School for Scandal

'Ian, the inspector going to be back in like two minutes!' Mrs Grayson said, grinning as she ended her liplock with CC.

Ian looked down at Mrs Grayson's devious look. Two minutes was probably being overly generous.

There wasn't going to be getting out of this one. But at this point, Ian didn't care.

'Fucking stupid whore!!!!' Ian snarled.

Ian pulled his monster cock from Candy's asshole with a wet, slick, sploortch sound, leaving the gorgeous blonde whore's rectal passage a massively-gaping pink-ringed black hole, and immediately grabbed it and swung it towards Mrs Grayson and plunged it into her open mouth. Mrs Grayons's eyes bulged out as her beleaguered, super-horny male colleague plugged her face with his monstrous, pussy-destroying meat-column, shoving the vascular, bloated length *hard* down her throat, and gagged. Ian seized the top of the brunette cougar's head and made the mega-titted milf quack like a duck a few times before wrenching it back out and turned to CC, who he merely smacked in the face a dozen times with his slick, solid, glossy, nineteen-inch manhammer until she was dazed. Ian then grabbed both of their heads from behind, pulled the nympho whores' faces together in front of Summer's butt, clamped their lips together around his meatstick and then slammed his massive, juicy dick between them, spearing through their airtight bimbo-pout liplock sealed around either side of his rock-hard cum cannon as he shoved as much of it as he could into Summer's still-orgasming pussy from behind.

After a few strokes of this, half his cock penetrating Summer's slippery cooch, the other half being hungrily smooched in ten-inch slobbering strokes by the vixen fuckdolls slurping either side of it, Ian groaned and pulled it out again, grabbing it with his hand close to the bloated tip and firing thick, heavy, cloying, syrupy pulses of precum point-black into CC and Mrs Grayon's faces which made them shriek in pleasure and then giggle as their gorgeous faces were doused with syrupy pre ejaculate. Then he grabbed both of them by an arm and slung them upwards, shoved Summer down so that she was kneeling against the couch, and swung Mrs Grayson and CC up on top of the swimsuit-wearing slut.

Mrs Grayson and CC got the message. Mrs Grayson swung her right leg over Summer, mounting her back, her round ass on top of Summer's, and went flat against Summer, on top of her, tits pressed into her back. Then CC swung her left leg over Mrs Grayson, mounted her and did the same, and Ian was then looking at three round, gorgeous peachy asses all on top of each other in a line, glossy glutes jiggling softly and supple flesh gleaming.

Laura appeared from the side and rested her elbow on top of CC's back, casually perched as Ian set about reaming the six orifices that were being presented to him.

'Ian, do you think this is wise?' Laura said, as Ian set about spearing his immense cum-cannon into CC's asshole, grabbing both of the blonde's buttcheeks as he did so and feeding his needy fuck log into the stacked bimbo's cinnamon ring. Below CC, Mrs Grayson and Summer were both twerking their booties at him and making their glutes ripple deliciously.

'I don't care, Laura!' Ian said deliriously, giving CC's ass a smack and repositioning his left hand onto Mrs Grayson's rear before sliding it more centrally to tweak her clit.

Laura reached out and started to milk Ian's testes, getting a good grip on his bull balls and swirling her fingers around them, 'after all that good work this morning this would be an extremely silly way to lose your job...'

Ian gave CC's ass another spanking and then evacuated his steel-sprung length from CC's asshole and aimed it lower, this time shoving it hard into Mrs Grayson's rectal passage and scoring a bullseye.

'FUCKING MONSTER COCK IN MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!' Mrs Grayson screamed.

'Ah well, fuck it.' Laura said, and peeled off her slashed gym-top and revealed her absolutely incomparable, beach-ball sized whoppers to Ian, flexing her pecs and making them bounce on her chest, making the massive melons twerk.

Ian was in a mood to complete the set, so he hammered his cock like an out of control piston into Mrs Grayson's rear about twenty times and finished by pulling it out and shoving it once each into her and CC's pussies from behind. Both whores squirted instantly, and a waterfall of female ejaculate started to explode in guttering pulses out of the spastically spasming and sticky stacked-up twats of CC, Mrs Grayson, and Summer, one on top of the other. CC's pussy juices spattered onto Mrs Grayon's cunt and ass below, which itself squirted girlcum all over Summer's soppily sputtering cooch. It was like Niagra Falls.

'Are you *trying* to fuck every single hole in the room before Ginni gets blllllooooaaaAAARRRKKKK!!!' Laura said.

Ian wasn't exactly carrying out a well-thought-out plan, but as he aimed, lined up and then pummelled his cast-iron fuck club into his girlfriend's face, he realised that subconsciously that that was probably exactly what he was doing. In fact, some brisk mental calculation made him realise that he only had a few holes left if he really wanted to have penetrated CC, Mrs Grayson, Laura, Summer and Candy's pussy, ass and throatpipes before Ginni got back from the ladies' room, which was all that was left of the set.

It seemed doable.

Which when you thought about it, was a really stupid thing to consider, considering the circumstances.

The sound of his phone interrupted his ridiculous train of thought, though not the frenzied rhythmic face-fucking of the statuesque blonde monster-jugged nympho on her knees in front of him. The triple-whore-stack of sluts perched on the couch collapsed under the weight of their orgasms, legs too wobbly to support them, and as Ian continued throat fucking Laura, he was dimly aware of a recognisable sound coming from behind him.

At length, a partially delirious Candy Griffiths wobbled her way to the side of him on her eight-inch black shiny stripper shoes, her utterly destroyed and ragged wet-look leggings slung between her knees and inhibiting her stride. The fuckdoll slut waddled like a duck to Ian, her saturated pussy still splotchily roping gelatinous threads into its torn-open crotch section that was suspended below it.

'Phone call for you Ian,' Candy said, 'I got it out of what was left of your trousers.'

'Thanks Candy,' said Ian, seizing the phone, with one hand, and with the other, grabbing his behemoth phallus, wrenching the massive, throbbing, engorged nineteen-inch fuck club out of Laura's stretched mouth, aiming it at Candy's round, exposed, jiggly butt and ramming it all the way up her asshole.

'FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!' Candy screamed, bending over at the waist as Ian ploughed his immense fucktool into her tightest hole, the ring of muscles in her butt widening as the baseball-bat thick tool impaled her rectal passage.

'Yes,' Ian said, 'it's me, I'm here.'

'Ian?' Gina Taylor said, 'it sounds noisy. I thought you were in the staff room.'

'I am in the staff room,' Ian said, thrusting his groin back and forth so that his monster hog sawed back and forth into Candy's bowels, making the bimbo media teacher's pussy spurt again, sloshing all over her torn wet-look leggings.

'You sound furtive. Why is there moaning in the background?'

There was an ominous pause on the line.

'Ian,' Gina asked suspiciously, 'are you fucking everyone?'

Now, Ian paused.

'Maybe.'

'Good GOD, Ian!' Gina exploded, 'who are you fucking?'

'I'm with CC and Candy and Laura and Summer and Mrs Grayson. I think I've buttfucked nearly all of them now.'

'CC the student or CC your colleague?'

'CC the colleague.'

'Well at least there isn't a student in the staff room. You need to get more imaginative with your nicknames, Ian.'

'I'll give that some thought,' Ian said, as he once more ploughed his fat dong into Candy's stretched butthole.

'Anyway, what the fuck?' Gina blurted, 'what are you doing?'

'Every single orifice that I can,' Ian said, 'sometimes -- not very often, but sometimes -- I wish my colleagues weren't such a set of fucking stupid fucking whores... It creates complications that normal teachers don't have to deal with.'

'Thank you Ian. I will ignore that for the moment and take it up with you later. Where's Ginni?' Gina demanded.

'She's in the toilet, she'll be back any second.'

'THEN WHY ARE YOU FUCKING ALL OF YOUR COLLEAGUES?!!!??' Gina yelled.

'I DON'T KNOW!!!!' Ian yelled back, pulling his dick out of Candy's anus and turning to impale Laura's very willing face on it once again, Laura's lower face becoming distended as her lips and jaw *absorbed* the monstrous, dripping, bloated, rock hard shaft, Laura's eyes going wide in shock and delight as she took the ass to mouth penetration. 'I JUST AM!!!!'

The trio of whores that had stacked their asses on top of each other had collapsed onto the sofa in a row in three exhausted plops, with Candy depositing herself on the end of the line as a fourth. They stared blearily at Ian as he proceeded to rail Laura's face with his ginormous cum-cannon, balls slapping hard into her chin with every stroke and making the blonde mega whore quack like a duck.

'Well, what are you going to do now? And what's that sound' Gina said.

'That's Laura's fucking throat!' Ian yelled, 'and I don't know! I need to cum, the bloody nurse gave me a dozen pills fifteen minutes ago, if I don't do this now my dick won't go down!'

'How close are you?' Gina said.

'Not far off actually,' Ian said, as Laura grabbed his cock at the base, retracted her head, withdrawing the ragingly hard and urgently throbbing tool from her slobbery throatpipe until the massive, fist-sized head popped out of her mouth. Grinning, Laura spat on it, stood, pivoted, and presented her perfect, round, juicy, huge, bubble ass at him.

'Fucking shove that thing all the way up there and out of my mouth, stud! Wreck my shit!!!'

Ian shoved his spit-slick dick into Laura's soft, tight, clenching, buttery anal passage. Laura threw her blonde-maned head back and shrieked in delight, holding her massive gorgeously round and bubbly butt cheeks apart.

'And another thing,' Ian said into the phone, slamming his cock as far as it would go into Laura's bowels, 'I need more trousers.'

'You need MORE trousers?' Gina said incredulously.

'I'm going to need another pair. I went through the last ones pretty quickly.'

'How is it possible that you already need more trousers?'

'Listen, Gina, I'm sorry that my dick is just too big and hard but I haven't heard you complaining about it until now if I'm being perfectly honest!'

'Ian, I can't help you,' Gina said, 'something came up.'

'Metaphorically?' Ian said.

'No, literally,' Gina replied. 'I'm on my knees under a forest of fucking dick right now, there's like ten students here and they've all got their huge fuck hoses point directly at my face. Over the course of the next lesson my throat is just going to be a willing pussy for them, and then they're going to give me a fucking cumbath. I'm gonna end up looking like a goo monster.'

Ian slammed his meaty cum tube as hard into Laura's anal chute as he could possibly manage.

'You're going to suck off ten dicks rather than help me SAVE THE SCHOOL?' Ian yelled, holding the phone up at his face and shouting into it.

'OF COURSE I FUCKING AM!!!!' Gina yelled back.

'Jesus christ, you're as bad as I am.'

'I can't help you with your trousers problem,' Gina said, the sentence accompanied by a smooching and crisp popping sound which did not need to be accounted for, 'but I can tell you where you're going next.'

'Where?'

'Dance.'

'DANCE?' Ian said, 'but they're ALL WHORES!!!!'

'Well, we're all whores everywhere Ian, let's be right. Now excuse me. I have an appointment with ten fourteen-inch cocks.'

So saying, Gina hung up.

'Fucking stupid whore,' Ian muttered, and continued to fuck Laura's glorious, perfect ass. His phone rang again immediately and he answered it automatically.

Inevitably, it was Gina again.

'DO NOT FUCK HER!!!' the sexpot head of supply shouted, before hanging up abruptly.

'Jesus Christ,' Ian said again, finally wrenching his monstrous, steel girder hard, nineteen-inch shaft from Laura's bottomless anal chute, 'you can't do anything around here!'

As the SCCCCLLLOOOORRPPPPP sound of Ian's massive tool evacuating Laura's rectal passage echoed around the staff room, Laura span around and got on her knees in front of Ian, leering up at him, raising and eyebrow, and sliding her hands to cup her absolutely behemoth, smooth, taut, flesh boulders, jiggling them alternately for him, the round tanned mounds gleaming in the light. They would have dwarfed basketballs.

'Why don't you stop complaining and empty your fucking balls all over me, stud?' Ian's girlfriend said, sticking her tongue out of her mouth and flickering it at him whoreishly.

'Fucking cum on all of us!' came CC's voice from directly behind Laura, and Ian saw that the other four of his monster-jugged nymphomaniac colleagues were each on their knees on the couch behind, all in a row, each of them with their back arched, thrusting their gigantic, round, glossy skinned knockers out at him and looking at him more than suggestively.

'Yeah, blast us with your fucking spunk,' Mrs Grayson said, with a wink.

'We wanna get fucking *glazed*,' Summer giggled, 'use that monster cock to fucking *coat* us.'

'Better hurry up though!' Candy said.

'Fuuuuuckkkk...'

Ian had five willing targets and not much time. In his mind, he could almost hear the clip-clop of Ginni's heels in the corridor as she proceeded back towards the staff room. Laura was on her knees on the floor, the big tit bombshell whore with her mouth agape and tongue extended as far as it would go, begging for his cum, while the other four sluts did similar, slightly elevated on the couch behind her.

No matter how many times he did this, it was always on the money.

He took the situation in both hands, placing one flat against his groin, pressing down against the bloatedly sprouting root of his vast, throbbing phallus, with the other, his right, taking long, sweeping strokes up and down the veiny length, twisting around just as his curled fingers met the proudly inflated and smooth, engorged crown.

'Fuck,' he said.

Then he cried out hard.

SSSSPPPLLATTTTTTT!!!!!

A thick jet of hot, white, creamy, thick cum hosed out of the tip of his cock and plastered Laura directly in the face, the gooeyness and messiness of the load obliterating her features, smacking hard into both eyes and covering her nose, where two bubbles appeared instantly where her nostrils were. It was sprayed in a line so that it slapped over her forehead and bejewelled her hair, the tail of it landing in her opened mouth, a string of it dangling off the tip of her tongue. Laura giggled, open mouthed, shoulders scrunching up as she did so, eyes still open even as they were webbed with spunk. Ian blasted her again, once more in the face, and the second load drenched her in goo, streaking her cheeks and forehead again, by which point a thick, gluey white strand was already trailing from her chin. Ian grunted and groaned and expelled another two bursts, twisting his aim so that each one of her monster mega-boobs was splattered in white, hosing one then the other with heavy, long bursts that exploded upon impact with her taut, firm, projecting titflesh.

As Laura giggled happily and healthily, Ian turned his aim again and fired for the whores on the couch. These big tit vixens were further away but it was all the same to him.

SPPPLAAATTTTTT -- he nailed Candy right between the eyes. She winced at the impact as cum flew everywhere.

SPLPLLLAATTTTT -- CC caught the next long cum comet all over her forehead, plastering all over her tanned skin in a star shape and dripping down both sides of her nose, a thick, heavy mess plastered in her blonde tresses.

SPPLLLLATTTTTT -- Mrs Grayson found a bolt of white, thick cream spat out of Ian's cock and projected directly into the back of her lewdly opened mouth, firing into her throat and making her gag. Spluttering, fleck of white cum cascaded out over the milf's mouth as she coughed.

SPPPLLLLAAATTTTT -- Summer was next, a beam of thick molten loin syrup erupting from Ian's cock tip, jetting through the air and sliming her in one long unbroken line all the way from her chin and travelling up, sticking where it landed on her lips, nose, glasses, forehead and splatting into a white line all the way up her blonde-buzz cut hair.

Laura had turned round to see where Ian's other cum blasts had been deposited, and when she twisted her head back to him he fired another salvo that smacked right between her eyes again, before lifting his bucking horse cock up again to blast another load all over Mrs Grayson's monster jugs, then, next to her, CC's massive fuck globes. CC hefted them up and rolled her fingers around the monster fuck bags, glazing them in Ian's semen, as Ian moved again to the right and shot another huge, thick jet that arced through the air and splattered Summer's face again.

'Fucking hell it's like a firehose!!!!' Summer yelled, laughing.

Ian twisted his cock all the way to the other end of the quartet of whores and fired off another bolt of thick, gluey, heavy cum all over Candy, who giggled and played with the mess as it dripped from her chin and jaw all over her tits. Another welter of gluey spunk shot from his cock end and smacked hard into CC's face, then Mrs Grayson's, and then Summer's again. By this point the amount of heavy, sticky cum that decorated each of the whores was plastered to their features. Ian moved closer to Laura and stroked his cock *hard*, sending four more point blank loads into her gorgeous face, smothering her with so much cum he could barely see her thick eyelashes blinking to dislodge the load. Then he tipped his cock up and shot more over Laura's head, now covering CC, then Mrs Grayson's, the Summer's monster hooters in more cum, firing lassos of sticky white jizz that landed all over their taut, firm knockers with audible splats.

The four whores on the couch leaned in to smooch his cock tip and slide their lips and tongues over his bell end as his orgasm finally subsided.

Then he heard it.

The clip clop of steps up the corridor.

'She's fucking here!' Ian shouted.

'Oooops...' Laura grinned, Ian's cock resting on top of her head, not looking at all guilty.

'Have we been bad?' Summer asked. 'Should we not have done that?'

'Fuck!!!' Ian said. Looking down at the five grinning whores that were clustered around his deflating monster cock, Laura's face obscured by his gigantic, pulsing, post-orgasmic fuck log.

This could simply not be explained away. Five splattered whores, him with no trousers, an aftermath of sexual carnage. And Ginni had only been gone for two minutes! What could he do? There was no escape!

Suddenly he was very afraid. He considered jumping out of the window. Let the sluts deal with it. Say I've been taken ill. Then he felt something soft being pushed into his stomach.

'Here,' Laura said, Ian's monster dick still projecting out over her forehead, being lovingly smooched and nuzzled by the quartet of whores behind, 'put these on.'

'What are they?' Ian looked at the fabric that Laura was pressing into his midriff.

'They're shorts. They're the emergency pair. That's the backup PE costume that we keep as spares for when students forget their kit. Except, duh, we never use them. I brought it just in case because I know how you are.'

Oh great. He was down to shorts now.

But it was considerably better than nothing.

Mrs Grayson gave the tip of his still-leaking cock a final noisy, wet, slurping suck and then, uncharacteristically, belched incredibly loudly, 'probably should have cum inside of us. You know, hide the evidence.'