School for Scandal Inspection Dance

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

Anna-Lee gave a sort of aw-shucks simper as she placed the monster dildo between her palms, emphasising its size, 'well Ginni I'm afraid that the actual trophy is still at the engravers. But it's so important that our students are able to visualise the achievement in concrete terms. And I was asking around the school for something approximate, and good-old Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell was able to turn up this! And you know, it is exactly the same dimensions as the trophy that the lucky girl that wins this competition gets to get her hands on at the end of the night!'

Ian emitted a groan as Miss Fuchs-Well licked the suction cup base and planted it directly on the desk in front of him, directly over where his penis was.

'Now if we're all ready, please let's welcome our first act for tonight -- Becca Bootie!!!!'

Both Ian and Ginni gave a polite patter of applause as Becca Bootie took to the stage. Ian groaned again, as the stunning young fuckdoll strutted out.

Ian was well acquainted with Becca, having fucked her ass on his very first day working at the school. In fact, he thought fondly, it was actually the first asshole he'd fucked upon entrance to the school.

Becca was in pornstar attire, with skintight vinyl black shiny stockings and fingerless gloves that covered her whole arms, black shiny stripper shoes with platform soles and eight inch heels and a shiny black pvc slingshot bikini. She was wearing a gold choker that said 'SLUT' which Ian hoped Ginni couldn't read. As unbelievably salacious as Becca's attire was -- and he had his hand in front of his face and was looking through his fingers -- he knew that the gorgeous young slut's main asset was still to be revealed.

Becca reached the front of the stage, stood proudly in a statuesque pose and started to shake her legs.

Ian could see the whore's ass jiggle behind her, even as she faced them front-on.

'Christ,' he mumbled. Becca's massive, tanned, spherical tits were tenting out the pvc slingshot to a ridiculous degree. The straps were almost horizontal out in front of her. He wondered how Ginni was taking it but couldn't cast a look aside so entranced was he by Becca's whoreish confidence.

But he knew what was coming next.

Becca turned and did the world a favour by unleashing and exposing her prize asset. Ian gawped, despite knowing he needed to maintain a disinterested pretence.

Becca's ass was fucking huge. It had absolutely no right being part of her otherwise slim and taut body, and the pair of massive dump-truck mounds jutted out of her rear at perfect right angles as two massively juicy and perfectly spherical globes. They were simply impossibly curvy bubbles of rounded, swollen, tight-skinned, bronze-tanned, gleaming flesh. Even as Ian looked, it was easy to see that Becca had opted to enter the stage with a prop, and he had a feeling he knew what it was.

There was a large bottle inserted between Becca Bootie's buttocks. It was clear, had liquid inside it, and it was utterly encased within her massive ass cheeks, gripped within the glutes, clasped, held tight, within the smooth and protruding expanse of her ballooning ass. Ian groaned.

Becca started to twerk her massive rump, shaking her ass up and down in a hypnotic rhythm of sensuous jiggling. Ian started to detect that it was shaking the contents of the bottle too. After a few vigorous twerks of her luscious ass flesh, without warning, the cap came flying off the bottle out of the stage, and some kind of liquid like pink cola started frothing out of the top. Becca continued to shale her ass at Ian, and then when the liquid had stopped exploding out of the top of it, cast an incendiary, smoky, sensual glance at him over her shoulder, and clenched her buttocks.

Becca Bootie's massive round ass cheeks crushed the plastic bottle flat.

The gorgeous student held it there, her donkey-ass butt-cheeks clamped together, and then twerked them again, flexing the huge globes of her ass so they almost flapped wide, and the bottle, no thinner than coin, squashed flat, almost fluttered to the floor.

Becca looked again at Ian, dead in his eyes over her shoulder.

Ian's monster cock made an involuntary twitch, which meant that the iron-hard foot and a half log of arm-thick fuck-flesh pivoted up and *slammed* against the underside of the table top in front of him.

'OUCH!' he said.

'I felt that...' Ginni said sympathetically.

Not yet you haven't, Ian thought. He cast a quick glance at Ginni. Was she, conceivably, enjoying the show?

No matter. Ginni was inscrutable. Maybe she believed all that core-strength and female empowerment bullshit. When he turned back to the stage, Becca had -- from god knows where -- produced another bottle, this one a silver canister, and was enacting exactly the same trick. Placing it between her massive, round, perfect, huge, smooth ass cheeks, she did the same thing and engaged her glutes to crush it flat between her monster butt. This time she did not let it fall to the ground, but plucked it from between her rear and send it spinning out towards Ian.

Ian caught it and examined it.

Fucking hell, he thought, that was aluminium.

Becca's ass was strong.

Becca swivelled and turned to the pole, twining herself sensuously around it, and then, capturing the whole silver shining column between her luscious ass cheeks. Becca's glorious monster booty was so huge that it completely swallowed the portion of pole she had clamped her ginormous mounds of assmeat around, hiding it from view.

Jesus Christ, Ian thought, don't crush that too, it's probably load-bearing.

Then Becca pivoted and swivelled around the pole spinning around it and launching herself upwards, pausing at points to lick her way up and down it with it clasped between her thighs.

Ginni leaned over to Ian.

'I must congratulate Miss Fuchs-Well,' she said, 'all the evidence is there that this really is excellent for core strength!'

Ian didn't reply, having internally tested Becca's core strength on many occasions by ploughing her butt with his behemoth alpha cock, and could attest that Becca's control over her internal organs as she could squeeze his anally entrenched beastcock was not for the faint-hearted.

Becca did the splits upside down as a finale and dismounted the pole, ending up on all fours at the front of the stage, twerking her smooth, massive ass enthusiastically at Ian and Ginni and making her butt-cheeks pop independently along with the final bars of whatever awful song was playing.

Miss Fuchs-Well led the applause. Ian and Ginni joined in. Anna-Lee grabbed the Ian-White-Special dildo and went to the stage.

'Not everyone can win on the night,' Miss Fuchs-Well said, brandishing the dildo and handing it to Becca like a trophy, 'but we work with positive reinforcement here, so Becca, please allow me to present you with the trophy, just so you can properly visualise what you are going to be striving towards.'

Becca grinned and gleefully accepted the eighteen-and-a-half inch dildo, cradling it in her arms. 'Mr White, I really hope you pick me on the night, I've been training super hard for this!'

'Now I'm afraid I need that back,' Anna-Lee said, taking the dildo. Ian and Ginni clapped Becca off, who clapped her own ass cheeks as she left the stage.

'Quite dramatic,' Ginni said.

'Now, for our next contestant,' Anna-Lee said, 'will you please welcome Sanddy Sexton!'

Ian groaned. Sanddy was of course a firm favourite of his who had, along with Diamond Gazongas, Laura Hart and Laura's sister Candi, treated him to a night of unimaginable pleasure on the occasion of Candi's eighteenth birthday. He himself had played a special part in bursting out of the cake.

Candi strutted on with a megawatt smile and very little else. She was wearing a black pvc microskirt that was just sitting atop her juicy ass and Ian full well knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Further to that was an absurdly short black pvc jacket which was open at the front, the little slut with nothing more than a hot punk micro-bikini top underneath. Ian couldn't quite make out the lettering on the silver choker she was wearing but if it read 'WHORE' he was going to have to think up something clever to tell Ginni if Sanddy got too close -- as she was apt to do.

Sanddy struck a pose in clear platform stripper sandals and a song started up, the premise of which was that it was good and excellent to be a whore because it was not only empowering but also men would like you, but also you didn't need men because men were bitches, even though being a bitch was also good.

Ginni nudged Ian.

'Mr White, isn't that the girl with the hamster?'

Ian thought back to Sanddy's appearance earlier in the day in his office with Ginni.

'It was a gerbil actually.'

'So it was. Robert the gerbil'

How that gerbil survived day to day at the school, Ian had absolutely no idea. And it wasn't really called Robert, it was called Rocco Sifffredi.

Sanddy mounted the pole and swept herself right to the top, eye-popping curves gyrating salaciously as she did so. Just then Ian noticed that Miss Fuchs-Well hadn't been as careless as he had thought with the giant dildo. In fact, the foxy slut of a dance teacher had planted it upright, on its suction base, immediately in front of the pole.

Ian had a nasty feeling something awkward was going to happen.

Sanddy reached the top of the pole, which was almost thirty feet high, and with exquisite poise, raised both of her legs to the side, doing the splits in mid-air, and held herself there.

'Isn't that the trophy there?' Ginni said, squinting, and took her glasses off peering at the stage.

Ian was about to say something but before he could, Sanddy released her grip on the pole and dropped at alarming speed, ass first, legs splayed, the full thirty feet all the way down to the bottom of it. The supreme porno fuckpuppet of course landed a perfect bulls-eye, instantly burying the eighteen and a half inch dildo directly in her asshole, the gorgeous fuckdoll nympho applying the perfect amount of pressure with hands squeezing onto the pole just as she reached the bottom to stop herself an inch above the floor, legs still split, eighteen and a half inches of latex dick speared in her ass.

It was very dramatic.

'Fuck.' Ian said quietly.

There was a pop as the suction cup on the bottom the dildo detached itself from the floor of the stage, and Sanddy began climbing the pole again, the massive fake cock fully entrenched in her butt.

Surely Ginni couldn't have missed that?

Ian certainly hadn't, and his dick bucked up manically from underneath the desk. With the impetus of a steam-powered piston, Ian's gigantic, fully hard, rampant, raging mega-erection slammed into the underside the desk and simply smashed straight through. It was like the chest burster from alien, simply punching its way from the confines of the desk below, thrusting out gigantically, the whole fucking thing emerging in a smooth column of thick veins, bulging tissues and hard, rigid flesh.

It stuck there, straight up, having destroyed half the desk.

Ian gawped at it, dumbfounded.

He was looking right at his gigantic, slick, arm-length dong, the massive shaft of his meaty member, rigid as a bone, and it was waving around treacherously in front of his own eyes!

The desk was a write-off. Instinctively he flung his arms out and grasped both sides of the table in an attempt to hold it together and stop it from splitting and falling apart.

He turned and looked at Ginni, a maniacal grin plastered on his face.

'Oh, that's the trophy there,' Ginni said simply, having replaced her glasses and looking point blank at Ian's gargantuan throbbing pussy-destroying fuck pipe, 'I didn't see Miss Fuchs-Well replacing it.'

Ian looked from Ginni to his dick.

'Yes,' he said carefully, 'that's it alright. That's the trophy.'

There was an awkward moment. Ian craned his eyes over to the stage and saw that Sanddy was upside down, legs spread, and was using her rectal muscles to work the enormous ass-splitting dildo in and out of her anal passage.

'Aren't they lifelike?' Ginni said.

'You have no idea.' Ian said, fighting everything he had to stop the monster fuck tube from pulsing.

Well this was good, Ian thought. I've got my dick out, I've split the table in two, and the head girl of second year is cavorting on a stripper pole doing anal acrobatics.

There was a thump from the stage which was the signature sound of Sanddy's eight inch heel stripper sandals thudding down as she dismounted. Anna-Lee once more led the applause. Ginni joined in too. Ian, holding the table together, rictus grin, could not participate.

'Well done Sanddy!' She joined the monster titted any plugged vixen on the stage and gestured to Ian and Ginni, 'why don't you go and rehearse your acceptance of the trophy?'

Ian grimaced in horror as sexy Sanddy Sexton, perhaps, second to Diamond in the tier of student-most-likely-to-make-Ian-blow, grinned beautifully and strode towards him on her clear platform heels, luscious, toned legs moving decisively and her tiny pvc skirt flapping with each step. Her massive bronzed fuck boulders were jutting out of her chest and had all but pushed the short pvc jacket to either side.

Ian simply froze as Sanddy spread her hands across the desk which Ian himself was keeping from splitting apart, an incredibly lewd and horny expression on her face as she hovered mere inches from the smooth, round, gleaming tip of his monster cock.

'I'm tempted just to grab this thing right now and run off with it,' Sanddy said, looking Ian right in the eyes and extending a finger, touching it against the underside of his glans and tracing it down a particularly huge vein that ran down the shaft.

Please don't do that, Ian thought.

'But for now I'll just practice how I'm gonna kiss it on the night when I win!' Sanddy said.

So saying, Sanddy snaked her whole fist around Ian's rigid, raging boner, squeezed as hard as she could to make the veins that crisscrossed the monster organ bloat, and planted a wet, tongue-filled, super-sloppy slurping kiss right on the tip of Ian's crown.

She really *didn't* need to *suck* it too, Ian thought.

'Nice to see ya again Miss Inspector!' Sanddy said, 'see you on the big night Mr White!'

Sanddy made off backstage, tiny pvc skirt flapping on her gorgeous pert bubble ass.