It was another of our parties. Now we were all about 25 we hardly drank much booze. In fact most of us reckoned we had bought more in the two years before we were the legal age of 18 than in the two years after.
Food is tax free and that made a difference to us young teachers that night. It is also excellent for stamina and almost as powerful at lowering inhibitions as alcohol.
I was in the kitchen slicing bread for the next round of sandwiches when a pair of tits pushed their way into the room. I recognised them as belonging to the biggest tease of our year group. Now she wasn't wearing falsies. These were real. We knew because we had seen them growing till she had a bigger chest than any of our teachers but it would have been easier to get a hold of some of our teachers' tits than hers.
Just to be sure she had married last year to a man about 5 years older and 50% bigger than any of us. He looked normal unless you saw him in a door frame and his size just frightened you.
She kept on walking round to see me and stood at my shoulder looking down at the big breadknife plunging into the loaf and out and back in again: the opening slit moving down the white wall. I felt her touch my arm with one of her deliciously massive breasts.
At first only at the top of a new slice, then further down, then when I was on the out stroke I was catching that flesh in the crook of my elbow. By this time my tongue was nearly hanging out and I was trying to catch that breast between my forearm and my bicep to give it a squeeze. I could now feel the warmth of her thigh close to mine, close as I dared slide my foot.
Risky, I was thinking. Don't want Vlad (as we called her husband) to come through and catch me. But I wanted to feel her hips against mine.
Then it occurred to me that everyone through there was either involved in or preparing for sexual congress. I kept thrusting the big knife into the bread and trying to 'accidentally' squeeze her in my arm while I counted them out. It didn't make sense to see her in here but then I heard a rhythm coming in the half open door. Two men,
"Hu." And the reply,
"O-up!" from a deeper voice. Vlad's voice. Vlad was being impaled. I understood everything. Poor Mary had been dumped, ignored, humiliated in front of her old classmates.
I took the knife out of the bread, reached it over her shoulder and pushed the door shut. I took my other hand off the loaf and held it under her faraway breast and started to draw her face on to me, bending back my right arm round the back of her neck in case she tried skipping away. She started to swivel but then she hesitated.
"You're not going to get me," she said.
I bent my wrist in and let the cold steel touch her throat. Just the back of it - I didn't want accidents.
"Slide down your hotpants, Barbi, then slide off mine. You can look but don't touch."
The look on her face was classic. Eyelids up, pupils dilated, mouth fallen slightly open, a sort of imploring look especially as she had to look up at me to meet my eyes. I stepped in and lightly kissed one of hers.
"Take them off. I'll give you something for your mouth," I said. Straight on to her, no messing.
It took five or ten seconds for the color to climb back into her cheeks.
"If you are going to cut me then, well we'll see if you will do it. If you want to fuck me, show me what you have got to do it with."
I took the blade from my hand and laid it down beside the slices. Then moved the same hand over to the bread and brought up a slice.
As soon as I began to feed it into her still open mouth she slipped her hands down to her waistband and let the scrap of cloth slip over her hips to the floor. I started to massage the front of her breast - the one which was not already touching me. She had to use such a heavy bra that I couldn't be sure if she would feel me.
I watched her tear off a mouthful of bread with her teeth and place the remainder beside the knife. Then she found my waist, brought both her hands to the front and quickly slipped one down over my shorts to my crotch.
She saw me breathing in - I was going to remind her she was not to touch yet - and she swung in to face me.
"I'm not," she said through the bread. "Just cloth. I need to know if you are big enough to be worth it."
I certainly am and the next I knew my shorts were about my ankles and she was craning her neck over her huge breasts to see my third eye looking up at her. I was stunned for a moment. We had, all our set had, dreamt about this.
Then I shuffled the pair of us round till we were away from the work top but not so far that I couldn't pick up the butter. I stepped round behind her and told her to grab the edge of the wood. I had judged right - she had to bend so much that her back was nearly flat so I laid the butter on it and pulled her buttocks apart.
"Perfect," I said, stepping in close so I could jam them apart with one thigh as I reached forward for a knob of butter. She jumped as the soft cold mess touched her ass-crack but the tub was safe between her hips. I took another knob on my thumb and held it to her pretty little exit hole.
She realised where I was going and jerked in some breath.
"If you're careful, you'll get in. But you're bigger than him."
I just kept pressing my thumb, shrugged and said, "Have another bit of bread." We both knew we didn't have all the time in the world.
She snorted and reached up towards the bread. When her fingers came on to the knife blade she got a sudden shock and her ring relaxed for an instant.
My thumb slipped up her a bit. Her ring was greasy with the butter and it knew it had been defeated. I could have forced my thumb right up without any trouble. She knew it too.
"Just hold it in John. Hold it a minute."
She tried to stop herself quivering and began to crush my thumb. I pushed harder and twisted slowly. While I waited for this unequal tussle to end in my favor I got some more butter and blessed my penis with it.
Her ring was getting slacker and her breath made a slight moan each time she let it out. It was time to spread her properly.
I pulled out my thumb and she made a little gasp. The small dam of melted butter which had been held up by my thumb flowed inside her.
Then I put my penis to the little oily gap that was still there and held it steady. It was going to be tight. Dreaming about having her this way was over. This was real.
