"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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The next day Mr. Manhorse arrived late for class. As usual. But this time Ms. Carnale made no mention of his tardiness. In fact she hardly glanced at him as he entered the room.
Several minutes later Mr. Manhorse coughed loudly. Looking up Ms. Carnale saw that he was beckoning her to the back of the classroom. She ignored him and went back to grading the paper in front of her. Another coughing fit erupted, louder this time.
With a sigh of resignation Ms. Carnale rose and walked to the back of the room.
"Show me," he demanded when she reached his seat.
"What?"
"Show me." he repeated. "Show me your big juicy tits!"
"Don't be stupid!" She snapped a little louder than she meant to. She glanced around. No one was paying any attention.
"Come on, Busty, show me those giant titties of yours!" He was stroking himself as he looked up at her. He reached up and undid the one button holding her jacket closed.
Quickly grabbing the lapels. she looked around again. Still no one was paying any attention.
Stepping a little closer she glared down at the smug look on his face.
"You want me to show you my gigantic titties in this classroom, while there are other people here?" Her voice was incredulous. Her eyes were locked on his groin where his manual manipulations were causing his shaft to grow larger and larger.
"Yeah, that's what I want. And I don't think you mind as much as you pretend. Now, come on, Chesty, show me!" His voice was as confidant as ever. Ms. Carnale wondered for a moment if he had ever done something like this before. It didn't matter she finally decided. IF he had done this before he had never done it with anyone like HER!
He had undone the only button holding her blazer closed. After glancing around, making sure the other few students were paying no attention she slowly spread the lapels apart, showing her young admirer how her blouse was filled to bursting by her gigantic titties.
As he watched, enthralled, Ms. Carnale inhaled deeply and arched her back. Stress lines appeared as the blouse's fabric was stretched to the point of failure. Her nipples, rapidly hardening as he watched, poked thru the fabric of her bra and blouse. This was exciting!
She was showing off her immense breasts to a student. Right in her classroom! She shook her chest left and right a couple of times. He stared at her chest, watching them bounce and shiver just in front of him.
"Man, those are some big titties you got there," he whispered. "You shouldn't hide those beauties. Just like Principal Tits, you should share with the rest of us!" Eyes roaming over the mountains of flesh hidden behind bra and blouse, he was breathing a little harder and still stroking his big dick.
Taking half a step toward him, Ms. Carnale's breasts jutted out, far out over his desk top. Her pussy rubbed up against the corner of his desk as she gently swung her massive chest back and forth.
"So, you like my big, big titties, Mr. Manhorse?" Her whisper revealed that she knew the answer. He really, really liked her really, really big tits. She could see that his dick was rock hard in his pants. She continued to slowly shiver her tits in front of him.
With snake like speed both his hands struck! He pinched her erect nipples, hard!
She gasped in surprise and then glanced around again. No one was looking at her. No one had heard her reaction to his clamping down on her nipples. They were reading or trying to nap. Nothing ever happened in her study hall.
Except. Except that he was still pinching and pulling on her nipples.
Her pelvis was rocking against the corner of his desk top. She could feel her pussy starting to seep fragrant pussy juice as she reacted to what he was doing to her.
"Ungh" Was that her? "Ungh!" It was her! He was pinching and pulling on her nipples and she was loving it! Her hips moved faster. She was pressing herself against the desk top as hard as she could.
"It's cool" he whispered. "No one is paying any attention to us back here." He smiled up at her. "No one will pay any attention. So, go ahead and enjoy yourself, Busty."
"Let me go, you bastard", she hissed. She could have just stepped back but that didn't seem to occur to her. He was twisting and pulling, pulling and twisting. Her nipples were pulsing, throbbing with excitement. Why wouldn't he stop?
Her hips continued to press forward and back, up and down. More and more juice was leaking into her panties.
"UNGH!" She couldn't be that loud. She clamped her lips shut.
"You love it, don't cha, Blondie? You crave getting tittie twisters, letting your huge titties get man-handled by someone who knows how to make you enjoy it!" His voice was echoing in her head as she felt a small orgasm flash thru her.
Just from having her massive titties groped and played with. He had made her cum! She couldn't catch her breath.
Suddenly he stopped!
She lurched forward as his hands left her boobs, her pussy spasmed again as her sudden movement forced the corner of the desk a little deeper between her thighs.
His hands were resting on the desk. His smug look as he watched her try to pull herself together told her that he knew what he had done to her. What he had forced her to feel. And that he knew he could do it any time he wanted.
Without a word she pulled her blazer back around her and fled to the front of the room. She could tell that her face was red, the heat was rising from her chest in waves.
Sitting in her chair, head down as if looking at the papers in front of her she waited for her nipples to stop throbbing. Her panties were dripping wet. She hoped that the hair falling around her face was hiding the blush of orgasm that was finally starting to recede. If any one saw, they would know.
And worst of all; she was so HORNY! What ever he had done just now had ignited something. Her flush may be fading but the feelings he had aroused in her were not. He had teased her with just a little orgasm. She needed more; so much more. She glanced up at Mr. Manhorse. For once he was not looking at her. He seemed to be reading a book. Why wasn't he looking at her?
By the time the class bell rang Ms. Carnale was beside herself with lust.
Mr. Manhorse began to saunter to the front of the room.
Before he could reach the door she was there. Her back braced against the door, she locked it while staring at his face.
"Was there something you needed, Chesty?" he asked.
She did not reply. Instead she pulled her jacket open to again show him how her massive breasts were encased in her skin tight blouse. She could feel her nipples harden as he stood in front of her. He was relaxed, gazing at the sight of his teacher pushing her big, big tits at him.
A lazy smile grew on his lips as he watched. She started to slowly shake her shoulders back and forth. Breasts wobbling and quivering she stared at him.
"You like big titties, don't you, Mr. Manhorse?"
"You know I do, Busty. You know I do!" He had lost none of his smug swagger while he took in the sight of his teacher posing for him, breasts out thrust and bouncing for him. "I really like big titties."
"Show me, Mr. Manhorse," she demanded. "Show me how much you like big titties like mine." She thrust her self forward even more, almost losing her balance in doing so.
"Wait," she commanded before he could reach out. Grabbing her shirt in each hand she pulled as hard as she could. Buttons flew! Bouncing off Mr. Manhorse, they fell to the floor between them. Neither was paying any attention. Both were gazing at the over flowing bra that was now exposed. Hillocks of flesh rose between the bra cups, over taxing the capacity of Ms Carnale's huge bra.
Slipping out of both the shirt and blazer, Ms. Carnale pushed her boobs together. Rising up, the twin mountains created a head engulfing cleavage.
For the second time that afternoon Mr. Manhorse caught her expanded nipples and twisted them. Pulling and pushing, he made her breasts wobble all over her chest while still twisting hard. As he worked she could feel the excitement building in her breasts. Heat and flashes of excitement mingled as she sighed and moaned.
