Candi arrives at School

After Candi’s big ‘goodbye’ to the three boys last night, all she could think about was what going to the new school would be like. The eighteen year-old blonde monsterboobed slut drifted off to a pleasant sleep, dreaming vibrantly of massive, meaty, rock-hard schlongs protruding out of the groins of muscular, ripped studs, churning fluids leaking out of their bulging bell ends. Slippery-bodied huge-boobed sluts circled the cocksmiths and wound around them sinuously, stroking, sucking and licking, as Candi sat in the middle of the orgiastic reverie, wide eyed as the thorough sexual abandon went on all around her.

The blonde teen woke up a couple of times during the night, and as the images of being spit-roasted and cluster fucked wreathed around her head, she simply had to snake her fingers down to her pussy, sending her middle pair of fingers deep into her steamy honeypot and clutching them upwards inside her to find her g-spot. The sensation made her climax almost instantly, sending her body squirming in delicious judders. When the night was over, the tousle-headed blonde had cum three times, and her loins were still stickily oozing with anticipation for the day ahead.

When Candi woke up she had the biggest dilemma ever in her life.

What to wear?

It was a conundrum. Her sister Laura has maintained that the school definitely did have a uniform, but that nobody ever wore it, which wasn’t particularly helpful. In any case, it was something that was going to be provided when she arrived, and she couldn’t possibly hope to pre-empt what it was. Leaving that notion where it was for the moment, she decided to go for the tried-and-tested, and began to assemble an ensemble that would make whoever saw her want to wreck her instantly, and destroy all three of her stunningly tight and inviting teenage holes recklessly.

With that, Candi marched her lean, taut body, fronted by the incredible proportions of her protruding, hemispherical tits into her large walk-in closet, seeing her reflection on all sides, and found herself surrounded by a bountiful array of alarmingly scandalous attire.

There was literally nothing in the wardrobe that wouldn’t have the effect of bursting trousers and breaking brawny cocks wherever she went if she so much as sashayed by, so the decision had to be made extra-carefully. Amongst the boots, crop-tops, latex gloves, crotchless panties, filthy PVC nurse uniforms, spandex leotards, leather micro skirts, mesh, fishnet and lace, she couldn’t see anything stand out. For a second she contemplated going in a naughty little plastic-vinyl schoolgirl uniform, but rejected it as both too predictable and too covering of her flesh. Any kind of parody outfit might send the wrong impression, so she narrowed it down still further.

In the end she decided to go classy.

First was the black peaked cap. Emblazoned on the front in a scandalously lewd, cartoonish design, was the slogan ‘DICK MAGNET’. The interesting things about the layout was that the curved part of the letter ‘D’ was by far the largest part of the two words, and was drawn as a huge, inflated, double headed monstercock, with a wild maze of veins protruding of the shining pink skin, with both bulging, cartoonish, heart shaped purple tips sticking out onto the left of the letter. The effect was to make the horseshoe-shaped sweep of the initial letter of the word into the same shape as a conventional magnet, and where the ordinary ‘lines’ of magnetisation emanating from the tips of the horseshoe-shape might be drawn, instead, plumes of sticky white jizz were spewing.

It was one of her favourite hats. In fact it was a present. The famous teenage pornqueen Diamond Gazongas had given it to Candi as a present on her 18th birthday, where they had both met and been absolutely destroyed by the monstrous, cum-spewing dongs sported by Mr White, Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell, and Robert Cummings, in a an orgiastic parody of a beach party organised by her older sister. Diamond herself had been given the cap by the crew of the all-time best selling anal DVD ‘If it ain’t broke then fuck my teen ass harder’, and was passing it along in appreciation at the incredible triple ass-reaming that Candi had been subjected to on in the precise instant of her transition into adulthood.

To follow this, Candi favoured a huge, chunky golden necklace with the word SLUT in two inch letters. In case the message still wasn’t clear, the teenage knockout whore struggled into a form-fitting hot pink t-shirt with a shredded front that stretched incredibly tightly over the vast bulging swell of her enormously inflated melons, the gorgeously smooth curves of her cleavage revealed all the way down the insides of her gigantic, jutting cans, the thinnest stretches of elasticated cotton suspended in narrow lines over her ballooning jugs. Deliciously curved expanses of underboob were surgingly prominent under the painfully stretched lower part of the t-shirt, which was tented out some way from her stomach, which was itself left bare. Candi put on a tight yellow mesh top over the t-shirt, and favoured nothing more elaborate than a hot pink bikini bottoms that lay merely a wisp of stretchy, shiny material over her pink honeypot but which curved up high over her deliciously shapely hips with little knots tied into them there. There was no alternative possible other than the classic transparent six-inch heeled stripper sandals with platform soles. Her body was absolute sculptured perfection, astonishingly tight and lean in the stomach, with deeply-etched lines of striation in the hard composition of her stomach muscles, and this was complemented by the honed, quintessentially toned character of her legs, with just the suggestion of quads flaring out of her thighs, but all of this merely served to set off her monumental pair of knockers, with their bulging, footlong projection out of her chest, the curved flesh hemispheres not far from her chin.

She was a Hart through and through.

Finally she was satisfied. She could do no more. It was time to leave. She had prepacked a number of suitcases and had fitted them somehow into her car the previous day, so there was nothing to do but strut down the driveway into her car and road out of the drive.

Candi drove fast. Usually she drove fast as a matter of course, but today she was especially keen to cover the distance, such was her excitement. There was no reason for her to abide by the speed-limit, since every time she was pulled over it was a very simple matter to talk her way out of a ticket. Not that such occasions actually required much actual talking, since whenever she was pulled over and the policeman came level with her car window and asked her to wind it down, she did so obediently and then went any further by snaking her hand out of the car, unzipping their flies, and opening her luscious lips to take their stiffly-inflating dicks straight down her throat. So far this had proved a terrific way to avoid tickets, fines, and points on her licence although that side of the car, inside and out, had over the period taken something of a pelting from the profusion of ejaculate that had been sprayed in the vicinity, with whatever hadn’t been splattered on her face, tits, or hair ending up elsewhere. Recently being pulled over had been quite a feature of her life, and Candi had begun to experience difficultly getting anywhere remotely quickly. She suspected that the local constabulary had put some kind of tracking device on her car, the easier to locate her. The last time she had been pulled over there had literally been a queue of coppers lining up against the side of her car to be the beneficiaries of the expert fellatio that the stacked blonde eighteen-year old hardbody whore could deliver. Candi drove off left in no uncertainty as to why it was called the ‘hard shoulder.’

In any event, there were no such disturbances this time, and Candi found herself pulling up to the gates of the school in short order.

Her birthday party, arranged by her dear sister, had been held at a country house some miles down the road that the school owned and used for interviews and conferences. It had been a nice place to be, almost like some kind of spa or old, fancy manor. This was more like the opulent gateway to a vast stately home, and Candi indicated in and then turned down the drive, which was in fact more like a long country road that snaked between endless beautifully manicured lawns, with the house so far hidden from view behind trees and the gentle undulation of the land. When it appeared, it was truly impressive – old, vast, columned at the front with imposing steps. There were other, equally old and statuesque parts attached to the main building, and other, almost equally grand buildings behind.

As Candi rolled up next to the frontage, she saw a sign that said ‘NEW STUDENTS REPORT TO RECEPTION’ and followed the signs for the carpark, which took her into a tarmacked section adjacent to the school where there was a fair amount of bustle. Cars were coming in and going out, and parents and students were hustling around with suitcases and other paraphernalia, heading to and fro. Nothing looked especially out of the ordinary. Candi knew better, and wondered how many of the parents here were fully clued up about what went on behind the imposing flanked columns of the school, and who would have an interesting surprise if they found out. At present, there was no way to tell.

The only thing that did catch her eye as she parked up was that of the plethora of eighteen-year-olds around, all of the females were stunningly gorgeous beyond the laws of probability. Each one was toned, honed, hugely top-heavy and magnificently ass-bombed. This was perhaps something of a clue as to the type of institution that they were all about to enter. None of the girls was dressed at anywhere near Candi’s level of complete and utter whoreishness, but again, there was enough to raise more than an eyebrow. In fact, Candi reflected, upon pulling up the handbrake and looking around properly, the amount of flushed fathers was a little bit of a giveaway.

Candi caught sight of one particularly busty teen that was flaunting herself in the carpark, strutting forwards with a very purposeful stride, with what was obviously her parents following behind her with her luggage on wheels. The deeply tanned blonde’s juicy rear was ballooning behind her, a neon pink thong poking up over the small of her back and going over her curved hips, while the frayed remains of shredded denim shorts clung in thin tissues of cloth over the smooth contours of her ass. Candi could only see the back of the girl, but the shiny black boob-tube and the tattoo on her lower back that snaked around to her front left a good impression.

Likewise, if Candi turned the other way, she could see another similarly provocative teenage vixen waving goodbye to a car that was just reversing out of the parking space it was in and heading away, with this delectable brunette, a genuine knockout with long tumbling tresses wearing a scandalously abbreviated purple skintight long-sleeve crop top with a zip pulled halfway down the front and the spherical swell of two smooth, bulging underboobs jutting out underneath it. This slut was only wearing a slender thong, with the look complemented by a dangling bejewelled bellybutton accoutrement and an ornate tattoo wrapped around her thigh.

There was the odd sheepish-looking male around, but nothing to match the cornucopia of devastating female sexual allure on display, although Candi, having been forewarned about the entry requirements for the male students, didn’t want to speculate too much just yet, hoping as she was for big things. She knew full well, not only given her sister’s repeated and not-so-delicate hints involving words like ‘monstercocks’, ‘schlong-hung’ and the suggestion that the average male student was little more than a life support system for a hulking megadick, but also by the experience with the initially quite unassuming looking Robert Cummings on her birthday, that all the male students in this school were in possession of some prodigious sexual equipment. With so many meaty logs of meat packed tightly into the trousers of the male students around her just waiting to be unleashed, she felt secure that even if the guys around her didn’t exactly look or act like typical studs, that in itself was no guarantee. And even if they were a little overawed by the smoking hot teenage sluts parading around at the moment, Candi knew that the second they pulled out their junk she’d be every bit as stupefied as they were.

It wasn’t strictly true that Candi would do anything for a hard cock.

It needed to be of a specific size also.

She got out of her car. Immediately she spied a couple coming towards her. They were a middle-aged couple walking arm in arm across the car park, both in their mid-forties. There was nothing outwardly extraordinary about them, and as Candi shut the driver’s side door shut and strutted to the rear of her car on the incredibly high heels of her platform stripper shoes, she noticed the instant gleam of interest in the man’s eyes flashing across his expression, which he inexpertly tried to mask from his wife. But with Candi flaunting her stacked tits, long legs, and with the slutty necklace and the message on her cap becoming more and more apparent as they got closer, trying to feign disinterest was a futile endeavour on the man’s part. By the time they were a few paces away, the man’s tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth, while what Candi took to be his wife eyed Candi a little suspiciously, a sideways squint aimed at her husband’s errant gaze.

Giving Candi a curt look, the woman disengaged from her husband and began to fish in her handbag for a pair of car keys, depressing the button as she found it and unlocking the car next to Candi’s in the carpark with a beep.

The man came around the side of the car closest to Candi, with the woman on the other side, the car between them.

‘Hi,’ said Candi to the man as he squeezed next to her.

‘Hello,’ said the man, ‘you look like you might be coming here to study.’

‘That’s right,’ said Candi.

‘We just dropped our daughter off here,’ said the woman, over the roof of the car to Candi.

‘Oh that’s so great!’ said Candi, ‘I hear it’s an amazing school!’

‘Well we’ve heard little about it,’ said the man, ‘but she insisted on coming.’ His hand was lingering on the handle of the passenger side of the car, his other one fluttering by his side, as if he longed to reach out and grasp Candi by her bare, bronze-tanned waist, or to slide it over the ridiculously outsize curves of her bulging tits.

Candi sensed this, and licked her lips a little, winking her left eye at him. With the right side of her profile facing the woman over the roof of the car, the little movement couldn’t be seen.

‘I just heard that it’s soooooo stimulating,’ said Candi, squeezing all the sexuality out of the word with the languid sensuality that she squeezed semen out of a particularly brawny tubesteak, ‘so I’ve always wanted to cum here. Ever since I was a little girl, in fact. It’s soooooooo hard…’ Candi continued, parting her lips suggestively and becoming breathy.

‘What…. What’s hard…?’ managed the man.

‘…To get into this school,’ Candi finished, with a filthy glance. ‘But I’m here now, and I just can’t wait to be stretched…’

The man gulped, his eyes beginning to bulge out of his head.

‘…intellectually…’

‘They grow up so fast, don’t they?’ said the man breathily, almost a whimper, before shooting a quick glance towards his wife.

‘They certainly do, Roger,’ said the woman, before nodding at Candi, opening the door of the car and getting in.

As the woman did that, Candi aimed a devastatingly sexual glance at the man before opening her mouth, extending her tongue at him before flickering it up and down lasciviously. At the same time, she snaked her hand out, whipped down the zipper to his flies with a practised motion, and slid her hand into his trousers, instantly grasping a rigid boner and pulling out into the open. Instantly, the busty blonde teenage schoolgirl slut allowed a fat globule of saliva to extend from the tip of her darting tongue, sliding downwards in a long, oozing rope where it connected with perfect accuracy into the tip of the man’s substantially sized penis, with Candi already having pulled his foreskin back to allow the bubble of liquid to coat the smooth, purple, shiny head.

The man gasped and almost gagged at the series of swift motions taking place, but Candi caught his gaze in a meltingly frank stare.

‘Why don’t you help me with my luggage?’ she whispered.

With that, Candi pivoted on her heels and led the man by his bulging dick to the back of her car, with Roger helplessly expostulating to his wife in the car a garbled phrase of excuse: ‘justaseconddear, justhelpingthisyounggirlwith… her… boot…’

Candi popped the boot of her car and swung it upwards, satisfied that it created a metal barrier between the back of her car and the front of the one next to it, and let go of Roger’s dick, posing in front of him with her juicy, smoothly-curved asscheeks pointing up at him, her legs perfectly straight, and her upper body leaning forwards.

‘Help me with my bootie, stud,’ declared Candi, hoisting the thin strip of underwear over the gorgeously globular swell of her curvy right buttock, giving her juicy glues a few twerking shakes and winking her tight asshole at him so that he was to be in no doubt as to the preferred orifice that she wanted to be penetrated in. Teasing him had made her super horny, and she wasn’t in any mood to waste the opportunity, slim as it may be.

Roger might have wanted to look around to see who was watching the indecent display, his slippery, saliva covered cock out in the open, but it was impossible for him to tear his eyes away from the dilated ring of Candi’s tightest hole opening out in front of him, and with an almost strangulated cry he thrusted his hips forwards and buried his granite-hard dick, rigidly inflated by only seconds of Candi’s expert seduction, into the tight teenage asshole ahead of him.

Candi cried out as she felt the meaty dick penetrate her backdoor in a swift movement, and she arched her back sinuously, flexing her booty, and then, as a finale to the winding, constrictive movement, looked back over her shoulder to send a scorchingly hot look back at Roger. Catching the heat in her gaze, Roger wilted, and instantly surrendered his load, his cock exploding in orgasm and pumping the blonde’s asshole with rhythmically expelled ropes of creamy spunk. As he pulled his dick from her rectum, Candi lifted one suitcase out of many from the boot of her car, and gave Roger a peck on the cheek, as the exhausted man tried to fit his slackening cock back into his trousers.

‘Have a nice drive home, Roger,’ Candi said, and took off through the carpark, leaving Roger floundering in her wake.

From there it was a short walk to the main frontage of the school. Candi, had let the string from her panties slide back over her asscheeks, was still happily carrying Roger’s spent load in her ass as she went up the steps with her bag. At the top the large imposing oak doors were closed, and a sign was posted up next to them which declared ‘NO parents beyond this point. Students only’.