"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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A note to start things off. Many of my readers have asked, regarding other stories that feature a Mrs. B. if it is THE Mrs. B from "Mrs. B's Story". They are not. I just like the shape of the letter 'B'. It is evocative of the sort of women that I write about. This Mrs. B. is Mrs. Carla Bigge. Pronounced with a soft g and a hard e. Not Biggie. Okay? I hope that helps.
Here we go:
*****
Monday:
I walked my girl home. It's what we always did.
We were a natural couple. The envy of everyone at school. I am a wide receiver on the football team. She's the Head Cheerleader. And you can forget all those cheesy jokes. Allison isn't like that at all. Which is a damn shame because she looks like she would be so freaking good at it!
Allison has cock sucker lips, for sure! Plush pillows of pink perfection. Always a little pursed as if she is about to kiss something. Drives all the guys crazy! And that's not all she has going for her.
Allison has the best body in school. She stretches her sweaters with a vivacious pair of Double D's. They sit high and proud on her chest, drawing admiring glances no matter what she wears. Her legs are killer and her waist is thin and well toned. Allison is sexy with out even trying. And God knows, I've been trying since we started dating the summer before our Senior year. Almost six months ago!
Six months and nothing. Except blue balls. Hot dates that end in frustrations and hand jobs. Done by myself, to myself. Allison is home in bed and asleep. But I have hope! She's bound to cave one of these days.
Not that she doesn't know about sex. And she seems to enjoy it. The make out sessions are often initiated by her and she knows how to talk dirty. So she does enjoy sex. At least some aspects of sex. She teases me all the time!
As we step onto the front porch she slides into my arms and gives me a scorching hot kiss. She can really kiss. As she is squirming against me I can feel her stomach, her boobs and her pelvis moving against me. With the usual results. I'm eighteen, for God's sake. I spring a hard on. A big one. In the neighborhood of a foot long hard on!
And Allison knows it! Pulling away from me she pats the bulge in my pants and says,
"You just keep Mr. Big, here, ready for when I'm ready!" She giggles as she opens the door and lets me follow her into the kitchen.
"Hi, kids," trills Allison's Mom. She's working at the kitchen counter and I take a moment hoping she's wearing something tight. I think she has a nice shape but she never shows off. Mrs. Bigge, is where Allison gets her good looks. She is a couple of inches taller than her daughter and maybe a little bustier. Hard to tell under the loose casual clothes she prefers. But if she tried a little she could pass for almost her daughter's age!
"I'm heading up stairs to study, Mom, feed Dirk a cookie or something, will you?" She pats my cheek and giggles again as she saunters by, her hips swinging, boobs bouncing (just a little) and starts up the stairs. Watching her climb those stairs in that skirt is like watching a whole room full of aerobics all at once.
I turn back toward the kitchen and catch Mrs. Bigge. looking at my crotch.
She realizes that I saw her and starts to turn red before reaching for the cookie jar.
"You were checking me out, weren't you, Mrs B," I accuse her with out thinking about it.
"No, of course not," she responded, turning away from me. She busies herself at the counter.
"No, you were totally looking me over, Mrs. B," I declare as I move to her side. "You were staring at my bulge! It's Allison's fault. She gave me a hot kiss on the porch." I'm brushing my hip up against her hip as I continue. And I'm trying to check out her boobs under the blouse she has on. "She's always giving me a big hard on and walking away from it. See!" I pull her hand to my crotch and put it on my erection.
"Nuh, No...No, I wasn't..." she faltered. "Don't be silly, Dirk."
"Well, why are you still holding my dick?" I wonder. Her hand is gently squeezing up and down my cock.
"No, no, I'm not..." but she hasn't moved her hand. If anything, she's getting more aggressive in fondling my semi hard on. It feels good. Its as much or more than Allison has ever done in the months that we have been dating.
"Yeah, I get it. You're shy!" I'm almost laughing at her. "Here, let me make it easier for you." I reached down and without bothering to unzip or anything, I push my pants down to my knees.
"Dirk, stop it!" She protested.
"All you have to do is stop fondling my cock, Mrs. B," I point out to her. "Just let it go." At the same time I'm standing closer to her than ever before. Her body and mine are pressed up against each other. I can feel her one tit smushed against me. And it's a big tit! Bigger, I think, than Allison's!
"Just let go," I repeat.
"I can't," Mrs. Bigge sobs, her voice cracking. "It's too big, too long and thick." She almost sounds desperate as she is jerking my cock fast and hard thru my underpants! "It feels so good!"
She looks up at me. There is a pleading look in her eyes.
So I kiss her! I lean down and slam my mouth against hers. My tongue pushes hard agains her lips and I force it into her mouth! I'm kissing her as hard as I can. Driving my tongue deep into her mouth, licking her lips and then going back into her mouth again.
Mrs. Bigge. is gasping and mewling, her body is pressed tightly against mine as we kiss and kiss. I kiss her for what feel like an hour, reveling in the press of her body against mine. Feeling her big titties squash against my chest. They ARE bigger than Allison's tits, for sure! I'm listening to her moan and whimper as we keep on kissing. Allison never made sounds like this. So sexy!
And all the time she's yanking on my dick like she wants to snap it off and take it home. Fat chance. Firmly attached!
I finally pull away. She's gasping for breath, shaking in my arms. She can't look me in the eyes. And she is STILL yanking on my dick! I don't think she's even aware that she's doing it.
"You love that big hard dick, don't you, Mrs. B?" I'm smirking at her as she tries to pull her self together. She finally manages to loosen her grip on my cock, but her fingertips never loose contact with it.
"I think you should call me Carla," she whispers.