"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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Wednesday
Another day at school. Tuesday had left me with another set of fabulous memories! Tit fucking Allison's Mom was amazing! Really looking forward to doing that again!
Today Allison seems a little more subdued than usual but that could be that she's having issues with some of the other cheerleaders. And she doesn't complain about anything. We have lunch as usual. Ordinarily I'd get an earful about this or that going on with the cheerleaders or some such. It's hard to not tune it out. And there is never a quiz. All I have to do is seem to be listening.
Walking to her house is the same as usual. Well except for my anticipating what Mrs. B, Carla, would be wearing today. Yesterday Carla had all but destroyed one of Allison's t-shirts in a effort to show off to me just how huge her tits were. A very, very successful effort! She had coaxed me into blowing three amazing loads of cum. All over her as well as deep into her convulsing cunt!
And as we stepped into the kitchen I was tingling with anticipation wondering how Carla was going to be dressed. So disappointed! Big floppy, oversized Giants sweatshirt. At least I know the "Giants" thing is accurate. 34-NN bra barely containing her tits? Truly gigantic!
Below that she's got on a mid thigh, loose skirt. No hose. No heels. No apparent attempt to tempt me with her amazing figure. To say I was let down is an understatement.
"Hey, kids," Mrs. B trills as usual as we come in. "Have a seat, I've made brownies with walnuts, Just the way you like them Allison." She gets us seated across from each other at the kitchen table and slides a dish of brownies between us. Two glasses of milk appear as if by magic.
"Okay, dig in, kids," she instructs. "Dirk, you look a little peaked today. Have you been working out more than usual?" she winks at me without Allison seeing. We both know what she is referring to!
"No, I'm fine," I respond, smiling back at her.
Mrs. B walks behind Allison, toward the fridge. As she does so she stops in profile to me, arches her back and runs her hands down the front of the sweatshirt, throwing her huge tits into prominence. Smirking at the look on my face she shimmies her shoulders and we both watch as her boobs jump and leap under the sweatshirt. With all that movement she can't be wearing a bra!
She continues on to the fridge and just as she reaches it she turns and, using both hands, pulls the bottom of her sweatshirt up to her shoulders! No bra! Both huge titties fall out into the open, quivering and bouncing right in front of my eyes. I've gone from nothing to full on erection in seconds thanks to the teasing Mrs. B.
To drive the point home of what a busty, teasing bitch she is, Carla cups her massive left boob with both hands, raises it to her lips and runs her tongue around and around her nipple before she quickly draws the now erect nub into her mouth. Her cheeks dimple as she sucks on her nipple for a few seconds. Smiling proudly she displays to me how hard her nipple has become before she draws her sweatshirt back down over her gigantic funbags.
Returning to the kitchen table she takes a moment to wipe off a few crumbs. Her rubbing movement causes her breasts to shimmy and shiver under the sweatshirt. She smiles secretly at me while cleaning up. As she walks behind me she 'accidentally' drags her boobs across my shoulders and the back of my neck.
"Allison, can I borrow Dirk? I need to get some things down from the top shelf in the laundry room. They are too big for me to handle, I'm afraid. But Dirk should be able to handle them easily, right, Dirk?" Her smile is benign but I know what she really means.
I'm out of my chair before Allison has a chance to answer.
"Sure, I'll handle those big things, Mrs. B. I'll be right with you!" I lean over and kiss Allison on the cheek.
"Oh, Dirk, not in public," she responds. "I've got a lot of studying to do, anyway. I'm heading up stairs."
As she is reaching the top of the stairs I'm standing in the laundry room with my pants down around my ankles and Carla is sucking on my dick like there is no tomorrow.
"God, what a big, hard dick, Dirk! I just adore it. It feels so good in my mouth and in my hands." she exults while wanking me with both hands. "I wonder, how far do you think you could cum? Let me try and find out."
She rises to her feet next to me. Doffing her sweatshirt she mashes her titanic tits against me. Pulling my head down she kisses me frantically while moaning and whimpering. At the same time she keeps up her hand job. Wanking and pulling on my hard-on she starts talking dirty to me. Encouraging me to cum as hard and as fast as I can.
"Here, Dirk, squeeze my big titties, won't you? I love to feel your strong hands on my fat titties." She smiles up at me and moans a little as she feels my hand grab as much of one huge tit as I can.
"Show me how much you can cum, Dirk! Splash your semen in front of you. Can you spurt two feet? Three feet? I want to see how much and how far you can spurt for me!" Her hand is racing up and down my shaft, spreading the precum which is oozing heavily from my dick head. Slicker and slicker, it feel amazingly good as she keeps whispering to me and manhandling my dick.
Just a few moment later I let loose with the first of many ropes of cum. The first one shoots out and hits the wall almost four feet away. I swear it's still rising when it splashes heavily on the wall and starts to crawl downward.
"Oh, God, that's amazing," Carla mewls as she drops to her knees. Another wad shoots over her head and lands just short of the wall. The next three cover Carla's hair and face before she takes my dick head into her mouth and suckles the rest from my spasming cock.
