at the camera.

With Candy blocking Ginni's view of Ian from the front, the busty media teacher grinned and continued to flick through the lewd photos and Ian didn't notice as Miss Campbell manoeuvred herself behind him, stuck her colossal tits in his back, snaked her hand through his legs from below and clasped his groin hard from behind, squeezing his nuts.

Ian groaned and dropped the manilla envelope he had been using to hide his erection from Ginni on the floor, and instantly, Summer was all over it - 'let me pick that up for you!' - dropping at the waist, leaving her long legs straight as she bent over and sticking her gorgeous round ass up at him as she busied herself with picking the papers up from the floor.

Ian was steaming, boiling, simmering with barely supressed sexual urges as the whores teased him. Laura jacking him off at the knee, CC squeezing his testes and rolling them in her fingers, Summer popping her glutes and letting her juicy assflesh sway, and Candy finding ever more debauched and pornographic photos to display to him as her t-shirt threatened to ride up over her nipples.

At this point, Ginni announced, 'Mrs Grayson, would you be so kind as to direct me towards the ladies' room?'

Ian craned his eyes over Candy's shoulder as Mrs Grayson walked Ginni to the door of the staff room.

'Just up the corridor, turn right at the end, third door on your left.'

Then Mrs Grayson shut the door behind Ginni.

Ian had had enough.

'Fucking WWWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRREEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!' Ian yelled.

Hopefully Ginni was deaf as well as blind. But he was past caring.

RRRRRIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!! SLLLLLLAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!

Predictably, the first thing that happened was that Ian's penile beast surged free of its trousered cage once more, utterly annihilating Ian's backup pair of trouser in an explosion of riven fabric and springing free once more. The monster cock, now rock hard, brimming with tumescent, fat veins and sputtering gouts of precum whipped up from his leg and hammered with a clonking uppercut into Laura's jaw as it continued its upward trajectory, landing a solid swipe against the amazonian fitness whore and knocking her backwards on her ass.

The clublike fuck log whipped up and continued its rise, knocking Candy's phone out of her hands and sending it spiralling into the air, with the slick, wet, glossy head smacking right between Candy's tits, sliding under her t-shirt and surging up between her stacked cleavage. Candy's eyes went wide in alarm as Ian's massive meat missile surged through her gigantic, round melons and was throttled by the crew neck of the t-shirt so that the huge, smooth, round, slick glans kept going and prodded into her left eyeball, whereupon Ian released a gob of precum so fat into the busty whore's face that it not only snapped her head back but the muscular pulse that ran down the column of fuck flesh sent a ripple through it that tore her t-shirt in half.

Ian grabbed Candy's humongous, exposed fuck bags and planted his monster cock between them, ploughing them up between the bimbo whore's cleavage and sawing the huge fuck tool between the solid, golden tanned orbs, making sure on every stroke that the meaty tip of his fuck piston surged up through them and battered the gorgeous treacle-haired nympho in the face. Candy shrugged off her ripped t-shirt from her arms and just as she was about to recompose herself, Ian grabbed his raging boner, pulled it with a wet, slippery sound out of her boobage and thrust it directly at her crotch.

RRRRIIPPPPP TTTTTWAAKKKK SSPLOOOOTTCHH!!!

He was in no mood for playing around. Ian's ginormous fuckpillar was planted flush against Candy's groin and busted straight through her wet-look leggings, spearing through the material and plugging her moist split, splaying her twat apart and driving up into her moist depths. Candy shuddered and groaned as Ian grabbed her and pulled her off the ground, and she swung her black-legging sheathed legs up around his ass as he pulled her into a standing fuck, hands clasped around her hips. Within seconds, Candy was wide eyed and screaming as she threw her hands around his back as his titanic meat pole slugged it out with her insides, the massage appendage a blur as it hammered inside her.