Tutoring Tits

When the door swung open, Diamond, who was feeling the last tremors of her orgasm sweep through her voluptuous frame, opened her eyes just a little. About a nanosecond later, they had been rendered gaping wide by what she saw. The room that laid beyond the door was a cosy little office, furnished with a desk and complimenting swivel chair in one corner, and two comfy armchairs placed on opposite sides of a low, round table in the other. But it wasn’t the furniture that interested Diamond, but rather the woman slumped down in the swivel chair.

Apparently waiting for Mr. White to show up, she been leaning over the desk, one hand propping up her chin whilst the other drummed against the tabletop, before the door suddenly swinging open had sent her shooting to her feet. The woman looked to be of the same age as Diamond, with golden blonde hair and a complexion like honey and caramel. Leggy and statuesque, with a tight midriff, waspish waist and an achingly beautiful face, the teenaged beauty was quite a stunner.

But the thing about her that really caught Diamond’s eyes were her tits. They were round, as bronzed as the rest of her, and positively huge, even bigger than Diamond’s own, or Zoe’s or Miss Hart’s. Staring at the two massive orbs of firm, luscious titflesh swelling underneath the red braces that the woman was wearing, Diamond felt a pang of jealousy as she realized that each of them were easily as wide as the other blonde babe’s waist, and substantially bigger than her head as they exploded out dramatically from her slender but curvy frame, her cleavage a thin line separating the two massive boobs from each other. In Diamond’s estimate, at the point where the gap between the braces and the woman’s finely muscled stomach was at its widest, this being directly underneath her bulging, gargantuan knockers, it was probably somewhere around ten inches wide, the two identical stretches of red cloth seeming as taut as guitar strings where they were stretched tight in front of her midsection. Moving her gaze downwards, Diamond saw that the braces were clipped onto the waistband of a pair of frayed, faded denim shorts, so drastically cut-off that they didn’t even make it all the way down to the woman’s thighs. Stretched almost as dramatically as the braces by trying to fit over the blonde titqueen’s wide hips and juicy ass, the short-shorts lacked both buttons and a zipper, meaning that the front had taken on a shallow V-shape, revealing that her pussy was shaved completely smooth and glistening wet, her clit engorged and her labia swollen.

“Mr. White!” The blonde cried out in greeting of her teacher, her flawless face lighting up when she saw him, before her eyes went wide at the sight of Diamond standing in front of him.

“Oh my god!” Recognizing Diamond, the blonde seemed so ecstatic at this that Diamond found it tough to maintain her jealousy over the size of the other woman’s chest, “You’re Diamond Gazongas!”

The room was filled by the groaning of the brass clasps securing the braces to the blonde’s shorts as her ginormous boobs swayed, bounced and heaved as she raced nimbly across the room on the six-inch heels of her red stripper sandals, a predatory smile on her face as she closed the distance between Diamond and herself.

Diamond gasped, and then the blonde was upon her, thrusting her tits against hers, mashing the two sets of full, round titties together while pressing her lips tight against Diamond’s, offering her a ferocious kiss that pushed Diamond back closer to Mr. White, his cock being caught between them, leaking precum out between her shoulder blades.

While the kiss lingered on, and Diamond did her best to match the tempo set by the unfamiliar blonde, she made use of the fact that the size of their chests meant that their crotches were still well over a foot apart even after their boobs were mashed as tight together as possible, titmeat starting to spill out over their sides, and moved one hand down across Diamond’s belly and proceeded to caress her pussy with two fingers, focusing on her clit and her pussy lips.

“This, Diamond,” Ian said while the girl-on-girl snogfest continued, “is Titania Titts, who’ll be in the same year as you.”

“But everyone calls me Tits,” the blonde announced, pulling her mouth away from Diamond’s and slowly running her tongue over her plump lips.

“Uh-huh,” Diamond murmured dreamily, as Tits kept on playing with her juicing snatch and as she glanced down at their tits mashed together like that, forming a vast, bulging expanse of prime grade titmeat spilling out between them.

“I’m like your biggest fan, Diamond,” Tits explained, with no small degree of exuberance.

“You can say that again,” Ian said, with a thin smile, “Tits, Diamond’s meant to be here strictly as an observer. She’s going to learn a little about our tutoring system before she becomes a student here.”

“You’re joining the school?!” Tits asked, and when Diamond nodded her head, the bustier of the two top-heavy blondes plunged the two digits inside the other’s snatch and purred out a husky “We’re going to have so much fun…”

“Tits,” Ian spoke in a helpful tone, “observers’ don’t usually have their pussies played with.”

“Aww… You’re no fun, Mr. White,” Shaking her head, Tits pulled her fingers out of Diamond’s honeypot and took two long steps back, before licking the two digits clean, slowly and noisily, twirling her tongue round them as she licked up every last drop of Diamond’s juices.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Diamond rejoined the conversation, having recuperated enough from the shock and awe of seeing Tits’ tits for the first time that she moved her hips up and down to slide Mr. White’s cumtube between her firm asscheeks.

“Has he fucked you yet?” Tits asked her new friend, spitting her fingers out of her mouth and curling her lips up into a filthy smile that clashed with the angelic features of her face.

“Uh-huh,” Diamond replied, making a brief pause before continuing with a breathless “Best fuck I’ve ever had.”

“Next time, I want to suck his cock right after it,” Tits announced, sounding so horny that it was practically dripping off her tongue.

“And I want to see your fat, sexy titties bouncing while you ride this stud,” Diamond replied, in the same tone of voice, and grinded her ass against Mr. White’s cock once more.

“Girls,” Ian was pleased to see the girls apparently getting along famously, but still wanted to keep things moving along, “that will all have to wait.”

“Oh… same procedure as usual, Mr. White?” Tits asked, though she didn’t miss the opportunity to pout a little.

“Precisely,” Ian nodded, and paused to kiss Diamond’s slender neck, “slip out of that slutty little outfit and assume the position, please.”

Grinning naughtily and winking at Diamond, Tits took one step further back and placed her arms behind her back. Next, she inhaled deeply, causing her chest to rise and appear even bigger than usual, after which she tensed up her stomach muscles and pushed her tits out even further, the two orbs straining the matching straps of red cloth until Diamond was certain that they would be torn to pieces.

Suddenly, and with a sharp metallic snapping noise, the right side clasp of the braces lost its grip of the waistband of her teeny shorts, causing it to shoot upwards, up over her shoulder before swinging back and ending up dangling between her legs. Less than a second later, the back clasp on Tits’ left side let go too, and came whirling up over her shoulder and down her front, flying in between her legs to smack against the other one.

“First time I tried that, I nearly took an eye out!” Tits shared with Diamond, smiling lustily while bringing her legs closer together and wiggling her hips to make the shorts, now without anything to hold them up, start sliding down towards the floor.

“Diamond, why don’t you take a seat?” Ian suggested as Tits’ shorts reached her ankles and she slipped out of them.

“Couldn’t find a tie, Mr. White?” Tits giggled as Diamond sauntered over to one of the armchairs, thus walking away from in front of Ian’s colossal fuckpiece and giving Tits a first glance of the pink thong that was slung round the thick base of his member.

In response to this, Ian manipulated the muscles in his groin to bring his cock forwards until its head was lower than its base, causing the skimpy undergarment to come slowly sliding down the length of his cock. When the spaghetti-strap waistband had reached his cockhead, Ian grunted and had his fuckpiece spring upwards, cutting through the air and sending the thong flying off it to sail through the air and splatter down onto the desk behind Tits.

“I’ll shut up now, Mr. White,” Tits grinned, shrugged her shoulders, and turned around, walking up to the desk before grabbing hold of its edge and leaning forwards, pushing her heart-shaped ass up behind her and smiling at Diamond where she was sitting in one of the armchairs, one foot resting on the table and her other leg slung over an armrest while she slowly stroked her pink pussy, the sight of which made Tits lick her lips.

“Now, Tits,” Mr. White said, sounding friendly and interested as he walked up behind Tits and dropped onto his haunches, his mouth suddenly less than two inches away from her sex, “what can you tell me about the Chartist movement?”

For the next half-hour, Diamond observed the curious tutoring session, watching as Ian asked various questions to Tits and licking her nether holes while she answered them, working his tongue and lips back and forth between her pussy and asshole, making her gasp, moan, shriek and cum as she leaned further and further in over the desk while blasting it several times over with long, voluminous sprays of girlcum. It had probably been a first in world history, Diamond thought, that a woman had climaxed while talking about William Gladstone’s view of the Irish question.

And while watching all this unfold, Diamond had been constantly playing with her pussy. About fifteen minutes in, while Tits was sending her particularly lustful and sultry look, she’d worked two fingers of her left hand up her bunghole and had been wiggling them about in there ever since, and had pelted the seat of the armchair and the floor in front of it with her own clear ejaculate.

“Excellent, Miss Titts,” Mr. White eventually said, rising to his feet and letting his cock slap down onto her juicy bubble butt, its length stretching out across her buttocks while its head rubbed against her back, arched due to the sheer size of her boobs as they pressed down on the desk, her hands now flat against it and her elbows sticking up above her semi-prone form along with her sexy booty, “You’ve definitely earned this…”