School For Scandal Inspection 04

nb: written in collaboration with alld

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He was expecting an orgy. Or a group of students all suddenly looking innocent while huddled around a hurriedly switched-off TV.

What he was not expecting - what he would have never, ever have put money on - was an actual lesson.

Amber, Becca, Diamond and Titania were all interspersed on a U-shaped bank of desks with a male student between them. They all looked up from the tablets they were engrossed in studying as Ian and the Inspector entered.

They were all, somehow, dressed as entirely as appropriately as Sanddy was earlier; in what was apparently -- though Ian had never seen it before - the school's official uniform.

The boys wore crisp white shirts with hideous private school checked ties, although in deference to the heat of the day their blazers were draped over the back of their chairs.

The girls wore an appropriate equivalent; white blouses tucked into knee-length skirts and topped off with ties that matched the boys - although Ian noticed in Titania and Diamond's case they were strategically hiding the gaping fabric cause by their enormous tits being crammed into them. Bras were of course, even at this stage, a bridge too far, and there was no hiding their prominent nipples.

"Ah, Mr White" a voice said "Miss Taylor said you'd be popping in!"

Ian froze when he turned to the owner of the voice, glad that Ginni couldn't see him corpsing at the sight of the fellow educator. The school's newest teacher James Jones was was stood at the head of the class and beamed at them. He looked like a parody of a 70's teacher, clad in in a tweed suit with actual leather patches at the elbows, and for some reason was holding a smoking pipe!

"Could I look at what the students are leaning in this lesson?" Gina asked innocently, stepping away from Ian and picking her way toward the students.

"Mathematics. Volumes of shapes" James said before anyone could beat home to it.

"Volumes?" Ginni asked, looking at her notebook and then at the students. "Isn't that...considerably below their ability level for students of their age?"

"The volume of a sphere is equal to the radius cubed multiplied by pi multiplied by 1.33" Titania said proudly, beaming at the Inspector when she stopped her desk.

"Can you give me an example?" Ginni asked, looking over her glasses at the stacked

"For something like...a basketball" Titania said, her eyes dropping down to Ginni's chest for a moment before looking back up at her face. Her brow furrowed in thought for a moment. "That's about um...7000cc. The bigger the diameter of the sphere, of course, the greater the volume" she added, her blouse straining under the load as she took a deep breath and flashed the inspector a smug grin.

"The volume of her spheres is why she's so popular" one of the boys snarked to his neighbour under his breath, before Amber elbowed him into the ribs to shut up.

At the front of the class, Ian had moved up to stand next to James. "Why are you dressed like you're an extra on Grange Hill?" he asked out of the corner of his mouth, raising a hand to wave and smile at Ginni as she made to look at Titania's tablet. "You look like you shouldn't be allowed near a school, let alone teaching in one!"

"Gina burst into my classroom threw these costumes at us" James muttered back hurriedly, his free hand raising up to his face to smooth back the portion of fake beard that had peeled loose with his sweating. "Told me to get my arse over here with this lot and teach an actual maths lesson or else. What's the hell's going on?"

"We're being inspected" Ian hissed as he watching the class like a hawk, who were beginning to fidget in the manner that all students do when the authority in the room is distracted.

"By her?" James asked, nodding toward Ginni. His voice trailed off and Ian saw his eyes widen in amazement as something happened behind him.

"Ye-yes..." Ian said as he turned to follow the other teacher's gaze. The Inspector was was leaning over to study Titania's work, and the movement had caused her concealing jacket to pull back and reveal a little more of her body.

"Fucking hell..." the both gasped quietly

Ginni's ass was straining so hard against the against the trousers she wore that Ian was sure they'd tear any moment. Further up her body, a breast that would dwarf all but Titania and Diamond's prodigious racks was resting on the desk as the Inspectoress looked at their coursework, getting the attention of the male students who were slowly nudging each other to pay more attention.

Amber and Becca looked over for a moment and rolled their eyes at being again out-titted in the room, going back to trying to tease the boys they were sat next to.

Diamond's eyes narrowed for a moment as she looked over at the two male teachers, before her mouth curled up in a wicked grin as a plan formulated in her blonde head.

Ian shook his head in a "Don't you dare" warning. Diamond's grin widened and she nodded in a "Just you stop me" rebuke.

"I know about the volume of cylinders!" she piped up suddenly, getting Ginni's attention from Titania's work.

"Oh? Please, do tell!" Ginni said sweetly, straightening up and moving over to Diamond's desk with a sway of her hips that left all the males in the room starting to sweat.

Diamond handed Ginni the tablet she was working on, flashing her a sweet smile. "I know that the longer they are" she explained, looking over at Ian and James and pouting at them "the bigger they are". She held her hands up over the desk and slowly moved them apart "And the bigger they are, the more volume they have" the teen slut continued, giving her perfect lips a small, teasing lick while Ginni was looking at the screen "So you can fit more inside them. I just love really...massive...cylinders"

"Well, yes I....suppose that's right!" Ginni admitted, looking a little nonplussed again as she handed the tablet back and pushed her glasses up her nose.

"And what about you two?" Ginni asked as she turned, looking at the two boys next to Diamond "What are you two working on?"

"Errr...." one said as he looked helplessly between Ginni, James and Ian. This was wildly off the script. They'd been told they just had to sit and keep quiet while the teachers to do the talking, not that they'd be asked questions!

"Maths!" One of them answered, his face plastered with the idiot smile only possible when a significant proportion of his bloodflow was in his dick. "We're doing maths!" he said again, his companion nodding along with him as they both tried not to stare at Ginni's straining blouse.

The Inspector turned to look at Ian, the movement doing interesting things with her outfit and giving another tantalising half-glimpse of the stunning figure that was apparently underneath it. Ian grimaced and held the folder even tighter against his leg; having Ginni, Diamond and Titania all in his eyeline was doing nothing for his raging erection, and he was pretty sure that even his sock was now soaked in precum.

The inspector's confused look changed almost instantly after a moment as something clicked, and her face suddenly broke into a wide smile.

"Oh, I see! This is a nurture group! Of course!" she said, smiling down at the students as she mistook their stilted and panicked answers as if they were just struggling academics. "You're all doing so well!" she added, a slight patronising tone in her voice that made the girls eyes narrow.

"This is an excellent environment! Perfect ffor students with additional needs!" Ginni beamed as she walked back toward Ian and James at the front of the class.

"I'm additionally needing this dick" Titania purred behind Ginni with a little giggle, extracting her partner's cock and starting to pump it furiously.

Ginni beamed wider as she approached the front, nodding as she looked at her notebook and wrote down a few more points. "Small group. Mixed pairings. Suitable work for their abilities" she said to herself as she made notes. "Excellent. Really excellent"

"Oh shit!" came a sudden groan from the student sandwiched between Titania and Diamond, their teasing proving too much and causing his over-stimulated cock to erupt hugely into the air.

"Oh FUCK there's so much! It's going EVERYWHERE!" Diamond and Titania chimed like a perfect duet, the relish in their voices clear.

James and Ian froze in horror at the sight of the cumming phallus and the suddenly determined look in the two slut's eyes, the pair starting to butt each other other of the way to get closer to the spewing cumpipe.

"Oh dear, what is..." Ginni gasped, starting to turn round to look at the commotion.

Time slowed. The vein in Ian's head began to throb as hard as his cock. They had about 2 seconds before Ginni saw what was happening and everything would crumble down. He turned his head to see James slowly reaching out to point at the superslut pair and try to..warn them off? That would never happen.

A scraping of a chair made Ian look back again, his head feeling like it was in treacle as it turned. Somehow, a schoolbag was now on the desk. Titania was over the lad's lap, his arm-thick cock visible for a fraction of a second as it disappeared under the skirt and into one of her voracious holes. Diamond was sat with her arms folded, her face like thunder as she pouted at the creamy stains on her blouse.

"Some cream exploded. From my bag." Titania explained like someone who definitely not trying to hide the fact she was sat on 16 inches of still-cumming cock. She pulled at the bag and extracted a pot of cream from the top, it's side fractured and torn lid flapping as she waved it. "See. All over the table. And my chair"

"Oh my! Well..be more careful I guess?" Ginni said, looking from the mess on the desk to the pot, completely missing the fact that it was simply too small to contain that much "cream". "Are you alright?" she asked as she looked at the fellow who was now acting as Titania's seat.

"Yes...fine!" The lad gasped as he looked over Titania's shoulder, letting out another grunt as Titania wiggled her ass and stirred her velvet pussy with his mast to get a few more squirts of cum out. "She's just a little... boney!"

Ginni nibbled her lip for a second before turning back to Ian. "Well Mr White, I can see you can clearly have some....specific...challenges with your nurture group! But everyone is so well behaved and clearly feels relaxed with their tutors" she said warmly.

Behind her, Dimaond had turned her attention to her other neighbour and had stated beating his bat-like cock against her tits, while Titania had gripped the desk and was really starting to bounce on the stunned lad's dong.

With what was becoming prophetic timing, Ian's phone pinged again with another message. Opening it up, he saw Gina's face -- or what he assumed was Gina's face under the literal mask of gloopy semen coating it -- with another message

"Stud. Way to science clear. Get to Charles. DO NOT FUCK HER.'

The ringing in Ian's ears stopped and he breathed out again. Charles. Finally some sanity. He only went loopy when Diamond or Candy were around. Since Diamond was here and Candy was out in PE with her sister, they were finally in the clear!

"I thought we could go to see out Science labs next?" Ian offered, striding over to Ginni and offering his arm, to keep her distracted from the quietly unfolding orgy behind them.

"But it says here Music is..." Ginni protested, pointing at her notebook with her free hand.

"Science! It's on the way, not to worry!" he said reassuringly, leading her out of the classroom now that the opportunity presented itself.

The door closed behind them, cutting off the sound of scraping chairs after Titania asked "Who wants to give me some more cream for Food Tech-? This one's really empty now..."

Ian shepherded Ginni away from the site of debauch that was rapidly and inexorably staring to develop in the classroom behind them, bombshell fuckdolls having stirred themselves into a lascivious froth through both the teasing of their classmates and the delicious tension over having pretend that they weren't insanely lewd, sexually voracious bimbo whores. Slamming the door a little too abruptly, Ian took Ginni's elbow and manoeuvred her into the corridor as all hell broke loose behind them, any class with Diamond and Titania in it liable to break into a three-hole gangbang ball-bursting orgy.

The way ahead of them was mercifully clear. The corridor had been denuded of its usual array of artefacts that proclaimed the lewd exploits of the school's students, packaged as achievements, accolades, hyper-pornified class portraits and imaginatively vulgar examples of 'work'. The production photos of the stunning star turn of the school's resident thespian Jody Coxxx-Staynes (not a stage name) performing in Sheridan's immortal satire 'School for Scandal' had all been taken off the walls. Ian had seen the show and could see very well why they had opted to change her character's name from Lady Sneerwell to Lady Spearwell, and while he hadn't actually realised exactly how filthy eighteenth century plays were, he was pretty sure that the bukkake scene had been an insertion.

That was gone -- alongside the beaming pictures of the girls of Miss Campbell's form on the charity visit to dig wells in some part of Africa or other (lots of important plumbing achieved), the cheerleading team enjoying the boy's football team's victory both with the boy's team and their vanquished foes, several important latex-themed fashion shows superintended by Miss Stark, herself wearing an eye-popping pink skintight vinyl babydoll. Everything had been scrupulously cleared away, so that the bare walls were showing up the faded patches of paint from where they had been removed. The display cases, the motivation posters ('You Can Take It' featured a life-size reproduction of his own massive phallus entering B.J. Devine's asshole), and the much-beloved 'Top of the Pops' competition, whereby students voted for the best facial cumshot of the week from a selection that were posted ad-hoc on the school's website, had all been whipped away.

'It's a little... bare, isn't it, Mr White?' Ginni said, unevenly, looking at the walls.

Ian thought. Maybe he could come up with some bullshit about the benefit of letting the students go around with clear heads. Then something turned the corner ahead and came up the corridor.

'We're...' he squinted at the approaching figures, 'redecorating!'

The school's redoubtable handywomen, Roxxxi and Foxxxi, we suddenly sighted approaching towards them hefting ladders, rollers, brushes and tins of paint. Both were in baggy camo combats and immodestly abbreviated skintight white vests that their gargantuan tits bulged out of, leaving their ripped midriffs exposed.

'Hi Mr White!' Roxxxi said.

'Hi Roxxxi,' Ian said to the stacked, tattooed fuckdoll as she set up a ladder ahead of them, 'all cleared out for you?'

'Just going to give it a lick,' Roxxxi said in her usual raspy whore-voice, giving Ian a sumptuous wink.

'Of paint,' Foxxxi said, eyefucking Ian all the same.

'Don't get any on the inspector,' Ian said, façade of bonhomie still intact, 'very important person coming through!'

Roxxxi gave Ian's ass a spank as he sidled past her, which hopefully Ginni didn't detect.

They turned the corridor, they made towards science, and the hopefully subdued, middle-class calm and propriety of Charles Woodcock-Splatterwell, who was reliable to a fault except when in proximity to one of his many crushes, like Vixxxen Sinclair, Nurse Pennyweather, Diamond, or, come to think of it, pretty much anyone. Ian glanced at his watch. Ten o clock, meaning five more hours of this agony to endure. On the plus side, some of their biggest liabilities -- Diamond, Sanddy, his own damned girlfriend -- had already been negotiated, and to all intents and purposes, Ginni was so far non the wiser that the school was not in fact a further education college but a institution for perverse, sexually gifted, and unusually endowed eighteen year olds to... what was the educational phrase? 'Explore'.

He stole a glance at Ginni's immense chest and wondered why she couldn't just be normal, like all of the other hypersexual nympho bimbo fuckdolls he encountered in his professional life. It was tremendously inconsiderate and of no help to anyone. However, what was a boon to him was Gina Taylor's apparently successful attempt to depornify the school's outward appearance -all that was left to conceal, was to apply the same standards to his own sex-corrupted heart. That and the thousand other reprobates in the immediate vicinity. As he was mulling this over, an example of this very liability suddenly presented itself, and his heart sank. A single female student was making her way down the hallway towards himself and Ginni. And she clearly hadn't got the memo about appropriate dress.

Ginni, finally - finally - was taken somewhat aback.

'Heavens...' Ginni said.

Heavens was right.

Approaching them down the corridor, was the unmistakable sight of Jizzelle Cumshotte. It would be difficult for Ian not to recognise her, because he had fucked her only yesterday, railing her over his desk during a lesson -- whatever it was -- where she had squealed and sprayed a glistening welter of girljuice before kneeling in front of him and holding up her phone to capture the enormous, molten gluey cumshot that Ian had ejected directly into her face, giggling and wincing playfully as each massive bolt of groin-syrup smacked between her eyes. Jizzelle was the scion of an incredibly rich and aristocratic family who had sensationally renounced her class status and privilege on her 18th birthday, whereupon she had eschewed the chance to appear on a trashy reality posh-porn show with her older sister by instead enrolling at the school to train for a career in real porn films, compressing her double-barrelled surname Cumming-Bagshotte into its more fittingly distinctive sobriquet which she planned to use as her erotic-movie handle.

Jizzelle was a perfectly and evenly tanned bimbo slut with a bimbo hardbody, plump dicksucker lips, glossy, shimmering blonde hair and a tattoo across her clavicle that read 'GET FUCKED' in elaborate script. She was dressed completely normally for her, which was to say, full fuckdoll attire, consisting of shiny black PVC ankle boots with platforms and 8 inch heels, black fishnet stockings, shiny black bracers on her forearms, and a red shiny kinked-up bra and panty set that was linked together, out of which her humongous, spheroid, tanned, projecting tits burst out of, areolas visible, but nipples mercifully covered.

Those nipples being concealed was the only thing that kept Ian in a job, and the school from being closed down on the spot.

'Mr Whiiiii-iiite', Jizzelle called.

'Jizzelle,' Ian said, heart in his mouth at the foxy teen nympho strumpet's salutation. He cursed the fact that while her name was so pornified, it was actually her actual real name, Jizzelle every bit as posh as she was trashy.

'I've sent you the video we took in class,' Jizzelle said, making goo-goo eyes at him, 'did you get it? I love your lessons soooooooo much...'

Ian had received it, and had studied it carefully. He had had to admire the way that Jizzelle managed to keep her eyes open even as rope after rope of hot spunk belted into them. He'd skullfucked her after his sixty-seven spurt spunk cannonade of semen, and ended up hammering the back of her head against his desk.

'Very useful teaching aid,' Ian spluttered, saying literally anything as they went past Jizzelle, 'can't stop, I'm with the school inspector.'

Ian whisked Ginni further down the hall, glancing over his shoulder to see Jizzelle hold her hand up to her mouth and stick her tongue in her cheek as he went.