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Saturday morning rears its head as a week has gone by since young Jeremiah had any sexual intercourse. He doesn't believe in masturbating to relieve his sexual appetite. The next woman to come along would be the recipient of his bent-up sexual frustration and the massive load of cum that comes with it.
Kasey and Daphne were both unbelievable for the rest of the week. He thought about Catholic Sister Cecilia but she was called away on a church mission ironically in his home continent of Africa. He'd hoped for another round with Mrs. Hartman during the week and to talk her into losing her hideous bra to free her mammoth sagging melons, but she's back at work during the day after taking a few days off to get him settled into their home and has been spending more time with her husband Tom at nights, book club meetings in the evenings. The interaction they do have is usually with other family members present in the room.
Dana has been avoiding him and only says hi in passing but at the same time, Jeremiah feels like she has been spying on him. Rather than confront Dana right away, he's waiting to see how it plays out.
The older sister Jeremiah wants to fuck badly Scarlett has been dealing with personal issues. She suspects her boyfriend Greg is cheating since she doesn't have the same sexual appetite as he does. They've been seeing each other a little over 10 months now and only had sex a handful of times. The sex is good when it happens, but Scarlett believes that a relationship should be more than just based on sex.
As caring, funny, sweet, and loving her boyfriend Greg can be, he is also cruel at times. He has a habit of making fun of her breast size and has no shame in embarrassing her in front of their friends. He says it's all in good humor while Scarlett sees it differently. She has come so far in overcoming her struggles with being insecure about her massive chest.
Scarlett was diagnosed with having gigantomastia which she inherited from her mother's side of the family. She thought about getting a breast reduction, but besides being extremely costly, she doesn't want to leave scars on her body. By the time she turned her current age of 21, her bra size had reached its current humongous size; a 34L or 34M on any given day.
She started exercising and taking aerobics classes after she graduated from high school in hopes of balancing her colossal chest with the rest of her solidly-built form and lose some of the cumbersome weight she bears in her breasts. She wishes that some of her breast fat would find her ass that was in dire need of some meat.
Saturday 10:15 am
Scarlett's alarm clock goes off and she rises a few short minutes later and begins getting ready for her 11:15 am aerobic class. She brushes her teeth, washes her face, and quickly combs her dark hair with crimson red streaks out before tying it back into a ponytail. She then throws on a pair of purple leggings, a large sports bra and a massive regular supporting bra to minimize the bouncing, and an old baggy and faded tie-dye tee shirt. She grabs her gym duffel bag and stuffs it with some clean clothes, a pair of shoes, deodorant, and soap.
As she's making her way out the door by 10:40 am, "Hey Scar, wait up," Chris shouts from the top of the stairs. He and Jeremiah rush downstairs in their workout attire. Chris has on a red and white tracksuit and red headband while Jeremiah is wearing a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and a muscle shirt.
"Can we come? I want to get a nice workout in to look my best for tonight. This can be the biggest and greatest night of my life in more than one way," a gleefully Chris explains to his older sister.
She signs. "Okay dudes, let's go," Scarlett agrees.
Making their way to Scarlett's car, Jeremiah notices the heavy bobbing and swaying of Scarlett's jumbo-size knockers. Living under the same roof with two of the largest breasted white women he has ever seen up close is inhumane. The hung Zimbabwean has yet to catch any glimpse of Scarlett's world-class balloons without a bra on. The door to her bedroom is always locked even while she's home and chilling with the rest of the family in the living room. He hopes to someday soon see them in all their naked bulbous glory and explode their vastness with his hands, lips, and cock.
The Iron Kingdom gym is a short drive, arriving five minutes after eleven. Upon entering the double-wide doors to the gym, Chris becomes a little intimidated by all the sweaty muscular guys walking around and lifting.
"Don't kill yourselves while trying to look cool, okay?" Scarlett advises, heading off to her aerobics class in the next room as a familiar person approaches and calls out Chris.
"Hiya Chris and welcome to the Iron Kingdom Gym," receiving a warm welcome from Jennifer Stouffers with her bad nasal infection voice.
"Oh... Hi Jenny. I didn't know you worked here?" says Chris with no oomph in his greeting back.
"Yeah. I work only on the weekends for my uncle. He's the manager. Like my work shirt?" she models off.
Two massive torpedo-shaped jugs are housed underneath an ugly doo-doo brown loose-fitting shirt with mustard yellow strips that is currently tucked into her black slim jeans, enhancing the oversized facade of her chest missiles. The name of the gym, Iron Kingdom is largely written in black lettering and stretches across the front of her mountainous peaks.
"Cute," Chris replies nonchalantly.
While her dopey appearance did nothing for Chris, Jeremiah got a raise out of it. His big slumbering cock begins stirring in his sweat pants. Jenny can sense and feel Jeremiah's eyes ogling her football-shaped hooters.
"Hello again, Chris's black friend."
"What the hell Jenny! Don't be so blunt. You don't have to add the color of his skin when greeting him. His name is Jeremiah. Geez."
"I apologize, Jeremiah... Very odd name. Did your parents name you after one of the prophets from the Hebrew Bible?" a curious Jenny asks.
"No. They just liked the name Jeremiah," he replies with a simple answer.
"Uh okay. Well, enjoy your time. If you have any questions, ask Clark. He's the goofy-looking employee scrubbing the massage beds... So, Chris, you busy tonight?"
"I am. The band has their first live gig tonight at a killer birthday party."
"Cool! I can't wait to hear you play."
"Wait... You were invited?"
"Whose birthday party are we talking about?"
"Olivia Rockwell's big birthday bash."
"Oh wow, holy shit! You got invited to that princess's birthday bash?"
"Yeah... I mean, why go out and spend thousands of dollars on a much bigger and more popular band when you have the best and yet-to-be-discovered, Not Your Average Joes right in your hometown? Besides, who else is throwing a birthday party?"
"You know basement Kyle from school right? His parents are throwing him a 19th birthday party is in a couple of hours and my mom talked me into being the entertainment. So I'm dressing up as a clown and doing magic tricks. Becoming a clown has been a long time dream profession of mines. Anyways, perhaps after you're done jamming with your band at Olivia's, you can jam with me."
"Well good luck with becoming a clown and that's not going to happen, Jenny. Now if you excuse us, Jeremiah and I got some pumping iron to do before the party."
Chris drags Jeremiah off as Jenny wave goodbye and shouts, "Chris! I'm here if you need any assistants!"
Jeremiah turns his head around and watches her massive torpedoes bounce lively under her hideous work shirt from her motions. The busty nerd gives the Zimbabwean teen the stink eye before heading towards the back to the storage room.
