Dweeb
Chapter Seven
Dwayne Volunteers in the Library.
Marie and Dwayne had spent the afternoon together again in the back of her van.
Earlier that day Dwayne had found another note from his secret admirer in his locker. It read:
"Sweetheart,
I love giving hand jobs. Stroking men to give up their cum. In private or in public. I'll use both hands to slowly pump you to full length and then force you to spew your delicious seed! And I'll eat up every drop! I am a true cum loving size queen. We were made for each other!"
"When we meet you will see how I out match all your other lovers! Not even Mrs. Fulman comes close to having the equipment I have! She measures barely 49 inches. I'm more than 10 inches bigger than she is! We are going to have so MUCH fun!
Your Secret Admirer"
It was spooky the way the messages kept showing up and he had no idea where they were coming from.
But now he was spending some time with a girl who was even better equipped than Mrs. Fulman!
Marie no longer looked like a Goth. She had had her hair trimmed and she had lost the black makeup. More importantly, she didn't smother her figure as much as she had in the past. It was impossible for her to disguise her 54-26-38 figure, of course, but she wasn't trying anymore. If there were men that were attracted to her lush figure she wanted to meet them. And meet them she had.
And she took some pride in the fact that she had bumped Barb Fulman down a peg to number two when it came to which student had the largest breasts. In the past she would have shunned the attention. Now she reveled in it! She had a hot date anytime she wanted one. All she had to do, she found, was to look at her victim and take a deep breath!
Dwayne was still a favorite partner but they were not exclusive.
"You know, Dwayne, you should volunteer at the Library. You would be a favorite there, I'm sure!"
"What's this all about, Marie?"
"Have you met the new Librarian? Mrs. Smoogle retired due to health reasons a couple of weeks ago and now there is a new Librarian. I know you'll like her. And she's going to love you!" The object of the Librarians interest was clear from the way Marie was using both hands to bring him back to a full hard-on. They had only had time to fuck three times this afternoon and she wanted another bout.
"Alright," he told her. "I'll check it out. Now do you want to titty-fuck or sixty-nine?"
As it happened they had time for both.
And the next day Dwayne met the Librarian.
Ms. Teatsworthy was a petite woman that seemed to be in her forties or fifties. She was alway smiling which made for a big change from the dour Mrs. Smoogle.
Ms. Teatsworthy was built like a bowling ball. She stood perhaps two inches over five feet and today she wore a blazer, white blouse with a poofy bandana at the neck. Dwayne had by now had enough experience to recognize that she was attempting to downplay her figure. It was, to an extent, successful. But he could tell that she had an amazing top-heavy figure. Why...
"Dwayne, could you please stop sorting those books and give me a hand in my office," she asked interrupting his thoughts.
"Of course, Ms. T." that was the nickname that all of the students used for Ms. Teatswothy. "I'll be right with you." He stacked the rest of the books on a nearby cart and followed her into her office.
"I hate to bother you, you've been such a great help, but I need assistance of a rather personal nature. I hope you won't mind?" She was sliding off her bandana and then began to unbutton her blazer.
Putting the blazer over the back of her chair she then started to unfasten her blouse. As she slowly undid one button after another more and more of her cleavage became visible. There was, as he had suspected, a LOT of cleavage. He was frankly staring as he watched to see what was hidden under her clothing.
He gave a startled gasp as she doffed her blouse. The fact that she was not wearing a bra made the sight even more incredible! This woman was built beyond imagination! Her breasts were SO big! As he watched her magnificent boobs quivered and shook, bounced and shimmied as she moved to sit in her desk chair.
Her amazing ovoids hung, wider than her hips and well past her navel! These were not the sagging, flabby breasts that one might expect of someone of her age! No, these were proud beauties with exceptional depth and projection! Dwayne considered for a moment that they might be implants! But that was unlikely for a Librarian. Ms. T. could have made a fortune on the circuit but she chose to work in a high school library.
Dwayne re-examined her amazing pulchritude. Her bosom was incredible. Each one stuck out proudly, well over a foot in front of her groin. And they overhung a waist that was trim and relatively slender. As she sat in her chair her massively majestic mams over-filled her lap. They reached beyond her knees and were piled several feet high!
"Jesus, you have the biggest tits I've ever seen!" he choked out.
"Watch your language, young man," responded Ms. T. sternly. "I do not have 'The biggest tits you've ever seen!' Regretfully, I have been cursed with an over abundance of mammiferouse tissue. It has been a constant source of aggravation and trouble for me since I was twelve years old and only a 28 Double-D! Ever since I have been subjected to the most crude, rude and unwelcome attention from others!
"Over the years I have developed a course of treatment that minimizes my discomfort and physical aggravation. You will help me in the course of this treatment!" Her tone told him that she would brook no contradiction from him.
"Now, what I need you to do to begin is to massage my shoulders. The excessive weight of these massive mammary glands causes a lot of physical stress, and massage is the only relief that works. So get to it. And make sure that your hands are warm. I detest being touched by cold hands!"
Stepping behind her, he made sure to tuck his hands under his armpits to make sure that they were warm. It seemed to have worked as she made no objection as he started to gently massage the muscles of her shoulders and upper back. He noted as he worked that her muscles were defined and strong. And very tense.
"You can be a bit more aggressive,' she told him. "Deep tissue massage is the best approach, I've found. And apply some of this oil as you work. That is also helpful!" She handed him a bottle that was in her desk drawer.
Dwayne worked assiduously for ten minutes before she called a stop to the massage.
"Alright, that's enough. The next step is to provide a vigorous inter-mammary massage. Just let me..." she reached for the bottle of oil which was now almost completely empty and dumped what remained of it into her colossal cleavage. Using both hands she smoothed the warm liquid onto and between her pontoons. Her breasts jostled against each other, swaying back and forth, being lifted and dropped as she worked. He could hear them slap upon the top of her desk. His dick was rock hard as he watched her.
"Alright, now make a fist and push your hand in between my mammaries from the front. Make sure that you are creating movement, that as you thrust back and forth, that you are causing the flesh to be jostled and vibrated!"
Yes, Ma'am. I can't believe I'm fisting your giant boobies! Sexy!"
"NO! Not sexy, therapeutic! You are not 'Fisting my giant boobies!' You are just providing an inter-mammary massage. The passage of your hand and arm, the vibration and quivering that is produced helps to ensure that my ridiculously over-large mammary glans remain firm and do not droop excessively! Without this treatment I would present an unacceptable spectacle, jostling, bouncing, heaving up and down as I walk. This treatment helps to minimize that unwanted attention! It has proven to be so successful that I don't need to wear a brassiere under most conditions" She seemed pleased to be able to tell him that.
"I will hold them up for you so that you can get the proper angle and the best penetration to the depths of my cleavage. You must reach as deep as you can as you are pumping your hand and arm as far between my bosom as you can reach. Try to reach the bottom, if possible! If your fist can touch my sternum that would be optimal! But do not despair if you can't. Most of the people that help me with these exercises are not able to do so!"
For a moment Dwayne wondered who else had assisted Ms. Teatsworthy in these endeavors. But that thought faded away as he eased his balled up fist and lower arm into the crevasse between her enormously over-sized megalithic mountains of mammary tissue.
For the next several minutes Dwayne fisted, that is, massaged, the largest pair of breasts he had ever experienced. As he watched her cleavage swallow his entire hand and forearm he wondered just how big her bust was. Over sixty inches was his estimate. She was larger even than Marie! Much larger!
Harder and faster he worked. As she had predicted he was not able to reach the bottom of her cleavage. He was getting close, he knew but not quite getting there.