Candi gets splattered continually

The assembled crowd of hot teen slut stared agog at the raunchy display, with the whorish, mega-titted teacher on her knees in the hall between the two proto-stud teenage males, each with their faces contorted into a mixture of pure animal lust and disbelief at what was transpiring, the purple, slick and gleaming pair of bell-ends planted flush over each of Miss Hills’s eyesockets, the twin, heart-shaped dick ends glistening where her eyes would ordinarily be.

‘I’m definitely pleased I came to this school,’ one of the boys said finally, eliciting smiles and quite a cascade of laughter from the girls, who were beginning to look at the pair of lads a little nervously, even as the strapping possessors of pussy-destroying lengths that they now actually were since they had emerged from whatever was going on inside the nurse’s office. All sense of nervousness and decorum was dropping away from the boys in waves as the baker’s dozen of stacked female sluts eyed their slick, vein-ripped appendages, imagining all too well what they could do with them now that they had become such turgid, brawny fuck-truncheons that they looked like they could tear into all their frothing pussies and turn the whole lot of them into a collective squirting mess. Perhaps the tables had turned a little, and the hot sluts ranged around the hallway were suddenly faced with the idea that might not have everything stacked quite so much in their favour in the sexual stakes at this school.

Candi concurred with the young man’s remark. She was pleased she’d come too. The girls were looking at her approvingly, and a little wide-eyed too, as her feat with the bubblegum had set her apart from the crowd a bit. Feeling herself blush a bit, and eager to get to her dorm, Candi winked and stuck her tongue out lasciviously at the pair of hung studs, both of whom had discovered the immense new powers of their pc muscles and were flexing their muscular monster cocks and making them pivot up and down as they smacked gently over Miss Hills’s upturned face accompanied with soft plopping sounds.

‘Nice to meet you pair of hung fucking cocksmiths. Any time you want to spit roast me, looks like I’ll be in dorm C. That’s if I’ve got a free hole when you call around. I hope you don’t mind queuing!’

Both of the students groaned at the invitation and the wholly predictable twin splatter of precum surged from their cocks, the gluey spatterings of hot, treacly fluid spewing all over their already glistening organs, sliding down Miss Hills’s face, and roping off her chin all over her monumental knockers.

Candi turned and left the PE teacher to her business, going back the way she had come. She went out of the hallway and through the front doors, casting another glance at the queue of people in the corridor that was lined up outside the door of the ‘in’ part of the office, once again attracting interested stares from the queue of boys that were there. Candi winked at them on her way out, and gave them the tongue-bulging-the-cheek-while-she held-an-imaginary-cock-up-to-her-mouth treatment, smiling at the conveyer belt of hulking man meat that the production line represented. Before the day was out the school would be crawling with newly minted studs, and the only place to sit would be on a hard dick. She couldn’t wait, and hurried extra quickly to collect her belongings and get settled in, all sorts of amorous sounds now echoing in the hallway behind her.

Candi went out the large front doors and down the front steps of the building. From there she walked back around the frontage and into the car park from where she had originally arrived. There were not so very many people around now, and the tide of those that were doing the ‘dropping off’ was thinning considerably as more and more new students found their way into the school.

She went over to where she had parked her car, and while she was walking over to it, noticed something that made her brow furrow quizzically. There appeared to be something different about the windscreen that she couldn’t quite detect on approach to the vehicle. It was almost as if her car’s windscreen had become somewhat opaque. It was odd. When she got closer Candi went straight around to the front of the car and looked at her windscreen, eyes bulging out of her head as she saw what had happened.

The windscreen of her can was absolutely plastered a thick smear of semen that covered every particle of glass and quite a lot of the roof of the car and the hood besides. The creamy substance was splattered over the glass and was sliding very slowly down it in spunky waves.

However, that was not all. Written in the comprehensive splattering of spunk was a message. It said, in large capitals: ‘HELLO CANDI!!! WELCOME TO THE SCHOOL!! YOU WON’T GET ANY SPECIAL TREATMENT FROM ME WHILE YOU’RE HERE, SLUT!!! L XXX’

Below this was a representation of an enormous penis that was drawn in the cum that stretched from one side of the windscreen to the other, under which was a postscript: ‘P.S. IAN SAYS HELLO’

Candi grinned at the message that had been drawn in spunk on her car. Clearly Laura and Ian had sneaked out here and deposited it when she had been inside the school. She thought of her sister’s boyfriend’s hulking, gigantic cum cannon. Just the thought of it made her legs a little bit wobbly.

It was at that point, as she stood next to her car, dreaming of Ian White’s anaconda-sized dong, that Candi suddenly felt a huge wet, warm, splattering sensation smack forcefully across her chest, a thick white spatter of gooey fluid appearing in an instant to smear all over her hugely protruding domes and plaster the material of her top flush against her skin. Yelping in shock, stunned by the sloppy impact that came from nowhere, Candi gasped, her hands flying up around her sides in a gobsmacked reflex as she stared downwards at her saturated tits. Her massively protruding cleavage had been creamed by a long-range cumshot, some skulking sniper having picked her off from towards the school buildings. It was unbelievable, she reflected, as she gradually composed herself, looking down at her sloppily creamed cans, but it had happened, and there was really only one culprit. Ian had left another calling card. Candi grinned, giggled, and shook her fist towards the school buildings. Then, completely drenched, her knockout torso plastered in semen, she opened up the boot of the car and picked her luggage up. The last few people leaving the carpark gazed wonderingly at the spectacle as the huge-jugged teen with spunk creamed-knockers and the ‘Dick Magnet’ cap lugged her possessions from her spunk-covered car.

After this stunning display, more than a little shocked by what she had been subjected to, she moved, trailing her luggage behind her, back through the carpark, completely gobsmacked but keeping it together enough to move slowly but surely back towards the front entrance of the school, a shocked smile plastered on her face and her mouth hanging a little open.

Candi was still in possession enough of her faculties to note that the sign against the front door had been amended somewhat, possibly with the same marker pen that had adulterated the nurse’s important message in the hallway, so that the letters ‘ENT’ had been blanked out of the word ‘STUDENTS’ from the phrase, ‘NEW STUDENTS REPORT TO RECEPTION’.

In this somewhat dazed state she made it back through the front entrance and through the hallway, noting that not too much had changed since she’d last passed through. The two boys that had been ‘inducted’ by the sensational Miss Hills had found a new admirer, and a particularly brave girl was now standing in the middle of the hallway between them. This was the teen whore from before with the stylised pink hair, undercut, and the monster rack packing out her tight t-shirt so that it ballooned off her chest and hung in the air in front of her torso, where delicate black tattoos could be seen over crisply defined rows of serried, taut muscles that led down to a hot pink thong. Posing in front of the remainder of the girls, the naughty schoolgirl knockout had both of the turgid, throbbing, hulking slabs of cockmeat in her hands, hefting both of them at the base and twirling them so that silvery threads of precum slathered from the weeping purple tips. Standing between the two studs, she smiled and cavorted and tried a number of different facial expressions as the appreciative throng took pictures on their phones.

‘Can you believe it?’ she said, ‘I’m in heaven with these studs!’

Miss Hills was with another boy whose penis had clearly attained gargantuan proportions, the huge log snaking out of his groin as the sensationally curvaceous dance teacher leaned in to him to give a tongue filled kiss as she expertly milked the mammoth tool with both hands, the bell-shaped head of the enormous cock pressed between her gleaming, jutting tits, ropes of precum sliding down the corrugated striation of her rock hard abdominal muscles as she did so, her shapely thighs sliding against each other.

Two more boys had emerged since Candi had last been through the hall, one with glasses, black hair, a mystified expression and an unbelievably comic bulge protruding from what were obviously an industrial strength pair of jeans, another with completely shredded underwear dangling around his groin and the elasticated waistband of his pair of calvin kleins twisted around his vein-knotted footlong schlong as a pair of hot sluts knelt down before him, both licking their lips and staring at the throbbing monster with wide, captivated eyes.

After watching the various displays, Candi traversed the hallway, following a sign, and went through a large doorway, following signs for the east wing, finding her path taking her on a journey through more oak panelled rooms, the whole atmosphere once again austere and patrician. In one room that she went through there was a gleaming, very fully-populated trophy cabinet with a photo display of members of students and staff as they received various awards.

Candi gazed at the display, noting first the proportion of shining awards that were shaped like massive, intricately carved penises, and then letting her eye drift over the proportion of award ceremonies that seemed to feature full-scale orgies, with award photos of facial cumshots particularly well-represented. In a couple of them she noticed her older sister Laura smiling wickedly on her haunches as she stuck the tip of her tongue out against three monstrously inflated cocks, one belonging to a man that was standing directly behind her so that the heavy, vein-mapped organ rested on top of her head and draped over her forehead and over her nose, her face spattered in cum. In others she could see Miss Hills with a baseball bat jammed in her rectum, sucking two cocks; a brunette bombshell in a red pvc nurses’s outfit received an award for pioneering research into penis enlargement, and was celebrating the honour by fellating the club-sized trophy while pulling the cups of her corset down to expose her monster tits; the world famous pornqueen Tanya Monroe was seen posing in front of a line of ridiculously horse-hung studs, a sizzling hot expression on her face as she posed by holding the two inflated fucksticks that she was between by the base.

Candi moved on and beyond that, a long corridor stretched towards the east wing, which had photos on the walls of current staff. Once again this display favoured the thoroughly salacious and pornographic, with the first picture a large portrait of what the nameplate announced to be ‘Gina Taylor – head of supply’, a gorgeous blonde sexbomb with an epic pair of tits that strained against the zipped down PVC catsuit that she had on. The next picture featured a photo of a slightly more severe looking chestnut haired woman wearing a latex corset sucking on two simply enormous penises, both penetrating her ripe lips and her cheeks bulging, sending a scorching hot look at the camera. The nameplate said ‘Gemma Grayson – Head of Science.’

The next picture was one that Candi recognised well as she stood in front of it. It was her sister, Laura. A life-sized head-and-torso shot, it showed the blonde haired PE teacher hefting an astonishingly turgid and vascular cock, riddled with bulging veins, the blunt end pointed towards her face. Laura’s alarmingly gorgeous face was figuring an incredibly lurid and alluring expression of total horniness, her succulent lips formed into a sensual ‘O’ as she looked at the camera, with the gleaming head of the cock about an inch from them. The photo had been taken directly after it had unleashed a formidable cumshot, and there were several laces of thick, dangling, gooey semen that roped from the underside of the mammoth pillar of flesh, including one thick clump that extended from the gleaming purple tip of the organ that divided into two, one more pendulous pearly rope attached to Laura’s chin and the other creamy cord stuck to the tip of her tongue. Her face and hair was spattered with several ropes of thick fluid that were splattered over her chin, cheeks, nose, forehead and eyes, with streaks weighing heavily in her hair.

Candi knelt forwards to look more closely at the picture. The next thing she knew was a shock, the sound of fabric tearing, and a huge monstercock bursting out of the painting from behind her sister’s mouth to spear right into her own. The painting rocked on its hanging as a simply enormous penis split through it from behind, the bulging tip penetrating Candi’s mouth and filling it with cock.

Candi’s eyes bulged out of her head as her face was impaled on the monstercock that had shot through the painting from behind the wall. As she registered what had happened, she heard the click of heels on the floor and swivelled her eyes to the side to see who was coming down the hall. In order to do so she had to twist her head so that she could better crane her eyes to the side, and she felt the smooth, enormous, warm, bell-shaped cockhead shift in her mouth so that it pressed against her cheek, making it bulge obscenely.

It was Laura, her sister, coming down the corridor, a very assured grin on her face. Candi’s knockout older sister was wearing a scandalously whorish ensemble even though she wasn’t exposing a great amount of flesh. She was wearing a figure hugging long-sleeved black mesh top that had two black shiny PVC bands on it, one which went over her tits and the other which covered her neck. She was wearing black shiny wet-look leggings that clung to her legs with black strap platform soled-sandals.

‘Fuck, Cand, this looks like it’s becoming a habit,’ smiled Laura, referencing Candi’s ‘birthday cake’ incident.

Candi, her mouth too full to reply, raised her eyebrow a little and nodded her head slightly as if to say, ‘you’re telling me!’

Laura stopped a couple of feet from her sister and inspected the slutty eighteen year old mega-boobed teenage nympho, her t-shirt plastered in cum, a huge fleshpole protruding from her mouth, the bulk of which was still lodged inside the photo, emerging from where lips were.

‘Hmmm… this is confusing,’ said Laura, scratching her head, looking at the way that the brawny dick looked like it was coming out of her own mouth even as it speared into Candi’s. She caught a glance of Candi’s cap, ‘looks like the message on that cap is pretty accurate.’

‘You’re telling me!’ Candi said, gasping a little as she withdrew her mouth from the giant penis, being sure to take care that her lips were still attached to it by a fat, drooping, bubbly rope of saliva.

‘Did you get my message in the car park?’ Laura asked, as Candi hefted the huge, veiny penis towards her.

‘Oh yeah,’ said Candi, ‘and this,’ she thrust out her giant, cumsplattered rack.

‘You little whore,’ said Laura, ‘well Ian is a crack shot,’ she moved the dick back so that it was pointing at Candi’s face, ‘isn’t that right, baby?’

Instantly, the enormous cock recoiled and belched a massive wad of precum into the blonde teen’s face that splattered her right between the eyes. Candi yelped, and the fluid slowly oozed over her eyes and down her nose and cheeks.

‘Like I said, a crack shot,’ Laura giggled. ‘Well, you should run along. I’ll see you later when you’re settled in…’

With that, Laura took her pace in front of the phot and proceeded to treat the massive penis to an amazingly sloppy blowjob.

Candi shook her head, marvelling at the fact that Ian had used the element of surprise to get to her again without so much as revealing his face, and then went off down the corridor with her things as Laura slurped the megacock protruding from the photo of her own face.

After a while Candi reached Dorm C, a completely normal-looking corridor. About halfway down it, on room 3, was a door which ha the following painted on the front:

Miss C. Hart

Miss B. Poppycock

Candi felt a surge of pride at the fact that she had finally arrived, and also a gush of curiosity as she wondered who her roommate would turn out to be. And Poppycock! What a name!

As it turned out, she didn’t have to wait very long. Candi opened the door to a stylishly furnished room with two beds and a sink. On one of the beds, facing the door, a spectacularly gorgeous young girl was on her hands and knees. She had an absolute mane of beautiful, tumbling, shiny blonde hair that shimmed down over her shoulders and arms as she held herself up, a pair of incredibly full, plump, pink, dick-sucking lips pushed into an adorable pout, sexy, almond shaped eyes with flawlessly high cheekbones and dramatically arched eyebrows. A vision of slutty bimbo perfection, she had her voluptuous ass stuck in the air behind her, two unbelievably fully and lusciously curved cheeks swelling behind her. A gold chain ran around her waist, which could be seen on her slim back, but other than that because of her posture it wasn’t clear what she was wearing.

What was clear was the servicing and attention she was currently getting, with a thick-muscled young stud behind her, the fingers of his large hands sunk into her juicy asscheeks from behind, kneading them together, as he sawed an absolutely immense, muscular, vascular fucktool through the thick valley of the blonde’s ass-cleavage, the huge, angry looking purple head sticking up like a tower halfway over her back.

Both of them looked up as Candi opened the door, with the Blonde exclaiming, ‘Hi Candi - I’m Barbie!!’ at the same instant that the young man glimpsed Candi in the doorway. Cumsplattered, her face dripping precum, her tits sticking against her top, the young man groaned and released a thick blast of gooey, transparent precum that blasted out of his cock, sailed over the blonde’s back, and smacked against Candi’s face.