School for Scandal Redux Pt. 09

Ian once came away from closing the door on a scene of total carnal debauch with Ginni totally -- to his certain knowledge -- unscathed. And that had been quite the break time in the staffroom. He was weirdly, perversely proud of the fact that the manic calculations he had been quickly processing in his hopelessly depraved and sex-addled brain had allowed him to fuck Laura, CC, Mrs Grayson, Candy and Summer in all three of their holes within fifteen minutes, and treat all five of them to a cum shower that they wouldn't forget in a hurry.

He hadn't done that since... well, since yesterday, come to think about it.

But having Ginni in tow added a frisson to it all.

He shook his head abruptly to dispel the overconfidence that was seeping into him. This was still a pressure situation! Ginni -- God love her -- seemed to lack rudimentary powers of observation, or, to be fair, the simple ability to see what was right in front of her eyes, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

There were five cum-splattered, underdressed porno whores in the room that he had just left, he had explained the stripper pole in the middle of the staffroom as a vestigial fireman's pole, and he was wearing a pair of nylon shorts that were so small they had necessitated that he attempted to loop his lanky penis over his hip and around his waist. But he was still going. The subterfuge was still alive. Or it would be, until the moment that his behemoth dick woke up again. Which was probably imminent.

He shot Ginni a look but once again could see nothing but a sort of impassive docility behind the glasses.

'Well, that's nearly the morning session finished,' Ian ventured, still giving Ginni a sidelong glance, 'just one more lesson, then we're on lunch.'

'And it's dance?' Ginni asked.

Ian set his teeth. 'It's dance.'

Short of being sent to Sex Education (the school literally had a Sex Education class, but Ian had never had cause to teach it), Dance was the worst possible place to have to take Ginni. That was where all the 'acrobatic' stuff took place. It was now clear to Ian that his female colleagues were taking delight in sabotaging his efforts to keep the truth of the school from the Inspectoress, even though it was a horrendous risk to their own job, and all because they thought it was funny.

He would have to have a good deep chat with Gina Taylor. One to one. Good and deep.

If he got through this ok.

'I danced a little in my youth,' Ginni ventured, demurely giving Ian his very own sidelong glance for the first time.

Ian was a little startled at Ginni's admission. He could almost see a tinge of red in her cheeks, and could barely believe that she was blushing at the breach of protocol.

'Aren't you still... young?' Ian blurted. He couldn't think of a better way to put it. The Inspectoress didn't look a day over twenty-five. 'You don't look a day over twenty-five.'

'Thank you Mr White,' Ginni said. 'Indeed, I've not been in this game very long.'

'Didn't you ever think of taking it further?'

'I'm afraid there were impediments, Mr White,' Ginni said, glancing down at the monster jugs that jutted out of her tweed jacket, 'two large impediments.'

Jesus Christ, Ian thought, she's actually talking about her massive tits. The school Inspectoress is directly referencing the absolutely enormous pair of knockers that are protruding out of her chest, the same tit torpedoes that I have been doing everything within my power to avoid referencing or looking at.

He decided to dodge the issue. Apart from anything else, it would be suicide to pop a boner now.

'It was a similar story with my cricket career,' he said finally.

'Oh!' Ginni stopped in the corridor, 'because of your-'

Ginni looked pointedly down. Nothing there but bare legs, ridiculously undersized shorts, my stupid penis trussed around my waist and the enormous manilla batch file I've been holding there all morning, Ian thought.

'Yes, because of my knee.' Ian said.

'Your poor knee.'

Ginni shook her head sympathetically as they continued down the corridor until they arrived at the dance studio. Ian's colleague was already standing outside the door.

Fuck it, Ian thought. I'm just going to go for it.

'Ginni, I would like you to meet one of the Dance teachers. This is Anally Fuckswell.'

Even the imperturbable Ginni took a double take at that one.

Ian's lovely colleague extended her hand to Ginni.

'I'm sorry, it's a pronunciation problem,' she explained, 'Ian tries but he doesn't have the accent. Lovely to meet you Ginni. Actually I have German heritage so the first part of my surname is pronounced Fuchs, and the second half I am almost ashamed to say, but my mother's maiden name was Wellcome. I decided to have it shortened so as not to be advertising myself as an obscene publication. So in fact, my second name is double-barrelled and ended up Fuchs-Well. I am happy that the students aren't able to take liberties with the second half of my surname, now it is completely divested of innuendo.'

'Very wise,' Ian said helpfully, 'because for the students, the word "come" might be a little...' he trailed off.

'Fuchs-Well,' Ginni confirmed, shaking the hand proffered to her, 'and your first name?'

'Anna-Lee,' said Anna-Lee Fuchs-Well, smiling broadly.

'Isn't it funny that both of you have names which can be interpreted in uncharitable names by filthy minded and depraved people?' Ian suddenly said.

There was a deep, morbid silence.

'What do you mean by that, Mr White?' Ginni said cooly.

'Well...' Ian said, immediately embarrassed, and then harrumphed, while Anna-Lee enjoyed his discomfort, 'it's just... you know... Edgerton... Longpipe... Ginni "Edgerton-Longpipe?"'

For the first time, Ginni looked slightly put out. She pushed her glasses up her nose.

'I don't see anything amusing in my surname. In fact I can't even fathom how it might be interpreted in a sexual way.'

'No,' Anna-Lee clarified, 'I'm scratching my head and I can't think of any innuendo in Ginni's surname either.'

Anna-Lee pushed open the door to the dance studio, and, behind Ginni's back, made the most obscene wanking-jerkoff-fist-to-lips-tongue-prodding-into-cheek blowjob face to Ian that he had ever seen.

Ian felt his cock stir as he looked at Miss Fuchs-Well, and his shoulders slumped as his will to remain chaste throughout the course of the lesson deteriorated as he basked in the gorgeous blonde's pornified charms. What a magnificent slut she was. Ginni hadn't batted an eyelid at the dance teacher's appearance, which was becoming par for the course, but Ian's monster dick bucked up appreciatively at Anna-Lee's obscene get-up.

The blonde, twenty-three-year-old looked like she was just about to strut into a porn shoot as a slutty aerobics porn chickadee rather than a dance teacher.

Ian was stupefied by the blonde whore's appearance. She was in a black shiny dance leotard with a mere sliver of material slung tight over her pussy, the slick, pink lips of her vagina peeking out from either side. The thin line of material passed upwards over her groin and ripped, sculptured, six-pack abs, sleek muscles in a chiselled rows with lines of striation, until it swept outwards to encompass her absolutely hulking, projecting, spheroid flesh boulders that burst out of her chest, the shiny material making the honking tit torpedoes look like cannonballs as they bulged in perfect globes. Twin piercings could be seen from under the material on each of her nipples, with a tattoo of a winged, flaming, sword-pierced heart on between her luscious upper cleavage. Anna-Lee was in hot pink legwarmers and perched on incredibly high black shiny stripper sandals with platform soles.

Ian felt his dick more than twitch, the monstrous snake stirring, and the gargantuan fuck organ slipped out from where it had been lodged behind his ass. The material in the tiny nylon shorts shifted a little.

Miss Fuchs-Well let the door close momentarily after Ginni had passed through it, and held her tattooed hand against it, as if to push it open, Ginni's shape recognisable behind the frosted glass.

'Ian, I really hope you have the chance to fuck my ass this lesson. You know I have the prettiest asshole.'

There was a further slight rustling in the shorts, and then the movement of something dropping. Something big. They both looked down.

Ian's gargantuan, thick, vein-roped fuck log had escaped its confines, twisted in its inadequate confinement, and slipped through the left side of the leg of his shorts. It was flaccid, but lethally, hugely, monstrously long, and it lolled out of his shorts and dangled between his legs pendulously.

'Monster fucking cock,' Miss Fucks-Well said. 'Fucking huge monster cock.'

Ian looked down at his massive appendage freely swaying between his legs. The tip of the ginormous, throbbing log adjacent to his calves. Another foot of so and it would have been dragging on the floor.

'Anna-Lee, this really isn't the time,' Ian protested. Ginni was right behind the door!

'You should have thought about that before you got that huge, delicious slab of fuckmeat out in public, Mr White,' Anna-Lee said seductively. She looked down at it, then up at Ian, eyes theatrically wide, then down at Ian's dick again. 'It's massive...' she breathed.

Ian looked down helplessly as his enormous, fleshy fuck log started to flood with blood, twisting his hands in agony, unable to prevent the vast, tubular fuck-python swelling as it became monstrously engorged. Fuck! As he and Miss Fuchs-Well looked, Anna-Lee open mouthed, it became absolutely rock hard and fully erect in less than three seconds, the massive clublike tube elevating and attaining rigidity like a balloon was being blown up.

THHHWAKKKSPLLATTTTTTTTT!!!!!

The monster schlong attained full rigidity and pivoted up until its scything through the air was stopped dead when the huge blunt tip smacked hard into Miss Fuchs-Well's PVC clad pussy.

'Fucking hell.' Ian mumbled.

Anna-Lee shot Ian a 'you've done it now' sort of look.

'Mr White,' said Anna-Lee in wide-eyed mock-innocence, 'Why on earth would you slap my pussy with this massive fucking cock while the School Inspector is on the other side of the door?'

Though gritted teeth, as the massive-titted bombshell ground her cunt around the tip of his dick, swirling her hips slowly in a seductive, exaggerated motion, Ian managed to say something that given other circumstances he would never believe having come from his own mouth:

'Miss Fucks-well, if you do anything to make this compromising position more compromising than it already it, you and me are going to fall out.'

Anna-Lee grinned spectacularly, winked at Ian, and stepped backwards to allow his monstrous torpedo fuckpole-already primed to burst, to pop up and out of the slick juncture of her perfect thigh-gap. Ian's fucktube wobbled in the air as it sprung upwards, and Miss Fuchs-Well extended a hand, clasped it just below the rounded brim of the smooth, purple, angry-looking tip, and gave it, for about five seconds, the sexiest, sloppiest, slurpiest kiss ever. Then she released it.

'Just stay close behind me,' she said. 'I've got this.'

Anna-Lee pushed open the door and Ian pressed in close behind her as they proceeded through, Ian shunting his colossal, this phallus into the stacked hardbodied dance teacher's beautifully round and projecting butt cheeks. It nestled there, the first foot of it hot-dogged by Miss Fuchs-Well's glorious, smooth, tight, fleshy, taut and springy projecting bubble ass, the rest of it resting in the shallow groove of muscles up the small of the Dance teacher's back, the monster head between her shoulder blades. Anna-Lee fluffed her hair and her blonde tresses mostly covered it up.

'Now Mr White, how can you possibly explain this?' Ginni said the moment they got through the door. Ian blinked while he wondered what the hell she was going on about, peering over Anna-Lee's shoulder, the two of them uncomfortably close.

'Not sure that I follow you, Ginni,' Ian said, nonplussed, but as cooly and evenly as he could considering that his more than a foot and a half of raging fuck flesh was in the open in the room, just one incredibly sexy and pornified horned-up balloon-titted dance teacher between it and the Inspector.

'Well,' Ginni said, turning a waving her arm demonstrably, 'look at this! I don't think you expect me to believe that these too are fireman's poles?'

Ian got the point. The ceiling lights of the dance studio were off and instead the studio lights, rigged from the ceiling, were set up, with Fresnel lights cast onto a stage which gave the room rather a cabaret feel. And on the stage, as ever, were three stripper poles in front of floor-to-ceiling full-length mirrors.

'Those...' Ian mumbled, 'those are...'

'Those are stripper poles,' Anna-Lee finished decisively.

'Stripper poles?' Ginni said.

'Indeed they are,' Anna-Lee said, 'here, let me show you Ginni.'

Anna-Lee extended her arm and indicated that Ginni should proceed over to the stage. As soon as her head had turned, Ian bolted for cover. He went to the only place available. Opposite the stage was a large black cube-like table, almost like a desk, behind which was a chair. Ian shot over to it, launched himself into the chair, and scooted it up as far as possible underneath the table. Momentarily, he breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he stayed behind the desk, he was safe. His monster dick was completely erect and free, bursting out of his laughably inadequate shorts, but for the moment, he had sufficient cover.

'You see, Ginni,' Anna-Lee said, 'pole-fitness, as I'm sure you know, has become incredibly popular at the moment. It's really having its day. And it's not only empowering, but it's wonderful for co-ordination, stability, and core strength.'

So saying, Anna-Lee grabbed the middle pole one hand as high as she could, one hand as low as she could, twisted, pivoted, and swirled her way all around it, upside down. Then she clasped her legs around it and snaked her way up higher, until she dropped her head, and, upside-down, addressed Ginni.

'See? Pole fitness.'

If he hadn't been so under the gun with appalling anxiety, Ian would have been quite charmed by the way that Ginni clapped her hands together appreciatively at Anna's display.

Miss Fuchs-Well dismounted elegantly, heels clacking on the stage.

'Hence the attire,' she said, gargantuan, round tits wobbling.

Ian was pleased. Finally a colleague that wasn't taking delight in hanging him out to dry. In his mind, he put her in his list of people deserving a treat. Deep chat for Gina, deep gratitude for Anna-Lee.

'Now,' Anna-Lee continued, coming off the stage and indicating Ginni should follow her to where Ian was, 'you're very lucky, as today is not so much a lesson. It's more of a rehearsal.'

'Rehearsal for what?' Ginni asked.

Ian was apprehensive, 'yes Miss Fuckswell. A rehearsal for what?'

Anna-Lee's eyes sparkled dramatically at Ian's question, 'why Mr White! You know better than anyone else what this is a rehearsal for! Don't say you've forgotten already? The school's Pole Dance Competition final! You must remember -- you agreed to judge it? That's why I'm so pleased you were able to drop in on this lesson. You're seated exactly where you will be on Thursday evening!'

Oh good, Ian thought.

Anna-Lee produced a chair and put it next to Ian's desk and invited Ginni to sit down.

'So all you have to do,' the pornified fuckdoll blonde vixen said smilingly, 'is just enjoy the show! And there's one final thing we need!'

Anna-Lee got close to Ian and started to rummage around theatrically under the desk. For a horrible moment, Ian wondered whether the stacked fuck doll was about to grab his penis and hoist it into the light treacherously. But instead, she was after something else.

'This!' Miss Fuchs-Well said triumphantly.

To Ian's disbelief, the dance teacher hefted up the same actual-size Mr-White-Special latex dildo that had been embarrassingly deployed in the earlier lesson. Ian cursed. There were a lot of these eighteen and a half inch arm-thick pussy pleasers flying around the school. He glanced at Ginni and saw the lenses of her glasses magnify the alarm in her eyes.

'Miss Fuchs-Well!' Ginni said, 'explain yourself!'