School for Scandal: Inspection 05

nb: written in collaboration with allyd.

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At that moment, he thought it was actually going to work. Ginni seemed somewhat mollified by the "female empowerment" line and he could see the reasoning working in her head. And after all, they were, techincally, a finishing school. All of the students were over 18 and could could drink, smoke and vote at their leisure. Yes the school did have a nominal dress code, but with the exorbitant fees that the faculty charged the well-off progenitors of their charges, a little leeway with something as arbitratry as a dress code could be forgiven.

The moment passed quickly as soon as Ian saw what was on Charles' desk, and he knew he was right back in the shit.

"Now, class. Who can give me a reason why these two specimens are impractical?" the senior professor asked the class, gesturing to the items on the polished wooden surface.

Ian recognised them right away, of course. One was a lifesize model of Charles' cock and the other was a just as intricately detailed model of his own oversized dong, both suckered to the desk. One day he was going to learn where these things kept appearing from, because with all the time spent ploughing various holes, he never actually recalled ever having a mold taken of his cock...

There was an audible wobble of tits as student's hands shot up in the air to answer the question, and one bimboesque voice piped up "Sir! Because they're not bi-"

"Ah, Charles!" Ian said loudly and cut off the sentence, making the professor turn his attention from the class to their arrival. "I'd like you to meet our inspector!"

"Ian! Lovely to see you my boy!" Charles said as he turned away from the class for a moment and moved over to them behind his desk, a huge and somewhat fatherly smile on his face. "Come in, come in to the class!"

"Charles, this is Ginni errr..." Ian paused, as he turned to introduce the inspector, realising for the first time that he had never caught Ginni's surname

"Ginni Egerton-Longpipe" the inspector said innocently, flashing Charles a warm and innocent smile as she offered him her hand "My friends call me Ginni Edging"

'Of course they do' Ian though to himself, feeling the vein in his temple begin to throb as hard as his cock.

"Ah, Miss Edging! What an absolute pleasure!" Charles said. "With a name like that, you could certainly fit in-"

"Charles is one of our most seasoned educators here at the school!" Ian said quickly, recovering and slicing his hand over his neck in a "shut up" motion to Charles from behind Ginni "He quite literally wrote a couple of the books we use on biology and physics"

"Now now Ian! No need to pump up my ego!" Charles chuckled, "I do what I can as an educator." Ian turned his head as he heard one of the bimbos on the first row mutter "I'd rather pump his cock" to her friend and gave the slutty redhead a sharp "shut up" stare, getting the usual pouting and lascivious lip-lick in return.

"Oh my! These are so bea-" Ginni's adoring voice caught Ian's attention again and his head whipped back to her so fast he nearly got whiplash. The inspector was looking at the toys with a momentary look of fascination on her face, her hand reaching out toward them. "They're... so.... so ridiculous!" She continued, the moment suddenly gone as she looked back at Ian "Talk about gigantic! Did one of the boys make a comically oversized model from the biology lab?"

Ian's jaw dropped a little as his brain frantically tried to keep up, a little stunned at what his distracted and blood-deficient ears thought they heard. "Yes!" he recovered quickly, mouth going on autopilot "We let some of the boys loose on the new 3D printer and naturally this was the first thing they did!"

"But I thought Charles was using them as part of the less-?" Ginni asked, her brow furrowing cutely as she looked confused.

The effect was to make her look even prettier, and for a moment Ian's thoughts migrated to absolutely plastering those stunning features point-blank in a thick load of ballsauce, watching it pour down onto those undeniably massive tits and....

"Well... we.... Charles?" Ian stumbled, as he snapped back from his thoughts, the vision still lingering in his mind as his cock ejected another huge stream of precum into his trousers. "What are you using them.... for...."

Ian's eye was suddenly caught by a blonde head slowly emerging into view through one of the windows behind Ginny. His already cold blood started to freeze as Laura's face appeared, grinning maniacally as she raised up like Mr Punch. Her hands gripped her top and heaved it upward, exposing her giant tits and shaking them back and forth teasingly.

"Hngh!" Ian grunted as he watched the spectacle with a throbbing trouser leg, causing Charles and Ginni to turn to him.

"Exactly!" Charles said, taking Ian's input as an agreement "I said, why shouldn't girls have an interest in the sciences? They always seem so ke...."

Ian's attention was ripped back to the glass when Candi's grinning head emerged next to her elder sister. She was just as topless and took a moment to shimmy her own tits with her hands behind her back, before flourishing yet another dildo-model of his cock and beginning to kiss it teasingly.

"Wnngh!" Ian cough-wheezed as he watched Laura and Candi start to kiss and lick the dong from both sides, watching him from the corners of their eyes.

"Exactly!" Ginni nodded "In all the schools I've examined, girls have outpaced boys in biology and chemistry by a significant margi..."

The show in the window had descended as quickly as could be expected, and the two stacked blondes were lewdly dual-titfucking the huge prong while silently showing every sign of enjoyment.

"Of course! I mean... that's as it should be... jesus" Ian gasped as he looked back from the window to Ginni, sweating a little as outside the younger Hart was starting to hammer the oversized toy into the elder Hart's throat.

"Ian my boy, are you alright?" Charles asked in a concerned tone as he walked a little further along the desk, moving past the corner to see them "You look like you've seen..."

"Yes, you look a little... OH MY GOD!" Ginni cried suddenly, her eyes locked downwards. "That's impo..."

Charles had moved out from behind the desk to join them fully, and as was now as usual in his classes, was naked from the waist down. For man of his age he could achieve and maintain a remarkable erection, and now his massive cock had joined the three of them in the conversation.

This was going to take some explaining...

Ian was reeling. He was quite used to seeing Charles's massive, ever-juicy, enormous, thick and hard eighteen inch monster cock waving around, driving into assholes, spearing cunts, pulsing precum and popping horseloads all over the place, but a normal person might find it disturbing, especially if it was just pointing straight at you, in the middle of the day in an educational setting, and you were the school inspectoress.

And there was no way he could explain this away.

It was right there...!

And Ginni had seen it!

And it was so stupid. Of all the places he could have come to as a safe haven, where teaching might have been actually taking place rather than a full on orgy -- since Charles was an actually competent educator who actually delivered content as well as monster dick and voluminous cumshots -- it was here. And Charles was, of course, blundering around with his trousers off, advancing even now upon Ginni, who was speechless, appalled, astonished, mouth agape, eyes on stalks as the MONSTROUS fuck log waved and wagged towards her, ever step that Charles took.

For a second it occurred to Ian not to lie and just to tell Ginni everything and see what happened. But just as quickly he had a horrible premonition of the consequences of not sustaining this ridiculous façade, which involved himself being sacked, forced to enter the horrors of the real job market, cut loose into the real world, police tape with CRIME SCENE DO NOT ENTER across the door of Charles's classroom (which this indubitably was) and the whole school closed, students sent away and premises auctioned off.

But he was going to have to lie.

Charles stopped two feet short of Ginni, which meant that there was a mere six inches of fresh air between the enormous, bulbous, shiny, purple crown of Charle's massive penis where it was pointing out horizontally at Ginni's cunt.

The fucking thing wasn't just out, it was heat seeking and laser targeted.

Ian realised that he didn't just have to find some explanation that Ginni would swallow (unfortunately no pun intended), and prevent Charles from shooting a very hot, thick, hard blast of precum all over Ginni's pussy and stomach, and the latter was presumably imminent.

You could tell the class were aware of this as well, because the whole air was heavy with a pregnant pause that settled over all the students, male and female alike. They were all watching for Ginni to take a dousing, even as they were expecting Ian's patented and normally inevitable trouser malfunction that customarily made his whole appendage split his britches and surge free.

Ian pinched his finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, and thought.

'You see,' he began, feeling for the words, 'you see, Ginni, you see... thanks to the miracle of 3d printing, Professor Woodcock-Splatterwell has been able to take the initiative of providing a classroom demonstration. And what he'd done -- haven't you, Charles -- what he's done is that he's taken one of these mock-up phalluses, and he has... he has placed this object over his own erm... manhood, in order to demonstrate to the class... in order to demonstrate...'

He trailed off.

Ian used her momentary distractedness to firmly gesture to Laura and Candi to indicate, as firmly as possible, that they should duck their heads down. They did.

Ginni finally managed to tear her eyes away from Charles' inhumanly engorged fuck missile and searched Ian's face for some meaning. Something to make sense of this.

'To demonstrate the heartbreak of those unfortunate victims of penile elephantitis. Those rare, sad, unfortunate souls, one in a million, cursed to spend their lives under an awful sentence of sexual isolation, purely because their sexual organs are so oversized no partner can accommodate them.'

Ginna looked from Ian to Charles for acknowledgement of this.

Charles's smile was frozen. He had made a terrible miscalculation. Ginni was a civilian.

Ian prompted him, cocking his finger and pointing it at Charles's huge, fleshy cock.

'That,' Ian said, 'is a prop.'

Charles looked at Ian, then Ginni, then Ian, then Ginni.

Say something, idiot, Ian thought.

'Yes!' Charles finally said. 'It's a prop. Manufactured for its ah -- extreme unreality.'

Ginni squinted.

'It certainly looks very realistic.'

'Well, the technology is advancing all the time, Miss Edging,' Charles said, a pained note in his voice. Ian knew instinctively that Charles was battling to contain a major release of precum. He must have been priming himself the second Ginni walked into the classroom and now he was having a hell of a time holding it in.

'And you can see,' Ian said, throwing an arm wide, encompassing the whole class, in an attempt to draw the attention from Charles' monster schlong, 'look at the faces of the girls in the class. See how they are struck by the realism of the display. Observe how they are stricken by this obscene affliction.'

They all looked at the girls in the class as Ian continued to soliloquise.

Just caught himself in time from referring to them as 'whores.'

'These... girls... none of whom could ever dream of achieving congress with such an absurdly-sized organ, none of whom would have the faintest hope of pleasuring such a thing, more than intimidated, shocked, frightened, appalled at such a thing -- as you were, Ginni -- and each, in the back of their minds, pitying the poor man sporting it.'

Ian, Ginni and Charles looked at the girls in the class. Amongst the faces, each of which was a porno-perfect picture of gorgeous bimbo perfection, and each was slowly nodding along to Ian's speech in sad agreement, crumpling their sweet faces sympathetically, one wiping a tear from her eye. Ian had fucked every single one of them in the ass just yesterday.

They were very good actresses.

'I'm thinking of starting a charity for it,' Kitty La More said mournfully.

This whole place was a charity for monster cocked men, Ian thought. Yesterday he'd jetted so much thick cum on Kitty's face he'd turned her into a monster.

Another student, Kelly Boom, a gigantic titted blonde in a shiny black leotard, the cleavage pulled together with pink satin straps, reached a black-gloved hand over to Charles's desk and lifted up one of the mock-penises that sat on it that had been modelled on Charles's cock.

'I wouldn't have a hope of getting this in my mouth,' Kelly said sadly, inserting the first sized tip in her mouth sideways so that it bulged her cheek.

Ian's trousers dangerously bulged the same way. Kelly hadn't had any problems taking his nineteen- incher to the root yesterday.

Charles's expression was almost becoming pained. Ian knew he was close to bursting.

'Now class,' Charles said, 'the weight of this thing is... quite extraordinary. Let's all turn to page forty in our textbooks and start the exercises while I... go over here.'

Grimacing, Ian watched as Charles walked stiffly, monster dick protruding, over to the window where the Hart sisters had performed their fun little display, opened it as wide as it would go, and, out of sight of Ginni where his body obscured the view, gave the blonde sisters a broadside of impossibly thick, sticky precum that, Ian knew, would have been hosing in a torrent out of his cock all over his own girlfriend.

'UUUUUUURRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!' Charles cried, trying to suppress the sound and failing badly.

'Gosh it must have been heavy,' Ginni said.

'Must be a terrible affliction,' Ian said.

There were ten minutes before the end of the lesson, Ian knew. He had ten minutes to get Ginni out of the relatively quiet corridors before it was break and they filled up with students who would spend the time fucking ungovernably.

'So, I guess that was science, or something,' Ian said. He gestured for Ginni to leave the classroom. 'Shall we?'