Diamond meets Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell

Diamond’s explosive spray of girlcum shot upwards in a shimmering fountain as she quivered and shuddered while Ian held her convulsing body by doing what at least half of the world’s population were aching to do and simply grabbed her humongous tits, squeezing the rockhard globes of the bombshell teen’s set of monster knockers, the smooth curvaceous surface filling his palms. As Diamond’s cries subsided, she saw Titania in front of her, the boobed young blonde titqueen smiling up at her, her massive knockers gleaming with their while pearly frosting of bucketloads of hot cum that was dripping off them in ropes.

‘Fuck, I’m drenched,’ said Titania.

‘Why don’t you take a plunge in the pool, Titania?’ Ian suggested, pulling his arm around Diamond’s waist as she regained her composure, ‘there are a couple of members of staff out there to keep you company.’

‘Maybe I will, Mr White,’ said Diamond, ‘and if you ever finish with Diamond today, just think of me out there in the baking sun, splashing around with my built-in floatation devices…’

Titania jiggled her chest, the enormous globes of bronzed titflesh that burst out of her slender 18 year-old chest barely moving, the rock hard solid mounds projecting far out in front of her, cum sliding off the slopes in ropes at her feet.

‘I’m unlikely to forget that, Tits,’ said Ian with a smile as he steered Diamond around, his hand around her waist, taking her out of the office and back along the landing of the large house. ‘Goodbye!’

Tits blew the pair a kiss and ran her hands over her round, cumslick melons.

Diamond, for her part, had re-tied the dress up around her neck and was now stroking Ian’s eighteen inch monster penis as they went along with her left hand, expertly milking it for ropes of translucent precum that dribbled from the tip and left a bit of a squelchy trail behind them.

‘So where now Mr White?’

‘As I mentioned, we’re going to see Mr Woodcock-Spatterwell.’

‘And what does he teach?’

‘Physics. Open that door, would you?’

Diamond and Ian were now in such a symbiotic state that the busty teen blonde pornqueen intuited just what Ian were asking her to do, and she took great pleasure in sliding her hand all the way down his engorged length from tip to balls, enjoying the feeling of the hard, bulging veins that studded the pre-cum slathered length it as she did so, and succeeded in eliciting a thumping discharge of gluey translucent precum that shot from Ian’s bell-end and smacked dead centre into the oak door in front of them, throwing it open and very likely embedding it into the wall that it crashed into, the sound reverberating down the corridor.

The door opened into an oak panelled office with a large walnut desk behind which sat a handsome, though slender, bespectacled man of about thirty. The man’s hands were holding a magazine, and Diamond recognised it as a new edition of an important anthropological publication called ‘PORNSLUTS’ that featured several pictures of herself on the cover in photographs taken from different films she had been involved in. In letters that looked to be made of a dripping gluey substance, the large teaser caption read ‘THE MANY FACIALS OF DIAMOND GAZONGAS’ and showed her gorgeous face adjacent to a variety of hugely erect cocks, most of which were either caught in the instant of projecting spunk into her face or having just done it, with the residue clinging to her in a number of decorous ways. All in all there were about a dozen different pictures of the big-titted porno minx on the cover, and in each of them she had been liberally blasted with cum. A large photograph in the centre saw her in a black vinyl ponygirl hood, four cockends pressed together all vying for being balanced on her tongue.

Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell jumped to his feet at the entrance of the two visitors, and in doing so the enormous walnut desk in front of him was instantly overturned onto its side, papers, books and a laptop computer crashing onto the floor. It was as if he had gripped it with his hands and flung it over onto its side, but Diamond, through shocked at the sudden commotion, still registered that he had both his hands in the air, clasped around the magazine. In an instant, while the huge desk rocked to a standstill in front of her, she recognised the cause of the disruption, and immediately clocked the vast-tent pole that was protruding from the strained material of Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell’s trousers.

‘Good Lord! Do excuse me,’ expostulated Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell, the teacher attired in a corduroy jacket with elbow patches, his glasses misted up, burbling other apologetic epithets.

‘This is Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell,’ said Ian, ‘Charles, this is Diamond Gazongas.’

‘Pleased to meet you,’ said Diamond, purposefully accentuating the teenage twang in her American drawl, pleased to be having such an effect on what was already to her evidently a quintessential Brit.

‘As I you, Diamond,’ said Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell, ‘I was most excited to hear that you were considering coming to our August institution I must say. I trust Mr White has been showing you the ropes?’

‘He’s been plastering me with ropes of cum, if that’s what you mean,’ said Diamond, the end of the sentence being punctuated with the very recognisable sound of stitches tearing in the fabric of the physics teacher’s trousers. A plume of precum ejected from the tip of Ian’s monstercock and splattered against the ceiling as if to prove her point, the sticky stuff dangling down like a gluey stactite.

‘Not quite what I meant, Diamond, but point taken,’ said Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell, clearly aware of the disruption that was becoming increasingly relevant to his groin area in the trousers department, and pacing the opened-out magazine over the area in a vain attempt to camouflage the protrusion.

‘Yeah, I’ve taken a few points today, Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell,’ Diamond continued, now practically fisting Ian’s rod in her left hand, ‘and one big fucking point in particular.’ She leaned over and opened her plump lips to place a slutty, slurpy kiss against the round tip of Ian’s bell, end, strands of precum connecting her mouth to the rod when she drew away that hung downwards.

‘Splendid,’ said Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell, ‘well we’d be delighted to have you on board. I was just saying to Laura, Mr White, just saying to her only half an hour ago that we could now afford to increase our entrance grades, and she agreed with me.’

‘What did she say, Charles?’

‘Well between you and me Ian she wants the inches quotient for our male intake to come up to fourteen inches but I told her assured I didn’t think it was going to possible. You see I don’t think she appreciates that…’

Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell was about to waffle on when Diamond decided to release her grip on Ian’s monster schlong, put her hands behind her neck and untied the black dress. The strips of cloth fell down and exposed her massive breasts. The two huge orbs jutted from her bronze-tanned chest like a pair of footballs, capped by dainty little-eraser tip nipples. She put her hand on her hips and thrust her boobs even further out.

‘Ah…ah….. ah-a-a-a-a----h-h-h-h-h-h-….’

Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell looked like he might well explode. He gaped at Diamond’s perfect, huge tits.

Suddenly there was another ripping sound, this one more distinct and prolonged, and it didn’t take a genius, considering from where the sound was emanating from that the physics teacher’s trousers were coming apart at the groin area. There was a final wrenching sound as the material gave, and the trousers came apart completely, limp fabric hanging off the teachers legs, some exploding away upwards to hang off the lightshade.

Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell hadn’t moved the magazine from where he had had it clutched in front of his groin, and then, suddenly, Diamond squealed in surprise as a monster-sized, purple, throbbing, heart-shaped, heart-sized cockend tore through the pages of the periodical, appearing just in the centre of the largest photograph of Diamond’s face and in fact protruding up through her open mouth so that for a second the physics teacher’s cock looked almost as if it was emerging from there.

Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell dropped the magazine but it remained impaled on his enormous protruding meatstick, and the magazine slowly slid down his shaft towards his groin. Speechlessly, Diamond observed the progress of the magazine down the cock with open mouthed abandon comparable to the way her mouth was wide open on the front of the magazine, as the glossy pages sank further and further downwards, more of Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell’s schlong was revealed.

And there was a lot of it. Most noticeable was an immense dorsal vein on top of the teacher’s swollen penis that was easily the thickness of a finger, and which lay all the way down the shaft. It branched off into multiple veins as it approached the enormous, smooth, bulbous head. The whole length was comparable to Mr White’s cock in both length and girth, and it throbbed angrily as it projected horizontally out from the teacher’s groin. Could it be eighteen inches? It certainly wasn’t far off.

Suddenly a thick blob of extremely viscous precum appeared at the widened tip of Mr Woodcock Splatterwell’s cumslit which was projected forwards in a beam. It flew through the air and ended up smacking against the centre of Diamond’s chest, sending a spatter of really thick prejizz between her knockers, much pasted onto the inner shapes of her jugs.

Diamond noticed, once the magazine had slid all the way down to the physics teacher’s balls, that there was a black band around Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell’s heaving member, the black band pulsing with each prodigious swell of the muscular organ.

‘What’s that?’ asked Diamond, puzzled.

Mr Woodock-Splatterwell carefully swept up the piece of jewellery that was clasped around his cock. He took it in his hands, and proffered it to Diamond.

‘It’s a choker, Diamond. It’s for around your neck.’

‘It’s very nice,’ said Diamond, observing the black band. She took it and fitted it around her slender neck. A small electric light was in the centre of it. ‘Thank you.’

‘I designed it,’ said Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell, ‘especially for you Diamond. You see in a way it’s a measuring device.’

‘Measuring what?’ Diamond asked.

‘Well there’s a sensor attached to it, you see,’ the physics teacher explained, ‘which is now positioned at the bottom of your throat, just above your clavicle. And that little sensor will sound a little beep when… ah…’

‘When what?’ Diamond said.

‘When a cock gets all the way down your throat,’ Ian said.