School for Scandal Redux

nb: written in collaboration with Gunde - his is the first half, mine second

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6:28 AM, the following day

"All right, so now I'm here, Miss Griffiths," One look would have told anyone that this was the school's media studies teacher's office. It wasn't very big, but it was crammed with a collection of cameras and other pieces of assorted film making equipment, two shelves stuffed with books on cinematography, editing and so on, plus framed movie posters squeezed into piece of wall left available after everything else had been fit inside. Of course, while the posters decorating the walls of most offices like this would be for films made Fellini, Kurosawa, Kubrick and their ilk, these were from an entirely different category of classics.

Also in the office, of course, were screens and computers, with the collection of them at the far end of the room from the door bathing it in a slightly blue-tinted electric light in the absence of any lamps being turned on.

"Zoe!" The brunette seated in front of the curved desk on and in front of which most of said screens were positioned kicked her swivel chair around and flashed the newcomer a big, wide grin.

Candy Griffiths was all about cock, the bigger the better. In fact, she never failed to go all gooey in response to a huge, throbbing fuckpiece with a pair of cum-bloated balls dangling underneath it to complete the package. But the only way any woman could so much as look at Zoe Monroe and not be overcome with fuck-lust was if she was frigid. And if she was, odds were Zoe could cure her of it without even trying.

"Hot fucktoy slut," Candy breathed out as she slid her mirrored shades down her nose to look closer at Zoe. Framed by long, lustrous hair that flowed freely onto her shoulders, Zoe's face was a collection of features so gorgeous as to make your heart start bouncing. Most eye-catching was her electric blue eyes that sparkled with something raw and primeval whenever a stud was around and set of the plushest, juiciest cocksucker Candy had ever seen.

Her tits matched her face in terms of drool-inducing majesty, the pair of round, perfectly round orbs of firm flesh sitting high and proud on her chest, with the narrow cleavage separating them being made all the more so by the black tee with 'FUCK MY ASS AND CUM ON MY FACE' written on it in bold, white letters that they were squeezed into. At most, the t-shirt covered perhaps half of Zoe's huge cans, with the result that the curving slopes of her whopping great boobs and their gleaming, lushly tanned skin were on full display.

Not able to stop herself, Candy dropped her gaze lower so it travelled down over the etched musculature of the blonde teen's twin rows of etched, neatly lined up stomach muscles and on to the incredibly flimsy, slightly triangular front of her ultra-skimpy, leopard-print bikini thong. Unlined, the thong was such a snug fit that the cleft between Zoe's pussy lips was outlined perfectly. Suddenly, Candy recalled that she hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Sexy bimbo whore..." By happy accident, Zoe had stopped sauntering along on the transparent platform soles and stiletto-heels of her otherwise black sandals at just such a point that Candy could look from her to the poster on the wall next to her that depicted her mother.

In the world of porn, Tanya Monroe was a giant. Not only had she spent twenty-odd years as a superstar-performer, but she'd built up an empire along the way too. The poster of her that Candy on her wall was from Huge Dick Hunting -- an early hit and a game-changer in terms of the intensity and hotness of the action. So it was only natural that her daughter was sent to the school to learn how to be every bit the sizequeen bimbo whore that her mother was.

"Fucking turn around and spread those cheeks for me, slut," As she stared at the brown-eyed, brown-haired Miss Griffiths, Zoe twisted her gorgeous face into an aggressive, hyper-sexual sneer that stood in stark contrast to the vacuous pouts and ludicrous duckfaces that lesser bimbos might have gone for.

"Make me..." Candy purred in response, unfolding her right leg from on top of her left and bringing that foot down until both of the towering heels -- black, like the laces -- of her otherwise white jump boots were in contact with the floor. From there, she proceeded to wriggle her heart-shaped booty into the seat of her chair even as she scooped forwards to thrust her pussy towards Zoe in a conscious act of provocation.

Said pussy was smooth-shaven, dripping wet and completely exposed thanks to Candy having torn through the bottom of her pink mesh one-piece that fit her front tight and which tapered in the closer it got to where it became nothing more than a string that rode in underneath and up across her anus. Apart from a few wayward strips of cloth that still hung on, from the base of her stomach on down across the whole of her vaginal mound, only the frame of the ultra-skimpy garment remained.

"Tasty..." Zeroing in on Miss Griffiths' plump, glistening cunt with her gaze and licked her lips.

"Bet you didn't get enough of it yesterday," Another purr rolled off Candy's tongue as she pushed her pussy lips apart with two fingers and had her clear juices pour from it to skirt off the edge of her seat and patter onto the floor.

One definite perk of her position at the school was that Candy was in charge of plotting and recording the "progress reports" that Tanya wanted on her daughter, the reports that involved footage of the top-heavy teen bombshell getting dicked, sucking cock, eating pussy and gulping down copious amounts of cum.

Usually, the videos took the form of re-enactments of Tanya's films.

"Of course I didn't," Zoe's purr was just as filthy and evocative, before one of her arched eyebrows curved upwards as she spotted the crowns sewn onto the lapels of the open, olive-green jacket that rounded out Miss Griffiths' outfit, "What's with the crowns? Did they make it official and crown you queen slut when we got back?"

"It means I'm a major," Raising her right arm, Candy pointed at the S, the L, the U and the T of the nametape on the jacket, rendered concave by the immense swell of her huge boobs projecting out from her chest.

"Yeah, a major slut," Zoe curved her full lips into a nasty smile and took a couple of steps closer to Miss Griffiths, "A major slut whose gonna tell me what I'm doing here this early."

"Oh, come on," Wanting to milk the moment some more, as well as get Zoe primed for what she was about to unleash on her, Candy moved her legs further apart and balanced her feet on the heels of her boots, "Tell me first, what did you think of yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" At she recalled the action of the previous day, Zoe shot off a lewd smile and tugged at the waistband of her thong, "That was fun."

"Yes, always fun to do a little bit of guerilla film-making," For her part, Candy wasn't about to cease flaunting the soaked state of her pink pussy for the benefit of the younger bimbo, "But I swear the head of that railway museum looked about ready to swallow his tongue when you offered to suck his cock!"

"It was the least I could do," Zoe's lips curved further as her fingers rapped themselves round the flimsy stretch of black running up over her hips, "After what we did to that train."

"To be fair, it was just the one sleeping car that we sort of ruined," Yes, Candy thought, this would definitely get Zoe in the right mood. The top-heavy little whore was already fidgeting more and more with her thong, yanking its front up tighter against her juicing slit and grinding it against her pussy lips. No doubt, she was recollecting the amount of dick that yesterday's shoot had seen her get stretched by, "And not even all of it!"

"What did you think of my performance, Miss Griffiths?" Zoe asked, her dirty smile lingering and her breathing getting heavier, "Did I do mom justice?"

"Absolutely!" Candy wholeheartedly assured the prospect porn starlet, "You were just a perfect Honey Potts!"

Honey Potts was the character Tanya Monroe had played in 'Sluts Like It Hard', part one of her Marilyn trilogy that also included 'Studs Prefer Bimbos' and 'Porksword Jungle'.

"Maybe we could do a scene from Miss Slut Goes to Washington next?" As she pondered the possibilities of more shoots, Zoe chewed her plump bottom lip and adopted a more thoughtful and slightly less whorish expression, "Did I look shocked enough? I mean, when my character discovers that she's the only actual woman in the all-female orchestra? And that the other 24 members are actually big-dicked studs hiding out from the mob?"

"Yes..." The one regret Miss Griffiths was that they'd had to make do with only six of the school's studs for the scene, even if they were all above twelve inches. Come to think of it, Tanya's approval of her daughter's progress appeared closely related to the size of the cocks she was impaled on, "But we both know you're a bimbo fucktoy whore born to get dicked."

"Keep talking, slut," Any pretence of this being a conversation between teacher and student went right out the window in the face of the smooth, evocative nature of Zoe's reply, "And I'll flip you round and make you squirt again."

"Like I said, make me."

"You won't be so cocky after an hour straight of screaming and pumping out girlcum from my tongue toying with your asshole, Miss Griffiths," Yes, Zoe was definitely all fired-up now. Candy would have to move fast, or lose control.

"See this?" Reaching behind her, Miss Griffiths picked up and swung the pastel blue, sixteen-inch dildo that was the crown jewel of her sex toy collection. The fake came complete with a set of ludicrously over-sized nuts and veins that she'd once have thought were too fat and bulging to be entirely realistic. But now, she knew better.

"Yeah, it's going straight up your ass, you fucking whore," Like an apex predator moving in for a fresh kill, Zoe drew nearer to the seated brunette.

"Oh, is it?" In a continuation of the same analogy, Candy smile like the hunter using himself as bait to lure said predator into a trap as she spun her chair round and clicked on her keyboard to conjure up an image on the biggest of the screens.

"What do you think of this picture, Zoe?" Confident that she had the teenaged sizequeen just where she wanted her, Candy put her plan into action.

"Shit, that's a lot of cum..." Zoe said as she looked at the screen and the image of a mega-boobed blonde sitting on her ass, legs spread and back to a nearby wall, with her tanned skin and generous curves blasted and plastered with several layers of some of the thickest, glossiest spunk Zoe had ever seen, "That's Tits, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." When her face was obscured with such vast amounts of balljuice, it was fortunate that Titania 'Tits' Titts had jugs so big that you could still recognize her.

"Wow, looks like she's really going for that bukkake A-level!" Zoe's giggle reflected her excitement at the shameless debauchery of her classmate depicted in such a dripping wet, completely drained state. Then her attention turned to the thick swathes of cum painted onto the floor and the walls around the top-heavy teen, "But those guys blasting her sure did miss a lot, though. There's cum everywhere..."

"Zoe," Taking an artful pause to relish in how beautifully she'd managed to set this up, Candy turned her head and smiled at the younger fuckdoll bimbo's obvious arousal, "There weren't any guys, plural."

"Huh?" Now, confusion spread across Zoe's beautiful face.

"One stud, one load did that," Very deliberately, Candy raised and unfurled her index finger to point at the cum-drenched Tits sitting pretty in a state of exhaustion blended with ecstasy.

"Bullshit..." Zoe shook her head before looking first at Candy, then back at the screen, "He'd have to have balls like watermelons!"

"You're saying it's impossible?" One finger ready to press the keyboard, Candy had her pussy tremble how tightly Zoe was suddenly grinding the front of her thong against her cunt, like she was trying to make it disappear inside it.

"Duh, obviously..." For once, Zoe appeared unsure of herself as she sent Candy another look.

"Yes, obviously one stud couldn't do all that, any more than he could do this," And with that, Candy tapped the keyboard to replace the picture of Tits basking in the afterglow of a savage reaming and epic cumshot with another one.

"Fuck!" As the next pic materialized, Zoe struggled to maintain her composure. Depicted on the vast screen was Crystal Bliss, who was smiling back at the camera over her left shoulder as she stood with her back pushed down into a horizontal position and the expanse of her juicy, heart-shaped ass dominating the foreground of the picture. At least Zoe thought that it was a smile that the buxom black bombshell was sporting -- it was hard to tell with all that cum glued to her gorgeous face. In fact, her friend and fellow slut's visage had been blasted with such amounts thick, vibrantly glistening balljuice that it obscured even lips as plump and luscious as her set of cocksuckers.

"Yes, quite a picture, isn't it?" Miss Griffiths purred, tapping one finger against the shaft of the massive dildo placed in front of her. By now, she'd given up any pretence that she wasn't relishing the effect that the pictures were having on Zoe.

"Oh my god..." The wide-eyed teen fuck bunny moaned as her eyes zeroed in on Crystal's asshole, exposed through her clutching her huge asscheeks tight with her hands to pull them apart. The dark-skinned bimbo's little balloon-knot anus had been more than just stretched, it had obviously been pounded and hammered until it now gaped at Zoe with all the majesty of a black hole, albeit one encircled by a shade of pink so dark as to border on purple, "Did someone fistfuck her ass with both hands, or something?"

"My fists aren't that big," Candy's tongue came out to wet her lips as she shot Zoe a predatory grin that the porn princess missed.

"Fucking slut!" Zoe glanced at Crystal's face once more. Yes, she was smiling. That hot fucking sizequeen bimbo was smiling from ear to ear with pride.

"Is that...?" As Zoe's eyes moved to the left, she spotted something. A few straps of purple were stuck to the expanse of one of Crystal's firm, bulging cheeks and looked to be swimming in a sea of a shiny fluid that accentuated the deep natural lustre of her skin.

"Uh-huh," Miss Griffiths released a breathless moan and nodded, "That's her thong, torn to shreds and glued to her ass with precum."

"Shit," For a moment, Zoe's eyes closed in response to her thumb flicking across her clit while the other fingers of her right hand pumped and squeezed their way deeper into her juicing cunt, "How did that happen?"

"You'll see..." Miss Griffiths promised, before she tapped the keyboard once more.

"Oh shit!" Her eyes going wide and her mouth left open in the wake of her cry to form a wide O shape, Zoe tugged at her thong, yanking it aside to expose her gushing slit as she stared at the screen.

"You've never been to the staffroom, have you?" Miss Griffiths asked, intentionally avoiding to make a comment on how the new picture revealed a low sofa behind an equally low table. The sofa had been red, but was now creamy white in places in an inversion of the classic polka dot pattern. Also, scattered across it like ragdolls were three busty babes, all of them absolutely hosed down with cum.

"We'll probably have to renovate it after this," While Miss Griffiths went on, Zoe kept staring. It looked like someone had tossed a stick of dynamite into a tub of cum and these three sluts had caught the blast of it. Looking closer, she thought she recognized them. Yes, she was pretty sure that that was the school's Geography department, collectively fucked into oblivion by an unknown party.

"I recommend a fresh coat of paint for the walls," Said Miss Griffiths as Zoe spotted the wide streaks of white splashed onto the wall behind the couch and the thick ropes hanging low enough off the edge of the table to touch the floor and turn the whole thing in an unwholesome parody of a bunny cage, "And the ceiling. White, of course."

"Fuck... That's Miss Thomson," Zoe breathed out as she recognized the huge-titted slut lying on her back in the couch but with one leg tossed over its back. A drop-dead gorgeous cumwhore with whitish blonde hair and a fetish for dolling herself up in leather and chains, Miss Thompson had her mouth gaping wide-open and her tongue lolling out, a fat rope of cum dangling off its tip.

"Uh-huh," Three of her digits brushed against her own cunt as Candy proceeded to guide Zoe through the picture, "And the brunette in the middle with her pussy flooded with jizz is Miss Clelland -- I think it's her cap that you can see glued to the wall there -- and the blonde with her head on the armrest and ass shoved into the air is Miss Harpenden."

"Wow, they looking fucking destroyed!" Plunging two fingers inside her sex, Zoe started pumping away with her wrist, wringing out thin streaks of clear pussy juices with each new thrust.

"Yes, three first-rate sluts," Juices streamed from Candy's cunt as she recollected just some of the nasty, slutty acts that the whores of the Geography department had gotten up to over the years, "And look at them now..."

"Fucktoy cumdumps," Zoe hissed, her fingers squeezed tight by the walls of her pussy as she considered the implications of what she saw on the screen. Someone had done this to them, and she still didn't know who he was.

"Here's another one of those, and she's just realized it," Every bit as aroused as Zoe even though she'd already spent hours drooling over every picture and video that she was now intending to show the teen, Miss Griffiths brought up another pic.

"Puma!" Zoe cried out at the stacked, toned babe depicted sitting on her knees up on screen. As gorgeous as ever, the fit young slut was dressed in precious little beyond a short black leather jacket left open to reveal both her mountainous knockers and had her face obscured by a wide, rounded shadow cast across it. On said face, a mixture of pure awe and unqualified lust were playing.

"Guess she got tired of being a redhead," Continuing to abstain from commenting on the most obvious, most shocking details of each new picture, Miss Griffiths instead focused on Puma having switched to sporting a jet-black mohawk instead of her previous look of free-flowing, red hair, "Still looks like the slut she is."

"That shadow..." Zoe easily recognized the shape of it, but the size required a long moment before she was able to take it in.

"Someone's about to test if that tattoo's true, or just posing," Miss Griffiths said, in reference to the 'Built to swallow cock' tattooed in ornate letters across Puma's collarbones.

"What the fuck..." Closing and opening her eyes again, Zoe continued to stare hard and lustily at the screen, paying particular attention to that shadow darkening Puma's features.

"Did you check social media when we got back last night? Apparently, #monstercockedsubstitute is trending..."

"Enough teasing," Juices dripped off Zoe's fingers and poured across her hand as her pussy pulsed with deep surges of excitement that sent shock-waves throughout her curvy, fit body, "Fucking show it!"

"You ready for this, slut?" It was less a question and more of a challenge that Candy posed at Zoe, who whimpered with need and bobbed her head back and forth several times over in a series of eager nods.

"Then here it is," Another tap of the keyboard caused the switch from pictures to video, and Zoe moaned with disappointment at the footage of the drama studio that didn't involve any monstercocked stud. Instead, it featured Miss Chastity Hills, the school's dance teacher. Blessed with a face that screamed out how much of a filthy, horny slut she really was, raven-black hair and a body that was to die for even in comparison with most of the sluts at the school, Miss Hills was apparently addressing some students off-screen.