This is a reworking of the original School for Scandal story. Much of this has been written in collaboration with the excellent Gunde who receives my gracious thanks for being such a stalwart contributor.
A brief disclaimer: this story caters towards the following kinks: huge cocks, big tits, cock-enhancement, voluminous cumshots, superhuman stamina.
All characters in this story are over 18.
Standing perfectly still in the equally still studio, right in the middle of the abandoned, modestly cum-painted set depicting a doctor's surgery, Ian was transfixed by what was happening between his legs. He would have considered the unlikely turn that his life had taken over the course of the last half-hour, ever since he'd arrived at the school, but his throbbing cock had seized his attention completely. As he stood there, watching his member pulse obscenely, its fat head wavering softly in the air as it seemed to be pushed further away from his body and growing thicker before his very eyes, he realized something. The pounding sensation that he'd begun to experience once he'd swallowed the cupful of pills wasn't coming from his heart, as he'd previously thought. Instead, it originated between his legs, in his cock and in his scrotum, and spread its way up through his stomach all the way to his chest. Releasing a throaty groan, Ian could feel his head starting to spin at the curious spectacle of his balls actually seeming to move inches closer to the floor as his ballsack expanded until it was touching against his thighs.
Then, the clatter of voices brought him back to the present. The class that he was supposed to teach had now joined him in the studio. As he began to turn his head towards them, the sound of their voices died off abruptly and the room was once again filled with a dense silence.
Standing a few feet inside the door to the studio were three scantily clad girls, all of them recognizable to Ian from the poster that the impish Nurse Pennyweather had showed him and all of them sporting stunned expressions which only grew more vivid as Ian acted on reflex by turning towards the newcomers.
Placed between the two other women and about half a foot in front of them was the girl, or drop-dead gorgeous vixen rather, who the poster had announced was playing the role of Bottom. Even with her ass, which had looked so epic in that frustratingly small picture, facing away from him, Bottom was a sight for sore eyes. Blessed with bronzed, unblemished skin that seemed to have a lustre all on its own, Bottom had caramel-coloured hair that fell in wavy tresses down the sides of her head and onto her back, with a few wayward ones hanging in over her high cheekbones, drawing his attention towards her cute nose, baby blue eyes and full, juicy lips.
Dressed in-character, Bottom was only wearing black wet-look leggings and matching black fuck-me heels, so there was nothing in place to obscure the etched musculature of her stomach or the manner in which her huge, perfectly spherical tits stood proud on her chest and were capped by dark, tiny nipples that grew visibly stiffer as she took in the forceful throbbing of Ian's expanding cock with an air of silent reverie about her.
As impressive as Bottom's rack was though, it was dwarfed by the truly gargantuan tits that were sticking out far past her left arm, and which belonged to the blonde bombshell portraying Titania. Ian had always been of the opinion that a set of tits actually could be too big, that once a woman's chest reached a certain proportion it would start to look distended and freakish. But Titania's knockers forced him to re-examine that opinion and quickly toss it aside as a just silly prejudice. While her boobs were truly and unequivocally huge, they were perfectly round in shape, making her appear like any other extremely busty, sexy woman, only more so. As for her outfit, it was identical to the poster, but that hadn't quite been able to do justice to how the cream-coloured corset, shiny white thong and boots and gloves that matched the teeny garment clinging to her crotch went along with her lushly tanned skin and golden-blonde hair, in which a tiara was fitted.
And finally, there was Fuck, wearing an outfit that made her resemble a perverted version of Tinker Bell. She had see-through wings fitted to the back of her dress, which made her look like the fairy from Barrie's classic. There though, the similarities ended, since Tinker Bell's dress wasn't made from a glossy black material and hadn't had its neck- and hemlines cut so as to leave both a pair of massive boobs and a bald, juicing and vividly pink little slit completely exposed. Nor was the bronzed, black-haired babe's outfit complete with the dress. It also consisted of a pair of boots, identical to Titania's save for being glistening black in colour. And finally, though Ian wasn't sure that this was really meant to be part of the costume, a thick rope of what looked like cum was dangling down from Fuck's chin, swaying about softly and almost reaching down to the point where her tits were exploding out over the top of her scandalously skimpy dress. There, a thick web of thin strands of cum had formed inside the cleavage of her bare chest, with the left one of her small, caramel-coloured nipples being adorned with a gob of cum that stuck to it, but not the areola. Finally, a second rope of cum were dangling down from between her swollen pussy lips, swinging between her long, toned legs and almost reaching her knees.
Of the half-dozen young men who were supposed to be part of the play, there was no sign.
Once again acting purely on reflexes, Ian moved both his hands to his cock in a utterly pointless attempt to cover up the most private part of his anatomy. Needless to say, he failed completely at that, but the fact that both his hands were now placed against the underside of his increasingly ginormous fuckpiece did have a few unintended side-effects. Firstly, it increased the force with which Ian's member was pulsing. Secondly, it caused precum to start pouring out of his pisshole onto his cockhead and further onto the trunk of his vein-ridged organ. Thirdly, it got some varying reactions from the sexy trio in front of him. Titania simply stood there, gawping at how absolutely colossal Ian's cock appeared as it dwarfed his hands. Bottom looked ready to swoon, and Fuck let out a slutty giggle that was back up by an equally slutty grin.
'You... you're our new teacher?' Titania asked, hopefully, as she began to saunter closer to Ian.
'Substitute teacher, actually,' Ian replied, and he could have sworn that the sight of Titania's epic whoppers made his cock grow even faster.
'Huge-dicked super-stud, actually,' Fuck joined the conversation with a cheerfully slutty remark as she too began to move closer to Ian.
'I.... I want that monstercock inside me!' Bottom exclaimed with wanton lust as she followed her two friends' example.
'You want it in your ass, don't you...' Titania asked, seemingly completely earnest.
'Uh-huh,' Bottom nodded, before locking eyes with Ian and biting her lip.
'I want to find out just how fucking big that thing is,' Fuck said, and began to look around inside the studio, muttering 'there has to be some measuring tape in here somewhere...' as she went about the task that she'd just set herself with single-minded determination.
'Uh,' Ian began, having plenty of excuses for his current light stammer, 'the rest of your class...'
'The boys are outside,' Titania helpfully explained as she positioned herself by Ian's side, 'being prepped by Nurse P.'
As if on cue, a wet noise could be heard from outside, almost loud enough to make the wall nearest the corridor shake.
'So it's just you and us,' Bottom said as she positioned herself directly in front of the thick, domed crown of Ian's cock. Her new position allowed him to get a getter look at how her leggings looked painted-on, easily revealing the shape of her labia underneath it. That, along with Titania placing a hand on the base of his quaking schlong, made Ian release a guttural groan, along with a hefty discharge of prejizz that shot out of his cock and raced forwards a few inches before colliding with Bottom's midsection to the sound of a wet, booming 'SPLAT!'
'FUCK!' Bottom shrieked, her face twisted into a vividly excited smile as she tried to crane her neck enough to allow her to look past her huge boobs at how her stomach was coated with Ian's precum, a few specks of which had spurted upwards onto the underside of her glorious knockers.
'Found it!' Fuck cried out, and looked up from behind the bed, a measuring tape in her hand and a startled, though increasingly horny, expression on her face as she took in how Bottom's midriff was glistening wet with Ian's clear, sticky prejizz.
'Throw it here!' Bottom said, dropping onto her haunches in front of Ian while he was busy moaning at how Titania had begun to move her hand up and down over the base of his cock while leaning in to let her colossal boobs rub against his side while she kissed his neck.
'Fuck you, Becca, I found it!' Fuck replied, though she was still smiling.
'Girls, girls! There's enough cock for both of you!' Titania said, pumping her wrist in an effort to waggle Ian's fuckpiece at them, but finding it too heavy for her to manhandle with just one hand.
'Isn't... isn't that right, Mr...?' Titania asked Ian.
'Mr. White,' Ian only just managed to reply before Titania drove her head forwards and caught him in a kiss on the lips, soon having her tongue inside his mouth as she kissed him passionately while continuing to caress his throbbing, tumescent fucktool.
