"Big Tits, Big Dicks, Fantasy Fucking"
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Dweeb was studying in the library when he felt some thing soft and large press again his back. At the same time his eyes were covered from behind.
"Guess who?" a sultry female voice asked. The weight on his back shifted back and forth.
"Um, Billie Jean?" He ventured.
"Do these feel like Billie Jean?" The pressure spread as she leaned harder against him.
"No, I guess not," he admitted. "Those feel, um, ah..."
"Larger?"
"Yeah, larger. Bigger. Um..."
"Damn right, bigger! Much bigger, you know! Much bigger!" She wiggled left and right against his back.
"Um..." he had no idea what to say.
"It's me, stupid!" The hands were removed and Barb Fulman stepped around to face him. She was wearing one of her trademark sweaters that was pushed to it's limits by her big, fat titties. Her nipples were evident under the sweater and bra she had on.
"Oh, hi, Barb! How you doing?" He tried to make eye contact with her but that massive shelf of breasts made it hard. In so many ways!
"I haven't heard from you," she pointed out. "When are we going to, um, get together?"
"I'm ready when you are," was his come back.
"I can see that," she cooed. She reached out to stroke the bulge in his groin. In leaning forward she was now pushing her boob against his shoulder. "This part of you certainly seems ready!" she giggled.
"Well how do you expect me to react when a pretty girl with the biggest rack in school pushes herself up against me? I am a male you know."
"Oh, I'm not sure I'm the BIGGEST in school." Her tone made it clear that she did indeed think she had the largest breasts in school. But she didn't want to sound like a braggart.
She leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "They are only 44 inches around, you know. I wear a," she paused for effect, "I wear a 34-j cup brassiere!" She took a deep breath before she continued. "And not everyone shares my 'If you got 'em, flaunt 'em' attitude. But I like the reactions from the guys. How they gape at my huge tits and stare as I bounce down the hall with my big milkers shaking and quivering in the teasing little outfits I wear. My skin tight sweaters get me a lot of attention! I know I've seen you look often enough!"
"You're not wrong," he admitted. "And it seems that you admire men with, um, larger attributes than others." He nodded to his lap where her hand was still stroking up and down on his semi-hard-on.
"Opps," she giggled as she took her hand away reluctantly. "You have to admit no one has seen anything like this before! Billie Jean told me she measured you to be fourteen and a half inches long. That seems unlikely but I want to be sure. Why don't you come by my house tonight and let me see if she was exaggerating? Mom's working night shifts this week so we should have some time to ourselves."
"I'll tell Mom we are working on a school project together. She trusts me so there shouldn't be a problem."
She leaned against him even harder and licked his ear before pulling away. Standing there in front of him she pulled her sweater down tight and took a deep breathe to show off her amazing figure.
"I'll be there!" Dweeb told her as he tried to fumble his dick down his trouser leg.
"Great," she responded before she turned and strutted away, hips swinging. Dweeb could see her tits bouncing in rhythm as she left. They jutted beyond the sides of her arms.
Dweeb found another note on top of his books in his locker. "It makes me shiver every time I think of what a gigantic dick you have. Your Secret Admirer".
'Two days in a row? Who could this be? And how do they know that I have a big cock?' he wondered as he made his way home.
Later that afternoon he lay in bed providing some pre-sex relief to his aching balls while imaging what might be about to happen with Barb. 'No way to tell', he decided. 'I hope we fuck a lot! I'll find out soon enough'. he decided.
And so, at 8:15PM Dweeb rang Barb's doorbell. He had waited and watched as her Mom got into her mini-van and drove away. They wouldn't be disturbed for hours according to Barb.