Candi arrives; Diamond's interview begins

It started as a small white dot on the horizon, a small car coming towards the grandiose country house, weaving through the roads that bisected the fields and hedgerows of the rolling, green countryside, and as the car slowly drew towards the house and grew in size, Ian’s excitement grew in equal proportion.

He was quite excited about the arrival of Candi, Laura’s younger sister, and was trying to contain his excitement – and arousal – as Candi drove closer and closer to where she was going to spend the weekend with her older sister and enjoy her birthday celebrations. Ian thought it tactful to try to conceal the brimming intensity of his mounting excitement from his girlfriend, though only out of some wierd feeling that it would be a wierd breach of protocal to admit his enthusiam for what wwas, in any case, Laura's scheme.

He hadn’t seen Candi for about a year, about when she had been studying for her exams at school at an occasion upon where he had visited Laura’s parent’s house, with whom Candi still lived. At that point in time the explanation that had been given for Laura’s kid sister – or rather ‘baby’ sister, as everyone seemed to insist on referring to her as – for not participating fully with the family activities of the weekend (which consisted of yawn-inducing dinners out with Laura’s parents, not that Laura didn’t find her own particular ways of spicing things up for him when they were out, one of which was fondling his rock-hard cock under the table so it kept smacking the underside of it and making the crockery bounce and cutlery clang on top of it), was that since Candi was studying for exams, she was ‘not to be disturbed’. Ian didn’t know whether this had been a deliberate ploy to keep Candi from encountering him at close quarters, or whether it was in fact a perfectly honest state of affairs.

Nevertheless, while the recent encounter with Laura, in which his massive titted slut girlfriend had emphatically assured him that Candi was coming over to the school’s exclusive country house for the weekend, that she was to celebrate her birthday tomorrow, and that she was going to sample Ian’s monstercock on that occasion, all seemed pretty clear cut, Ian was – perhaps wisely – playing it cool at present with Laura. Laura’s sluttish sense of herself as an unimpeachably desirable whore of stunning proportions (and not merely her physical proportions, which were irresistibly cartoonish, her monstrous knockers bigger than head that jutted out of her chest like torpedoes above her sculptured, ripped, sexily black-tattooed abdomen), meant that her self-confidence was pretty much ironclad. Nevertheless, even the most confidently sexual nuclear blonde bombshell like Laura (with appropriately matching massive warheads), might encounter the most minor twinge of disquiet should her partner loudly and confidently profess an attraction for her younger sister – and not merely an attraction, but one that amounted to entrenching an eighteen inch penis the thickness of her arm all the way up her asshole.

While this was an instance where Ian fervently hoped he was to have his cake and eat it, he decided it was unwise to broadcast his arousal to Laura just yet, and he tried to stick to this prescription as the two of them stood on the steps of the column-flanked main entrance, watching Candi drive up the lane, the car being driven in a rather carefree, identifiably teenage way, revealed as a very sleek convertible.

Of course, concealing his obvious arousal was easier said than done for Ian, who, blessed with an immense, girthsome, iron-hard monstercock of some eighteen inches, was tenting his trousers quite prodigiously at present, and the magnitude of the column of meat that thrusted out of his groin was, to put it mildly, a pretty accurate reflection of what was occupying his mind.

‘Excited, Ian?’ Laura said, deadpan, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

‘A little…’ Ian’s mouth went a little bit dry and he gulped slightly. ‘Has she changed at all?’

Laura smirked, ‘since you last saw her? She’s a year older… a year wiser…’

Ian gulped again. He had seen Candi a few times over the weekend he had been at Laura’s parents, and only fleetingly. The impression he was left with was of blondeness, but not much more than that.

‘All grown up…’ Ian mused.

Laura’s smirk grew a little wider, ‘not until midnight…’ she teased.

Ian groaned. The reminder sent off an involuntary tremor in his trouser area. His giant penis, visibly throbbing and pulsating underneath his trouser leg, was beginning to agitate the tightly stretched fabric over that area where it came to rest just below his right knee, and space was at a premium.

‘I can’t meet her like this!’ Ian expostulated, arms waving helplessly, ‘it’s not appropriate!’

At the word ‘appropriate’, Laura looked at Ian fully her hand coming to rest on her hips. Her own appearance had little to do with notion of propriety. She was dressed rather more like a slutty fitness girl than a PE teacher, though at first glance her attire would probably just about sustain the illusion that she was a member of staff rather than a pornstar dolled up for a workout-themed shoot, which is what she looked like. She had on hot pink bikini bottoms, tied in bows at either side of her curvy hips, a skintight pink vest-top that went over her left shoulder with a diagonal slash in it that went all the way from her left collarbone to her stomach, meaning the entirety of her immense, gleaming, bulging, tanned cleavage was on show. Her stomach was bare, revealing her ripped abdomen, her fantastically tight, pronounced stomach muscles glistening in deep, neatly etched rows. She was wearing clear stripper sandals with platforms soles and eight inch heels that were set off with pink-leg-warmers over parts of them.

‘You look like what you are, which is a teacher,’ said Laura, noting Ian’s jacket and shirt, ‘which is in fact what both of us are at this moment in time.’

‘Yes I know…’ Ian said out of the side of his mouth, as the car drew closer still, ‘but what if I… come out? What if I can’t control it?’

‘Can’t you wait until tonight? I’d tell you what I’ve got planned for that hot little cockteasing minx but you’d literally blow your load right away and in all honesty I think you’re better saving up if this party is going to do what I want it to.’

‘I swear, Laura, I’m on a hair-trigger here…’

Laura was good naturedly exasperated: ‘I mean, for goodness sake, Ian. Is it really so difficult for you to meet a member of my family without your massive fuckstick tearing your trousers apart just once?’

‘I really try Laura, but you know how it is…’

‘I mean to say Ian, that it will not do, it absolutely will not do,’ Laura chided her boyfriend playfully, ‘for the instant that Candi steps out of the car for you to rush to greet her and for that huge, rampant, pussy missile to explode out of your trousers, tearing everything to shreds, and then to rear up like a god damn bucking bronco from out of your groin to slap straight into Candi’s teenage honeypot and for all I know – and god forbid if she were wearing anything small enough to enable it, which is just like the little slut – your fat fucking cockend were to lodge straight between her pussy lips. I mean that would not do Ian, it really wouldn’t. I wouldn’t know where to put my face.’

Ian grunted as the car crinkled on the gravel as it drew up outside the country house, ‘you’re really not helping Laura, really not helping at all…’

Laura chuckled at her compounding of Ian’s predicament, and noted with a smile how her boyfriend hunched himself in the middle slightly to try to minimise the massive projection of obviously tumescent penis all the way down his trouser leg. It was a gesture as ineffectual as it was comic, and at the very last second, Ian elected to whip off his jacket and drape it over his right arm, hoping that the garment would conceal the incipient protuberance.

‘Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit…’ Ian was chanting under his breath, **** to maintain appearances as the car stopped, the door opened, and Candi got out.

It was a little early for a proper comparison, but the snap judgement that Ian made when Candi stood up out of the car was that her tits were actually bigger than Laura’s. It was hard to tell because they were dominating what was otherwise a hyper-slender teenage frame, with a waist so small and petite that the contrast it evoked with the monstrous pair of knockers situated just above it was mind-wrecking. If Laura’s proportions were from some delirious cartoon, Candi’s were impossible. Her rack stretched out the tiny navy blue t-shirt she wore, which had the phrase ‘WHO NEEDS TITS?’ on the front of it, the pair of enormous mounds elevating the lower section of the garment quite substantially, so that the lower part of it dangled in the air just where her cans projected out. Thanks to this, Candi’s tiny midsections could be glimpsed, where underneath she was wearing black lycra workout-bottoms with slashes arrayed in them all down the front of her legs. The skintight material showed every succulent curve of her sleek, slender legs, even where the tanned skin underneath was not exposed. Candi had very long blonde hair indeed, done up in a ponytail that cascaded upwards and then down, probably reaching almost down to her ass. She was wearing a tight leather jacket that was hanging open and didn’t quite reach down to her midriff and a pair of black-rimmed glasses fashionable for the time. Her face was unbelievably stunning, very much like Laura’s of course, though perhaps her eyebrows were than little bit more curved and her lips that little bit plumper.

Candi stood up properly and said ‘Hiiiiiiiiii!’ in a bright, almost sing-song tone, and Ian grunted, the sound mercifully not audible to the new arrival. There was, however, a rather more tell-tale sound that accompanied Candi’s greeting, however, and it was a very distinctive sound of cloth tearing, specifically the seam of some garment announcing that it was about it give. Ian gritted his teeth, and prayed internally that the integrity of his trousers held up.

Candi was not out of the car long before she had flung herself into Laura’s arms and the two blonde sister hugged for a bit.

‘Sis! So good to see you!’

‘You too Candi,’

‘Thanks for inviting me! I can’t believe you’re going to throw a party for my birthday! This place looks amazing!’

‘Well this house belongs to the school and it’s where we hold our interviews and some conferences. We’ve kitted out one of the rooms just as I described –‘

‘Oh my God!’ announced Candi, cutting her sister off, ‘Beach party! I love it!’

At this point Candi started jumping up and down and Ian decided to avert his eyes in case the dimensions of her pneumatic body compromised his already precarious position. His cock was throbbing almost painfully now, he was squirting precum all the way down his leg, and there was precious little room left in his trouser leg.

‘And of course you remember Ian,’ said Laura, indicating Ian, standing there, smile fixed on his face and his suit thrown over his arm.

‘Yes, hi Ian,’ Candi moved towards Ian. Ian daren’t move his right arm for fear of revealing the raging boner that was threatening to tear through his trousers, so instead he kept it planted to his side. His mouth was fixed in a rictus grin as his whole being struggled to control his megacock’s urgent need to escape, and small beads of sweat dotted his forehead. He had a ghastly premonition of something disastrous happening akin to what Laura had described, and thought he foresaw, for one awful moment, his cock bursting out of his trouser leg, thrusting on upwards through the sleeve of his jacket and his cockend poking through to emit a blast of precum in Candi’s gorgeous face, but thankfully his fears were misplaced. Candi leant forward, and there was an intoxicating moment where she pecked him on the cheek, a sublime second of bliss that was interrupted by another abrasive sound of fabric tearing. Candi looked slightly quizzical as she leaned back away from Ian, but in an instant, the moment was passed.

‘Good to see you again, Ian,’ Candi said. Ian thought he detected a not-so subtle hint of playfulness in her eyes.

‘You too Candi,’

‘Let me show you to your room, sis,’ Laura announced, fearing an imminent trouser malfunction might spoil the rather occasion, ‘Ian will get your things out of your boot.’

Ian nodded, and was happy to escape Candi’s orbit for the moment, scuttling to the rear of Candi’s car and popping her boot. In it, there was a single case, and as he hefted it out, he turned and caught a glimpse of the pair of sisters going up the steps to the house.

On Candi’s lycra leggings, the words ‘WITH AN ASS LIKE THIS’ were emblazoned on her rear, and as Ian saw the astounding dimensions of her globular ass, the buttocks like a pair of planets atop her slender legs, his trousers suddenly and emphatically gave way explosively, mercifully out of earshot of the two babes, but not mercifully enough to leave Candi’s car unscathed, where plumes of precum jetted into the air from Ian’s brawny, bucking monstercock to splatter down all over the bonnet, windscreen, upholstery and dashboard, covering everything in a thick, translucent, jelly-like finish.

‘I guess that can wait for tomorrow for me to explain,’ Ian reflected.

X

In response, Diamond suddenly and unexpectedly sank to her knees in the shower, closed her eyes, pressed her hands together and started to mumble excitedly.

‘Diamond, what’s this?’ Sanddy said, as she glanced at the starlet as she grabbed her digital camera and a notebook and pen from near the sink in the room.

Diamond opened one of her eyes to look at the pair in front of her, ‘praying to God to thank him for sending me a monstercock this size, and for making a monstercock this size, and for –‘

Her statement was cut short by a fat, shot-glass sized blast of precum being jetted from Robert’s cock and smacking into her face with a splatting sound that echoed around the room.

‘So are you religious, Diamond?’ Sanddy asked, settling into her a nearby chair.

Diamond considered, gluey precum on one side of her face slowly dripping down to hang from her chin. ‘Well, I wasn’t until this morning, but after I’ve had a look round this school and the meat all you Brits are packing it’s hard not to believe in some kind of divine providence.’

Robert used the supercharged and supersized muscles in his groin to engineer his prodigious, hulking tubesteak up and down a little, waggling it in front of Diamond’s eyes, before taking half a step forwards and presenting it to the cock-shocked blonde pornslut.

‘Well,’ Diamond said, before opening her mouth as wide as it would go, ‘I’ve never sucked cock during an interview before.’

‘And how do you find it, Diamond?’

‘Mhhff fmmmuckmmmg gmmmmmd!’

Diamond grinned and drew back, opening her mouth to see herself attached to Robert’s throbbing monster meat with seven or eight silvery strands of thick juice, mainly precum, the glossy head of the prick pulsating. She looked at Sanddy.

'Now Diamond,' Sanddy began, crossing her legs ostentatiously to flash her dripping pussy at the porn starlet, 'cocks...'

Diamond giggled. ‘What do you want to know? You seem to know your way around them yourself if Mr Hung is anything to go by. Gee, let me think. Big. The bigger the better. I didn’t get this tattoo on my leg because I was fucking around. I use it as a motherfucking guide.’

Sanddy transcribed Diamond’s response as the blonde pornslut slobbered all over Robert’s cock, rubbing her plump lips all over the business end, much to Robert’s delight.

'So that explains the story of your famous tattoo, "you must be this long to ride"'

Diamond made a throaty cackle, eyeing Robert’s cock, a rope of her slobber dripping precariously from the heart-shaped tip of his cum-cannon: 'Yeah, thought I was actually being slutty with that one. Good thing I didn't know about some of the monster meat on offer this side of the pond, would have had to update the chart! Not sure my leg is long enough to make it worth the while now. I mean look at the size of your boyfriend's delicious rod.'

'Any other tattoos you'd like to add?'

'Well I always thought about getting a sleeve on my arm, but after what I saw today, I could happily have a life-size detail copy of Mr White's schlong tattooed right here. Give me something to reflect on when I don't have any other donkey dicks to hand.'
'I don't think that's likely any time soon Diamond. You're going to have a lot of big fans round here.'

"Big fans?"

"Huge fans..."

"This one's a classic, Diamond, spit or swallow?"

"Spit, then lick up and swallow. And just as an FYI for all you guys out there, I love the taste of my pussy and ass mixing on a hard, thick cock."

‘I think we know that already Diamond.’

‘I love a cumshot that projects,’ Diamond continued enthusiastically, eliciting another deluge of precum that itself projected into her left eye and her hair, ‘one that really get distance to absolutely splatter you. Nothing better.’

Sanddy licked her lips, squirming in her seat a little as Diamond continued to elucidate her philosophy.

‘Favourite place to take a load of cum?' Sanddy asked.

'No contest. Face. Who says it has to be one load?'

'You like double facials?'

'Double, treble, quadrouple, quintrouple... been there, done it. But like I said, most attractive attribute for a cumshot is projection. Nothing like a real blast in the face with thick cum. Thicker the better.'

‘Sanddy is pretty big on cum too, I have to say,’ Robert put in, eager to share with Diamond, looking down as the dreamy blonde mega-titted teen smooched his bone.

‘Robert, this interview isn't about me,’ Sanddy tried to protest coyly.

‘Oh come on, tell her about last week,’ Robert insisted, as Diamond cocked her head to the side to look at Sanddy, Robert’s immense cock tenting the side of her cheek as she did so.

"Robert..." Sandy attempted another protest, but her smile suggested that she was about to surrender.

‘What happened last week?’ Diamond asked, popping Robert’s cock from her maw and allowing it to hover in front of her face, her top lip attached to it by a stringy filament of precum, the stacked blonde pornqueen already slowly caressing her juicing snatch in anticipation.

"Oh, I just showed up for class in a shiny new white mini-dress. It took a little while before anyone noticed that it was slowly slipping off me!"

"Oh my God! What did the teacher do?"

"She made me walk up front and licked it off me. Every single drop! Miss Johnson is such a slut!"

'No manners, though,' continued Robert, 'the burp she let after was really loud!'

'Who needs manners when you're such a slut?' said Sanddy.

'Sanddy!' said Diamond, eyes flashing, 'what a great idea for a new tattoo!'

'Probably best right over your pussy,' said Sanddy dreamily.