Miss Hart seeks a huge bat

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.