In all his 12 years as a high school teacher, John Hardwood had never regular entertained the thought of getting involved with one of his students. It was simply unacceptable in his eyes, even in the case of one particularly student named Chloe Owens.
At the age of 18, Chloe possessed a figure that was suitable for a porn star. Chloe's immense cup size was a source of great speculation that was often the subject of sizable betting pools among the other students. Chloe was fairly cute, oval shaped face, short brunette hair, green eyes, a rather long pointy nose, high cheek bones with a dash of freckles on her ivory white skin and doubled chinned, so needless to say it was her behemoth spherical-shaped tits that garnered all the attention.
The size of watermelons, Chloe's tits were the largest pair John had ever seen or heard of and she persistently showcased her prize-winning jugs in tops about two sizes too small. The way her monstrosities always seem to wobble, sway, and quiver like giant water balloons drooping off her chest made it hard for him not to be extremely aroused whenever face to face or lack there of with her. Everything from her chest down to her waist was burdensome, plump obtruding flesh of every breast man's desire. She also liked to wear tight jeans to better showcase her large, shapely bottom that invariably drew the attention of every male in viewing range of it. The fact that all of this had developed on a 5'4 frame that was otherwise as willowy as a supermodel's made her overly abundant charms all the more impressive in scope.
Not surprisingly, Chloe was constantly having to deal with amorous attentions of every male student attending the school. Male faculty members also made moves on her and some, if the rumors were to be believed, were even successful. Rumors also stated that she often used her charms to achieve good grades without the inconvenience of homework. Indeed, this seemed to work on every male teacher she had, except one being John Hardwood.
"You wanted to see me sir?" Chloe asked, as class was let out and she stayed behind at the request of her teacher.
"Yes Ms. Owens. Have a seat," John replied, indicating a chair on the opposite side of his desk. Chloe dropped down in the chair with a nonchalant attitude that caused a tide wave to erupt beneath the flimsy white tank top and mammoth green bra she was wearing. John's eyes were transfixed. His head moved up and down with the titanic motions of her gelatin breasts until they finally stopped wobbling and rested in a mass accumulation in her lap. She smiled warmly in greeting.
"I must say sir, you look rather nice today," she stated as she moved her chair up closer to his desk, then learned forward causing her monstrous knockers to spill onto the surface of his desk. John knew exactly what Chloe was up too and completely ignored it much to Chloe's evident annoyance.
"Thank you Chloe but I have something serious to talk to you about," John replied keeping his eyes centered at Chloe's eyes to avoid all temptations to look down at the mountainous soft cleavage on top of his desk. "I want to discuss your current behavior in my class."
"What about?" Chloe questioned, as if she didn't know what he was talking about.
"You realize your failing my class Ms. Owens," John stated.
Chloe rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh as if she didn't care.
"Yes Mr. Hardwood. I am aware of my low grades in your class," she replied.
"Your attitude shows me that you don't care rather or not you pass this class. You need this class to graduate Ms. Owens," John added.
John leaned back in his chair and watched Chloe pick at her fingernails.
"Are you listening to me Ms. Owens?"
"I heard you Mr. Hardwood. Just shit at home is crazy right now," she responded.
"Language again Ms. Owens."
"Sorry sir."
"I understand your having a rough time with your parents divorcing Ms. Owens but I expect all of your attention in my classroom. Your at the point where there isn't much hope left if you continue to slip the way you have been."
"Understood sir... Plus, mom is working double shifts now and I have to play mommy to my little brother while keeping my own job," Chloe explained, as she sat back from desk, lugging her colossal heavy tits back into her lap, trembling sinuously. "So I haven't had time to do much homework and study for test."
John felt his cock growing pass the hem of his jeans so he leaned back forward to elude showing his hard on.
"But I told you we could make arrangements for you. Tutoring perhaps but your mom always seem quite busy to have a meeting with me."
"Now you know how I feel," shrugged Chloe.
"How about I come over for a tutoring session?" John suggested.
"What? A fucking tutoring session?" an alarmed Chloe questioned. "And sorry about the language."
"Sure. Why not? I'm not married nor have kids, so I have plenty of free time after school. This way I can help you understand the work I'm teaching personally," John explained.
"I usually have to work and when I'm not working, I watch my little brother while mom is at work."
"When are you off?"
"Tonight actually."
"Great! I'm sure your little brother can keep busy to himself for a couple of hours."
"Alright, Sure. How's 6?"
"Works for me." John was ready to stand up but remembered his dick was throbbing hard and sat back down. "See you tonight."
"See ya," Chloe replied with a hint of glee in her voice. As she stood up, her behemoth boobs heaved and John couldn't help but to watch Chloe walk out of his classroom with her huge and ample rear-end mounds bobbing from side to side. He looked down at the bottom of his shirt and saw a medium sized small spot of pre-cum.
"Don't do anything to embarrass us tonight," John spoke to his hard dick.
Around 6:00 that evening, John arrived at Chloe's house for the tutor session. Her little 12 year old brother answered the door and invited him in.
"Hello. I'm Mr. Hardwood from Hudson Heights High school. Is Chloe here? I'm suppose to be tutoring her," John asked.
"Aren't you a little too old for my sister?" her little brother replied.
"Too old?"
"I guess she forgot about the session because she's in her room, down in the basement exercising. You can head up there if you want. She doesn't like me anywhere near her when she's working out."
Although John thought it would be best just to wait but his curiosity got the better of him and decided to head on down to the basement to Chloe's room. He could hear a loud punk rock band's music blaring the speakers. He came to a door at the bottom of the basement with a stop sign symbol on the door that read: GTFO (Get The Fuck Out).
John turned the doorknob a little bit to peak inside and the music was undeniably deafening but the music soon became insignificant as his jaw hit the floor after spotting Chloe.
Standing in front of a mirror, Chloe had on a ridiculous undersized army-green T-shirt and doing the most tantalizing jumping jacks John had ever seen, that was sending her tremendously floppy and braless breasts soaring up and down and walloping into each other. The shirt draped loosely over her torso giving her immense tits much room to maneuver and only the tan pinnacle of her pendulous udders peaked from beneath the shirt with a hint of peach-colored areolas. Her tits definitely came to a full stop at her navel.
John moaned as his eyes were filled with ecstasy and his dick sprang hard as it looked like Chloe was bouncing basketballs underneath her shirt.
Chloe finished doing jumping jacks and started skipping on one leg that oscillated her oversize gelatin hooters in a more steady pace and Mr. Hardwood was attempted to jerk his hard dick on the spot as watching porn and reading the magazines never got him so hard. No women in any of his previous relationships managed to get his dick to be hard as iron just by looking.
