Diamond is overwhelmed

Craning her delicate neck in the direction of the pool, Diamond saw her cap floating about in it, not far from where a stunning, statuesque blonde slut, clad in a white string bikini, the top of which struggled to contain her awe-inspiring tits while the bottom had been swallowed in between her hairless pussy lips, was luxuriating on an air mattress. As Diamond watched, the blonde placed her left arm in the water and pushed herself towards the cap, which she then fished out of the water. After waving at Diamond with her left hand as if to say thanks for providing her with some protection from the sun, the blonde put the cap on her head. Diamond now turned her gaze back towards Mr. White, glanced at his handsome face for a moment, then had her eyes turn downwards until the sight of his cock, from which thick ropes of precum were now dangling down below the rounded, fist-sized crown and the massively thick, vein-ridged trunk, caused a tremor to spread through her body as she once again found it almost impossible to wrap her head around the fact that the drooling, slowly throbbing monstercock before her was real and not some creation of her slutty imagination.

As her lust for Mr. White was rapidly getting out of control, Diamond did the only thing that she could think of and dropped down onto her knees on the balcony, her right hand slipping in down the front of her tiny PVC thong to brush against her juicing pussy as she looked up at Mr. White to send him the sort of sultry look that had him twisting his cock to the right before letting loose another mammoth release of precum. This time, the bolt of clear fluid cut across the pool and ended up hitting the right side of the parasol that was standing a few feet behind from the two lounging women, causing it to be pushed downwards and to the right for a moment before the almost two-metre long pole that served as the support for the parasol snapped free of its fundament and the whole thing collapsed onto the patio.

“And no, I didn’t miss what I was aiming for,” Mr. White helpfully informed Diamond, again addressing her in a friendly and casual manner as she looked at the collapsed piece of furniture, at the two women on the sunloungers who first looked behind them, then at each other before meeting in a spirited kiss, then turning her head to offer Mr. White another awed look.

“Holy fuck, Mr. White…” Diamond eventually gasped out, feeling how her teeny thong was rendered soaking wet by the wetness escaping her pink pussy, three of her fingers continuing to be pressed against her frothing snatch.

“You’ll have to see Mr. More, the school’s Religion teacher, for one of those,” Mr. White replied, taking a step forwards to almost bringing his cockhead within Diamond’s reach before surprising and disappointing her by reaching down with a decisive manoeuvre and pulling her back up onto her feet, before pulling her towards her.

The moment of disappointment that Diamond experienced at having her mouth moved further away from Mr. White’s cock faded away immediately however when she felt the underside of his colossal fuckpiece against her midsection, her pussy becoming a little wetter still each time that the regular pulsing that rose up through the massive slab of thick cockmeat reverberated through her body. At the same, Diamond had felt her huge tits being pushed apart by something, and when she looked down it was to find the whole of Mr. White’s plump, purple cockhead appearing out of her cleavage, his wide cumslit meeting her gaze while precum poured from it like an open tap.

“Mister Whi…” Diamond didn’t get further than that before the way in which Mr. White’s heavy balls were beating against her thong-clad snatch prompted her to surrender a horny moan that was cut short by him reaching forwards and placing his lips against hers, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.

As Mr. White’s throbbing nuts continued to stimulate her honeypot, Diamond pressed herself tighter still against him, wrapping her arms round his back to hold him tight, and while he grabbed hold of the back of her skimpy thong and pushed it aside, hooking it over her right buttock, she began to tremble violently against him, rubbing her pussy against his testes as an orgasm washed over her.

The kiss ending and Diamond’s head falling onto Mr. White’s shoulder, her angelic face sporting a dreamy smile as her climax slowly faded away, the busty teen continued rubbing her snatch against his nuts, the front of his cum-bloated scrotum gradually becoming coated with the juices that soaked through her sopping wet thong.

“Come on,” Mr. White smilingly ordered Diamond, grabbing hold of her tits and pushing his knees down before thrusting upwards again, getting her undivided attention by dragging the underside of his massive cock up over the finely etched musculature of her stomach and up between her tits, the meaty crown of his fuckstick damn nearly touching against her chin, “your interview isn’t over yet.”

After throwing one last glance down at the pool, alongside which the naked brunette was now standing with her hands firmly planted on one sunlounger and one leg on each side of it while her bikini-clad counterpart was on her haunches behind her, her face buried between the naked brunette’s buttocks.

“I’m ashamed to admit it,” Mr. White began as he led Diamond back inside the room, “but I actually haven’t seen any of your movies.”

“Why not?” Diamond managed to reply, walking alongside Mr. White with one hand resting on his cock, her arm twitching a little whenever another forceful throb rolled its way down the length of his member.

“Well… porn flicks are sort of superfluous when your entire life is like one,” Mr. White explained as he helped Diamond into an opulent armchair that looked like it might be older than her own country, seating her so that she was now facing the bed and positioned only a few feet away from its left side as he stepped back and sat himself on it.

Staring at Mr. White’s massive fuckpole, and gawking internally at the fact that she’d experienced one of her most powerful orgasms yet in her life merely by having it rub against her, Diamond caught a glimpse of something and turned her head to the right, aiming her gaze towards the nightstand. There, placed on top of the equally old but stylish little table made from dark, glossy wood, stood a framed photograph.

Inside the silver frame was a picture of what sort of looked like your average holiday snapshot, and at the same time most definitely did not. Taken in what looked to be the very early hours of the morning, the right side of the photo was dominated by a familiar shape, in the form of a tall, leaning stone structure that Diamond figured had to be the leaning tower of Pisa. On the right of the photo stood a huge-titted, slim-waisted and leggy blonde that Diamond recognized as Miss Hart, and who was positioned with the tip of her nose pointing at the silhouette of the tower as it stood far in the background. Wearing a white top that had been bunched up over her huge tits and a pair of faded blue denims that had been tugged down to expose her juicy ass, Miss Hart had her face turned towards the camera, aiming an impossibly slutty stare directly at the lens while her right hand was buried between her legs.

Meanwhile, Mr. White was standing behind Miss Hart, his jeans pulled down as well, and with his cock thrust in between her buttocks, its fat crown and plenty of its monstrously thick shaft appearing up through her ass-cleavage. Due to how he and Miss Hart were standing, Mr. White’s cock perfectly matched the shape of the famous tower, and looked to be just as tall and just as thick.

“Nice picture,” Diamond eventually let out.

“Thanks, Laura and I took it on our last vacation,” Mr. White replied, before Diamond again found herself staring at his mammoth cock. Even his nuts looked to be way, way bigger than she would ever have thought possible, and for a moment Diamond was lost in speculation as to how much cum those bad boys could pump out.

“Miss Gazongas,” Mr. White’s friendly voice brought Diamond back to the present, “another thing that is frowned upon in most interviews is masturbating in front of your interviewer.”

“Mr. White,” Extracting her right hand from inside her thong, and squirming in her seat as that reminded her that her ass was still completely exposed, which in turn reminded her how she was dying to feel Mr. White’s cock being buried in past her tiny asshole, Diamond raised her hand to her lips and made quite a show out of how she lapped at her fingers with the tip of her tongue, licking the clean of her own juices, “If there’s one thing we’ve already made clear, it’s that this isn’t like most interviews.”

“You’re quite right,” Mr. White smiled at Diamond, then grabbed hold of his cock and tugged it upwards to have his latest high-powered release of prejizz rocket its way past Diamond’s head, making a few strands of blonde hair rise up from the **** with which it sailed over its head on its way to the wall behind her.

“Damn, and I thought you Brits were stuffy,” Diamond gasped, after first admiring the massive stain that was now present on the wall next to the French doors.

“Really?” Ian cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, which somehow served to draw Diamond’s gaze back towards his cock, “Who met you downstairs?”

“A Mr. Campbell. Why?” Diamond asked, looking a little confused.

“David’s a nice chap, and his cock is thirteen inches long,” Mr. White explained, enjoying how Diamond’s jaw dropped as she thought back to the massive and friendly Scotsman, “and the aforementioned Mr. More is not only a supreme example of the very finest and most tolerant tendencies of the old C of E, but he’s also sporting a good sixteen inches between his legs.”

Diamond swallowed back some excess spit. Despite what the tattoo on her thigh said, Mr. Campbell had a cock to rival anything she’d ever had inside her, Mr. More’s cock sound too big for her to picture in her head, and Mr. White’s drooling pussy-pleaser looked to be even bigger than that.

“Fuck…” Diamond gasped, swallowing hard and again letting her eyes wander up over the long shape of Mr. White’s cock, again failing to measure it with her sight before looking up to meet the friendly look that he was offering her, “and you?”

“You’ll find out shortly,” Mr. White replied, “but let’s just say that the female teachers were all quite excited when the board had to be widened to fit my cock.”

“Board?” Diamond asked.

“Sorry, in the teacher’s longue there is a board with pictures and the measurements of the cock of each male member of staff, if you pardon the pun,” Mr. White explained, his voice suggesting that what he was talking about was the most normal thing in the world.

“You have pictures of all the male teachers’ cocks in your own lunchroom?” Diamond could feel her eyelashes flutter as her right hand came sliding down over her right buttock to clutch hold of the back of her thong.

“Well, the female teachers demanded it, in case they ever have to eat lunch all on their own,” Mr. White went on, “Apparently, they think looking at the board beats reading some trashy paperback while you eat.”

Not for the first time since she’d met Mr. White, Diamond had to look down at his cock to remind herself that this all wasn’t some weird dream. At the same time, she grabbed hold of the back of her thong and pulled it back, spreading her legs wide, even slinging them over the armrests of the chair as she exposed to Mr. White the bald, swollen lips of her pink pussy.

“Anyway, Miss Gazongas, this interview is supposed to be about you,” Mr. White decided as he rose to his feet, the clublike shape of his schlong once again aiming straight at the desperately horny blonde teen.