Exclusive SFS post: 'Fuckey and Foxy's Secret Plans - Part One'

Please enjoy this exclusive PATREON ONLY thread, the next part of the School for Scandal post 'Ian White: Redux'. This will NEVER be posted on Chyoa, and is a part of the story that intertwines with what I will continue on there. The next thread on SFS  will continue from where Ian White: Redux left off, and then there will be another exclusive thread, just like this one. They will alternate. Enjoy!

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‘Fuck!’ Cookie “Fuckey” de Luxe announced exasperatedly, ‘It’s a Sunday!’

She wasn’t wrong. It was Sunday. There was no getting away from it.

‘Mmmnnghghmmggmmmm…’ came the reply.

‘Yeah, well you would say that.’

Cookie looked over at her roommate. Trixie ‘Foxy’ Fox, was, as per usual, on her knees between two of the school’s most experienced second-year cocksmiths, Jordan Bagger and Hans Schlick, the latter a German exchange student. Both of the nineteen year old male students were looming over her, bodies dappled with sweat. It was actually dripping off their hair and brows. Foxy was putting them through quite a workout.

Hans had perfect English, and his thirteen-inch tubesteak wasn’t bad either. When they first met, Fuckey had managed to get halfway through a ‘German Sausage’ joke before the rigid, vein-pulsing schlong had almost smashed her teeth out in its quest to find the back of her throat. Fuckey hadn’t finished the sentence, and had forgotten the rest of the joke by the time she had ended up splattered with a horseload of hot cum.

‘You certainly don’t taste sour, Kraut,’ was the best she could do, tipping him a wink and a double thumbs up as thick cum oozed off her face.

Hans didn’t waste time, which was ok with a whore like her.

Foxy’s lips were split both ways, her rubbery lips looking like she was trying to swallow a banana sideways. It was Jordan’s colossal, rigid, thirteen-inch length that was ballooning the eighteen-year old bimbo schoolgirl’s lips, bloating her left cheek like the most satisfied chipmunk in the world, the other cheek, improbably, stuffed to bursting with one of his balls. The other hung underneath, dangling in front of her chin, the elastic ballsack stretched as it jiggled there.

‘MMmmmhghggghhgghghhhmmm…’ Foxy continued, through distended lips.

‘I was thinking the same thing, Foxy.’

Fuckey and Foxy, roommates, inseparable, communicated mainly through telepathy. Failing that, Fuckey had no difficulty whatsoever discerning what Foxy was saying, even if the power of speech had temporarily deserted her due to her mouth being absolutely stuffed with rock hard cock.

‘I know Foxy, we’re better than this. We just are!’

Hans very quickly tired of sliding his cockend all over Foxy’s distended cheek, making it shine, and used his fuck-club like a claw-hammer, sliding it between Foxy’s stretched lower lip and inbetween the monster length that plugged her mouth from the other side, before hooking the mushroom shaped head under the tumescent tube of meat and levering it out.

‘P-TOOOBLOOORGH!’

Jordan’s hefty schlong came shooting out of Foxy’s mouth at an angle, projected outwards by the pressure as Hans shoved his dick in the teenage strumpet’s mouth, a few gluey threads of precum and slobber hanging from it. His slick, lubricated balls weren’t far behind as Foxy disgorged them from her maw, the chestnut-haired teenage whore now being subjected to a brutal Teutonic facefucking. Jordan started to slide his hand over his cock, but as Hans began to really pummel Foxy’s throat, producing a GAKAAKAKAKAKAKA sound, he alternated with that and smacking it into her slutty face. Pummelled by lengths of thirteen and fourteen inches, one bottoming out in her throat, the other being slapped relentlessly against her eye and cheek, the schoolgirl slut was in heaven.

‘My dick is 100% torqued to capacity!!!!’ Hans said in his weird robotic style which was an odd amalgamation of highly specific scientific data and porno jabber. Foxy didn’t really care about the calibre of conversation in any case as the rigid, wrist-thick length penetrated her throat, easing her head further back. Her bloated lips were stretched elastically in a thin O shape around the girthsome root of his monster cock.

‘GLORK-K-GLORK-K-GLORK-’

‘At least let her get a word in edgeways, Hans,’ Fuckey drawled.

Looking over, Fuckey was still examining her roommate’s eyes for any kind of expression, but couldn’t really tell if Foxy’s eyes were rolling back in their eyesockets from wild sexual abandon, blissful ecstasy, or pure, rote boredom at what would have been her twenty-sixth facefuck of the day. Sometimes they all merged together, which was pretty much the aim. You couldn’t so much as lean over to the next desk in class to ask for a pencil sharpener before some young priapic stud’s single-barrelled cum-cannon decided to scream towards their tonsils. Which was exactly how they liked it.

From the other side, Jordan hefted his massive fleshy cunt-hammer and laid it over Foxy’s eyes, using his hand at the other side to hold it over the side of her face, his veiny meatstick laid across her face like she was being rendered anonymous in some kind of police photoshoot or blackmail photograph.

‘Ah, what the fuck,’ Fuckey said, ‘we bimbofied ourselves, we turned ourselves into fuckdolls better than mortal man deserves, and this is what we got. B-minus cock.’

‘Fuckey, I’m RIGHT HERE!!!’ came an irate and impassioned challenge from directly behind her.

Fuckey looked over her shoulder and directed a theatrical amount of side-eye to the first-year student Johnny Steel, who was toiling manfully as he pumped the elastic ring of Fuckey’s asshole, his hips sliding back and forth like a man possessed. Johnny looked hurt, but kept buttfucking the eighteen-year-old fuckwhore.

‘Pffft,’ Fuckey snorted, ‘I can barely feel that, is that all you’ve got?’

‘Well, I’m doing better than him,’ Johnny said, indicating underneath Fuckey.

‘Well that ain’t exactly difficult.’

Fuckey was mounted cowgirl on Bradley Higginbottom, who was lying on her bed, but the first-year stud was already out for the count in some unidentifiable way. His head was lolling backwards over the side of the mattress and his tongue was sticking out of his mouth. Fuckey still rode him, both hands on his chest, but he had either passed out or was in post-nut stupor. It didn’t matter too much. The youth’s fourteen and a half inch monster organ – once of the most impressive for this whole year group, a real meaty fuck-club bristling with thick, tumescent veins- was standing up like a fucking flagpole and was rooted deeply in Fuckey’s distended asshole. Impaled on that monster, Johnny sawing his own impressive meatstick from behind, deep into the same obscenely stretched bowels still provided enough stimulation for the permanently horny slut.

‘I think he nutted,’ Fuckey said, ‘He should go over there with the rest.’

Cookie DeLuxe tipped her head to the other side of the room that she and Trixie Fox shared. Arranged in a row against the wall, asses on the floor, shoulder to shoulder so that they were mutually supporting, eight other wrung-out, dehydrated, sexually depleted male students lolled in a comatose heap. Apart from the odd elongated moan and arhythmatic breathing, they might as well have been dead. Eight outrageously long but unmistakably flaccid and deflated footlong dongs lay in defeat on their thighs. A couple were smiling, most seemed too zonked.

‘B minus cock…’ Fuckey said unenthusiastically as she surveyed the carnage she and Foxy had wrought on the eight student studs over the course of the afternoon, ‘even at this school, you’ve gotta kill yourself to get some decent dick.’

‘Well we have our plan, Fuckey! We have our plan!’

Foxy had finally piped up from the other side of the room. Unusually for her, there wasn’t a dick in her throat. Fuckey looked back at Foxy to see the gorgeous teen whore now stroking both lengthy dicks professionally in front of her face, the meatsticks attached with a thick rope of slobber like a link of sausages.

‘We do have our plan. We do. And stage one is complete!’

‘Stage one: Bimbofication. Complete!’

Bimbofication was complete. Tick! Cookie and Trixie had been cockstruck – literally and metaphorically – the instant Ian White had entered their lives to teach a PE lesson with Miss Hart – previously their favourite teacher – and things had never been the same for the two sluts ever again. Supervising the class in the activity of inserting lubed-up baseball bats into each available teenage whore’s asshole, the pair of enthusiastic vixens had met with special favour, first getting analised, then messily and explosively facialed by the supply teacher.

It was the best lesson they had ever had. And for Fuckey, who had inadvertently forced the retirement of an extremely well-regarded US pornstar who was on secondment from a US sister school by fucking him too enthusiastically and reducing him to a puddle of muscle and cum, that was saying something.

The entirely natural fixation that Foxy and Fuckey had developed for Ian White’s mega schlong was intensified by their cohabitation, the pair of them falling into a deeper and deeper fascination with the eighteen and a half-inch fucklog that had rearranged their insides so radically. By night they would vividly recount their experience with it, dreamily and lovingly describe it, bombard Mr White’s staffroom pigeonhole with lascivious propositions, get on their knees and beg for selfies (with his cock pressed up to their face), and in all of this, one thing was increasingly clear: only one cock would do. Only one man’s dick could satisfy and tame them. Only one stud had what they needed. Ian White.

There were, of course, plenty of cocks at the school. Plenty of perfectly good cocks. What Fuckey referred to s ‘B minus’ cocks. Dr Sinclair’s serum experimentation, the penile growth formula that was the lifeblood of the school, might usually be thought to kick up cock-size by anything between four and six inches. For an average Joe entering the school, that would turn a six incher into a clear ten – a mere trifle that would put him comfortably in the top 0.01 percent of monster schlonged male pornstars that had ever lived. But that was small potatoes. Sometimes, since male pupils were selected for the school on the basis of reputation and potential, a confident, cocky, well-hung eighteen year old sporting a solid eighter incher ended up hefting a fourteen-inch fucklog around, AND getting taught how to use it.

That, Fuckey and Foxy had come to regard as very much B minus.

It was fine of course. It was all tediously and eye-rollingly fine getting served fourteen-inch fuck missiles that fired off half-pint cumshots every time they came, and to have it all on tap.

But there was a lot of difference between fourteen and eighteen-and-a-half. That latter length, that stretched shit out.

No-one really knew what had happened with Mr White and Vixxxen’s formula. There was some thought that he was a natural footlonger that had experienced a routine, if blessed, enhancement kick. There was some thought that he had begun the process more modestly endowed and had some kind of hyper-amplified reaction with the serum that pushed him into hitherto uncharted territory. Most estimation conceded that it had to be a combination of both. But there was no denying the outcome. Ian White was fucking huge. His dick was the length of your arm. Not the forearm, mind you, your arm. And it was as thick as your arm. And he could shove it up your ass and lift you off the floor with it. And it pumped cum out like Vesuvius. And it never everwent soft. There were rumours that Diamond Gazongas had once managed to – briefly – make it go down, but neither Fuckey or Foxy were willing to believe that.

A general feeling was that it had all happened on the first day that Mr White had turned up to the school to work as a supply teacher – and that between his first and second lesson, Nurse Pennyweather had been observed heading into the Drama studio just before a rehearsal of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Cream’ with Becca Bootie and Titania Tits, amongst others. If anything could account for Mr White’s hyper-extended penis, it was likely that Nurse Pennyweather held the key, or at least part of the key, to understanding it. Fuckey and Foxy had resolved to start their investigations there.

There were a couple of anomalies in the school. There was Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell, an eighteen incher, sure. And there were a few students as well. But none of them were Mr White. Truth be told, for Cookie and Trixie, only Ian White would do. That godly horsecock had mindbroken both of the babes, and they had decided to resort to a nefarious plan to get it all for themselves, Miss Hart – previously their favourite teacher – be damned. It wasn’t that Miss Hart was reluctant to share Mr White with the student body and the faculty teachers. Far from it. But what ‘Fuxxxey’ really wanted (Fuckey and Foxy spent so much time together that their contemporaries had decided to compress both of those nicknames into a single nickname, compressing the words into one), was some alone-time with Mr White. Real alone time. And, if possible, to fucking grow that mega cock that stuck out of his groin even larger.

The first part of the plan was easiest: Bimbofy. How to stand out from the crowd in the school for sluts? Easy - don’t back down – double down.

Foxy has been a teen bimbo with a sleeve tattoo and chestnut hair. Cookie had dyed-hot pink hair with an undercut and a spectacular set of tits. Change was required.

Cookie went big. Really big. First off, she had tattoos done. Most important was the ornate scrollwork of calligraphy that she had from her wrist to her shoulder that started at one and went up to seventeen (annoyingly, it turned out). She turned her arm into a measuring-stick for Ian’s cock. Second, third and forth were complex and intricate geometric tattoos on her stomach, chest and neck. Third: tits. Cookie had her chest stuffed with airbags the size and shape of basketballs, which on her tight teenage frame, looked absurd. So she had her ass stuffed with pudding too so that it protruded out behind her like a real dump truck booty. The pink undercut, her signature, she kept.

Foxy doubled down and had her other arm covered in floral tattoos but branched out a bit and added a neck tattoo that said FUCK SLUT. Going fully blonde, she augmented herself with epic bimbo torpedo tits that stuck out a foot from her chest. They protruded out over her ripped stomach.

Nothing had been left to chance. Male students had begun comparing them to Diamond Gazongas and Zoe Monroe. And they had been practising. Hard. Certainly the male student population could no longer keep up with them, as the current view of their dorm room showed.

Still being fucked from behind, Fuckey’s eyes went back to Johnny, and her expression from withering scorn to a warm, kittenish incitement in an instant: ‘awwww, you feeling underappareciated? Why don’t you take those negative feelings AND SLAM THEM RIGHT UP MY ASSHOLE, MOTHERFUCKER!’

Fuckey flexed her asshole and made Johnny relinquish his load, the young stud’s whore body spasming as he climaxed, feeling as if his whole spinal column was shooting out of his dick into the teenage whore’s rear. He grabbed onto her jiggling assflesh as he howled.

On the other side of the room, Trixie Fox was having similar success.

‘Make me pretty, boys’ said Foxy, as the first rope of cum looped over her head and landed in her hair, the smiling teen inclining her face upwards to try and catch the first blast. Another weighty rope from Hans followed the first and landed in her silky chestnut coloured hair, and then another one from the other exploding cock landed in her ear just as she repositioned herself to catch it, pooling there and dribbling down. Foxy grinned as another broadside from Hans splattered her, this jet of hot white spunk sailing out to nail her directly between the eyes before Jordan shot another burst in her hair. Next, Jordan he aimed squarely at her face and directed his cum-cannon at Foxy’s mouth, a couple splashing against her lips before she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to accept more bolts of his semen, the viscous white fluid dripping off her teeth.

After this, Hans released another sticky white rope that painted a line down the left side of her face, leaving a line over her eye from her forehead to her chin. The following spurt from Jordan went high,  once again splattering into a tress of her hair, weighing it down with goo and making it fall into her other eye. After this both students concentrated on painting Foxy’s tits and did so with six successive bursts each that made her massive, jutting, spherical mounds glisten with the gleaming, gluey discharge. Finally, both of them shoved their bloated, pulsing cockends into the slutty bimbo teen’s mouth, which Foxy allowed to stickily dribble over her lower lips and hang from her chin.

After these last three lads collapsed, the only thing moving in the room was the cum-rope that hung from the top-heavy whore’s chin, dripping between her massive protruding fuck bags.

‘Tomorrow, Fuckey,’ Foxy said. ‘Monday morning, first thing. We hit Nurse Pennyweather’s office.’

‘Stage two,’ Fuckey agreed. ‘You know what?’

‘What?’

‘I could use some more cock.’