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School for Scandal: Inspection Next Episode
🕑 Added 2024-08-29 07:35:44 +0000 UTCHeyyyyyyy studs and slutssss...
Ok, here we are with the final submission of the month.
I have added 3k to the 'School Inspection' thread, first started on chyoa and written in collab with the great allyd.
I'm certain you all know where to find the preceding parts so I won't bother with a link.
I really like writing this one and it flows very well. It's sort of based on a Superintendent Chalmers/Principal Skinner vibe with a bit of Faulty Towers mixed in... and a lot of fucking nympho whores.
Quite a lot of what I really enjoy is all the stuff around the periphery of the sex, and in this one I'm pushing it as far as I can. I make no apologies for that, I think it's fun as hell.
As ever, you will get 3 new submissions and more AI treats next month.
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There was an incredibly long silence. For a second Ian lost track of time. His mind wandered impossibly off, speculating in a freewheeling associative style about all the things that lay ahead of the Inspectoress for the rest of the day. Insane but horribly plausible scenarios multiplied in his head. Anything could happen. Every single room was host to some depraved kinky spectacle, all the time. The whole school was an omnipresent miasma of debauch and perversion. Every classroom, every lesson, every single interaction featured teenage whores with massive porno tits and round bubblebutts asses getting railed like seasoned, can’t-ever-get-enough nympho pornstar vixens, assfucked, facefucked, gangfucked, debased, splayed, perforated, penetrated, and plastered. And it never ended. There was no room he could take his timid charge to where that wouldn’t be going on. No door he couldn’t open where Sanddy Sexxxton wasn’t being spit roasted, no room where Diamond Gazongas hadn’t coaxed a whole cohort of the boys into an impromptu bukkake session, no lesson where Robert Cummings wouldn’t be laying pipe on any number of teen fuckdolls, where Adoria D’Annale wasn’t taking it up the butt by three mutantly oversized horsecocks at the same time, where Titania Titts wasn’t seeing how many blasts of spunk it would take to cover her mammoth melons in gleaming seed.
And it wasn’t just the classrooms. Jesus christ on bike, the corridors themselves were ornamented with gold-plated dildos given away in award ceremonies and placed in glass cabinets, prize giving picture ceremonies looked like cum-splattered xxx orgies, all the headshot pictures of the female members of staff were sporting sticky facials (it wasn’t that helpful actually, as generally, when Ian had dispensed them, their features were so obliterated it was difficult to tell them apart), while the male members were pictures of just that… male members. The cleaning staff looked like incredibly expensive streetwalkers, the nurse was… well, better leave that one alone for the moment. There was pornography festooned absolutely everywhere. And with the students dolled up like walking wet-dreams, things could come unstuck any second.
‘The grounds…’ Ian groped into the recesses of his mind to think what might be going on out there. Out of everywhere, he calculated it was the least likely to be contaminated. ‘An excellent idea. Let’s get out into the grounds.’
Yes. Good. Get Ginni outside. Get her outside.
His phone pinged.
‘Excuse me.’
Grabbing it and holding it at an angle that would prevent Ginna from seeing his lock screen (Laura Hart taking a spectacular facial from his massive horse cock in high-definition, thousands of splatters of gleaming syrupy cum rebounding from the impact of a fat load directly between her eyes), his wallpaper (Diamond Gazongas taking a spectacular facial from his massive horse cock in high-definition, thousands of splatters of gleaming syrupy cum rebounding from the impact of a fat load directly between her eyes), or indeed any of the profile pictures of his whatsapp addressees (identical picture portraits), Ian glanced at his messages.
It was from Gina. Thank god someone around here was on the case.
Ian scrolled past the slew of indecent images Gina had sent him literally in the interim between depositing Ginna in his office literally ten minutes ago, which involved her performing an exciting double blowjob with two unidentified, huge-schlonged males, taking both massive meaty fuck spears into her mouth at the same time from opposite sides so that bothher cheeks were obscenely bloated at the cocktips prodded out, and got to the words. It read:
‘Stud. We got you on this. Take the slut out into the grounds for a walk. We are clearing a path for you. We’re removing everything from the corridors and putting sheets down so it looks like we’re redecorating, then we’re going to clear as many classrooms as we can. I will give you a list as we go. Take her on the tour in the order I tell you. If you stick to the path, we’ll get through this. Details to follow. DO NOT FUCK HER.’
There was a picture after this which featured Gina taking an incredibly messy double facial splattering and hefting her monstrous, tanned, spheroid boobs up, with Gina blowing a huge spunk bubble as a lace of syrupy genetic joy juice dripped from her chin. Both of the dicks were resting on her head.
‘Ah good,’ Ian said, ‘everything’s coming up roses.’
He looked at Ginni.
‘Are you a fan of roses?’
Ginna looked nonplussed.
Ian put his phone in his pocket, managing to find just enough space to cram it in next to the enormous hog that was barely restrained by his trousers and bulging out monstrously. He kept the manilla batch file envelope in place. He knew he looked weird, but it would have to do. The only alternative was far weirder.
‘The grounds. We have some excellent rosebushes. Excellent place to start. You may as well have the full tour, since you’re here.’
Ginni smiled, ‘that sounds delightful.’
Ian threw his hand to the door and gestured. Ginni turned and went ahead of him. Her ass was a pure peach. He shook his head. He would have to stop thinking like that. He clenched his teeth anxiously as she opened the door, but the corridor was mercifully clear.
Ian followed Ginni down the corridor and steered her left, through reception (the redoubtable Miss Benton, in a satin blouse, gave a nod to Ginni, and when she had walked past, a filthy hand-to-the-side-of-the-mouth-and-tongue-in-her-cheek blowjob sign to Ian), and out of the front doors to the school, out onto the colonnade, and down the steps. Veering left here, they walked on the gravel path along the front of the building.
Once he had Ginni outside, Ian was that little more relaxed.
‘It’s beautiful here,’ Ginni said, looking around at all the square lawns, gravel paths and neatly tended rows of vegetables, herbs and flowers, fortunately unaware of the three male students stroking their massive, meaty, vascular cocks in the window about ten feet from the back of her head, shooting pumps of precum all over the windowpane. Ian saw the blonde fuckdoll Miss Campbell emerge, from behind the students, clip their ears, yank them away by their cocks and shoot an apologetic, if somewhat frazzled smile. Ian puffed his cheeks and let it out slowly. If Ginni was going to meet Miss Campbell later, she was going to have to change out of the black PVC bra, that was for sure.
‘Well, it can be a little quiet around here,’ Ian said, the window vacated of obscenity by the time Ginni turned to face him, ‘but to be honest, that’s how we like it.’
‘Don’t students require more… stimulation?’ Ginni asked.
Ian reflected on this.
‘We’re all about the life of the mind,’ he said finally, ‘that’s our ethos. Now. Here is the rose garden.’
Two minutes of looking at roses followed. It was agony. Two minutes down, thought Ian. He couldn’t knock it. Hundreds more like it and he’d be home free.
‘Let’s take a look round the back,’ Ian suggested.
Ian took Ginni the long way round, through as much dense foliage as was humanly possible, until the path converged with the tennis courts and sport fields. There was no-one here. It was still early in the school day, so the likelihood was that the students were in the changing rooms getting ready for the first lesson. They were unisex. Sometimes the students never made it onto the courts for the lesson, the physical activity all being performed in the changing rooms.
‘Nice facilities,’ Ginni said. Everything is so beautifully kept, and state of the art.’
Suddenly, the door to the changing rooms opened, about fifty yards away.
The unmistakeable shape of his girlfriend, Laura Hart, filled the doorway.
Ian gulped. He had been doing so well up until now.
Laura approached. Ian squinted. Ginni turned too.
Laura was, unusually for her, fully clothed. In a sense. There was no disguising her physique, so she hadn’t bothered. The blonde PE teacher sashayed towards them in her usual whoreish, stripper gait, rolling her hips from side to side as she did so. She was in sports gear. Incredibly, preposterously, ridiculously tight, figure-hugging sports gear. Hot pink leggings hid nothing of her supple, taut, sleek, muscular legs, slashes in the side of them revealing gleaming, honeyed flesh, high-waisted enough to show off the lower, sculptured shapes of her ripped 8-pack abs, with the black tattoos emblazoned on it. There was her thigh gap and even the outline of her cunt lips could easily be seen – but crucially, her delicious, moist pussy wasn’t out. The long-sleeved, form-fitting sports top was zipped up fully to her neck. Massive, bigger-than basketball-sized tits burst out of her chest, projecting a foot and a half in front of her.
It was the most modest outfit Ian had ever seen her in. He forgave her the stack-heeled pink sneakers.
Laura refrained from her usual tit-flexing greeting to Ian where she ‘waved’ hello to him. For this he was thankful, but the close she got, the more Ian realised he was going to struggle to explain the mere existence of Laura to Ginni. In a world of pumped up stacked bimbo fuckdoll whores, Laura was a prime pumped up stacked bimbo fuckdoll whore. Someone that looked like her shouldn’t be teaching PE in a anonymous private school. They should be literally the top earning member of onlyfans, putting every other would-be premium nympho bimbo to shame. Laura literally couldn’t walk down the street in the town any more because there were too many heart attacks and seizures distributed in her wake. Every other top bimbo would just have to eat their heart out. There was top shelf, there was top tier top shelf, and then, somewhere high in the stratosphere, there was Laura.
Laura stopped in front of them, massive tits ballooning out of her chest. Ian clutched the batch file protectively to his crotch in case Laura did something stupid like take his dick out and shake it as a greeting, or, god forbid, get it out right there and fellate him on the tennis court, as per usual.
‘Ah you two have the right idea,’ Laura said.
‘What’s that, Laura?’ Ian said, ‘Laura, Ginni, Ginni, Laura.’
‘It’s too hot a day for us all to be inside…’ Laura said, she looked suggestively at Ian, them her eyes went down to the batch file. Ian could feel superman style x-ray vision penetrating his clothes. His dick twitched savagely, wagging the fabric of his trouser leg obviously.
‘Ginni’s here to inspect the school, Laura,’ Ian said, ‘she’s giving us the once over.’
Laura smiled at Ginni, expressionless eyes. ‘Is that so? Well, it’s nice to get the once over once in a while.’
‘And what do you teach, Laura?’ Ginni asked.
Laura curled her arms upwards and for a second Ian thought she was going to perform a twirl, ‘isn’t it obvious? PE.’
Ian was having trouble reading Ginni. The glasses were something of an impediment. Normal women tended to have a more visceral reaction to Laura. Men on the other hand either started jerking off instantly, died, or turned into werewolves.
‘Of course.’ Ginni said.
‘Ian, I’m glad I’ve caught you. We were wondering what you had done with your bat.’
‘My bat?’
‘Your big bat. Your baseball bat. The big one you use. You know? It’s baseball today. We’re all looking around everywhere for your baseball bat. You know the one that’s above regulation size? Normally it’s just… out. You know? But it seems that someone has hidden it away…’
Ian grinned, or his teeth did, his eyes not following the script.
‘What me and the girls wouldn’t give for that bat, right here, right now…’
Ian’s massive, inflated prong ballooned again and tugged hard at his trousers. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard a tell-tale tearing of fabric.
He decided Laura wasn’t helping.
‘If it turns up, I’ll make sure to see that you get it,’ he said finally.
‘Thank you,’ Laura said, then turning to Ginni, ‘lovely to meet you Ginni, maybe we can catch up at break. I’d clear the area though, in two minutes the students will be all changed into their kits and they’ll be… out here… In fact I’ll call them now.’
Laura emphasised the words ‘out here’ quite emphatically and widened her eyes as she said it, before performatively pulling a whistle that hung around her neck. She pursed her lips.
‘Let me just give this a good long blow,’ Laura said.
Ian realised this was his cue to avert the first potential catastrophe, sensing correctly that Laura would, without question, allow the outdoors area to be instantly flooded with naked monstercocked male students and scantily-clad fitness-fucktoy teen bimbo girls in revealing sports attire.
‘Let’s get moving, Ginni,’ he said, and briskly escorted the Inspectoress out of the area and back along the path, scooting her as quickly as he could around the back of the building to B block. As he got her there, his phone gave him another message. He checked it.
It was Gina.
Alarmingly, she had found the time to perform and document a triple-anal rectum stuffing hogfest in the period that had elapsed before she had send the last message. Ian goggled as he saw three pink, veiny, brawny staffs of meaty flesh radically distend her asshole, with her gorgeous face turned in a wolfish smile towards the camera. One of them, the biggest, was identifiably Mr Reamer’s which was lodged in the centre of the pack of bristling bull dongs.
‘Stud. First room cleared. Get her to B12. You should be safe on the way. DO NOT FUCK HER.’
Not for the first time, Ian breathed out hard. He must have sounded as if he was deflating this morning. But his luck was in. They were just entering B block.
Unwisely, he let Ginni through the main door, whereupon, the unmistakably loud and obviously-turned on voice of none other than Sanddy Sexxxton was reciting an all-too-familiar monologue. It was emanating from B10.
Issuing into the corridor, Sanddy’s horny voice, with incredibly lewd intonation, was declaring:
‘Oh. My. GAAAAWWWWWDDD!!!! IT’S SOOOOO BIG!!!! I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE AS BIG AS THAT! IT’S HUUUUUUGEEEEE!!!! SOOOOOOOOO MASSSIVE!! OOOOOOOooooooOOOOOO ROBERT, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MAKE IT SO BIG? I LOOOOOVEEE IT!!!!’
Ginni turned to Ian.
Ian realised his mouth was open, and shut it.
‘I was actually thinking we should be going to B12,’ he said.
Ginni seemed unsure. ‘Don’t you think we should look at B10?’ she said.
‘Uh, well…’ Ian said, trying desperately to think of something. He opened his manilla file as if there were timetable documents in it. Bringing it away from his crotch added an unwelcome element of danger, but it was all he could think of right now. He scrutinised the file performatively. ‘No, there’s no lesson in there at the moment.’
‘Well that’s mysterious,’ Ginni said, ‘sounds like there are students in there.’
‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMYGAAAWWDDDDSOOOOBIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGG!!!’
‘yes, that,’ Ian conceded, ‘or – the wind.’
‘The wind.’ Ginni said.
‘It could just be the wind. It whistles through here sometimes. Maybe we could get some funding to patch the holes? We could go and have a coffee now and you could tell me what bodies to apply to.’
‘We perhaps we should investigate whether it is in fact the wind, first,’ Ginni said firmly, grasping the handle and opening the door.
Ian shut his eyes.
When he opened them, he was shocked by the innocence of the sight inside the room.
Sanddy Sexxxton – thankfully, clad as in her cameo before – was bending over a desk in a science lab, and, for once, not being penetrated as she did so, but had her eyeball glued to microscope and was peering at a slide. Robert Cummings was next to her, looking unusually studious.
Sanddy looked up, and stuck her tongue in her cheek.
‘Mr White! Hi!’
‘Hello Sanddy,’ Ian said, ‘everything ok in here?’
‘Oh yeah! Well I came to put the guinea pig back – there he is in his cage over there – and Robert was here, and he asked if I wanted to see his crystals.’
‘Crystals.’ Ian said.
‘Yes sir,’ Robert confirmed. ‘So I put a solution in yesterday, and not only are crystals already forming, according to Sanddy, they’re absolutely massive already!’
‘-Absolutely huge –‘ Sanddy agreed.
Ginni looked at Robert and Sanddy, at the microscope, at the guinea pig, and then at Ian.
‘Can’t stop them learning,’ Ian confessed, ‘there’s not even a lesson and yet here they are.’
Ginni seemed satisfied, ‘nice to meet you again Sanddy. And you, Robert.’
‘You too.’
Ginni withdrew and Ian grasped the door handle in her wake. Before he could pull the door firmly shut, Sanddy pulled the most performatively slutty and whoreish airhead bimbo expression possible, opening her mouth and extending her tongue as far as it would go while letting her eyes glaze stupidly, and Robert briskly leapt up on the desk in front of her, no trousers on at all, enormous, fully hard, clublike, massive monster cock bouncing in the air in front of him. He laid in on the teen sexpot’s face as Ian closed the door on them.
‘OH MY GOD THAT’S HUGE.’ Came through the door.
Ian proferred Ginni forwards.
‘B12, please,’ he said.
