Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  And she sure came quite often…

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  Everyone always talks about the great things that happen at college. The parties, the booze, the drugs, and yes… the girls! That was my biggest hope. Somehow I’d gone my entire high school life without so much as holding a girl’s hand – let alone kissing one or going all the way! Well, that’s not entirely true. There was that time when I reached out to push the classroom door open just as one of the cheerleader girls tried doing the same, and my hand accidentally touched hers. I’ll never forget the look on that poor, perfect face. A mixture of revulsion and detestation. Like she’d just stepped in a pile of some unmentionable goo. A real life tainting substance.

  But when I saw that girl staring at me, with her pretty face and that awkward expression, I remember how badly I wanted to whip my cock out and spray all over that mouth. She was quite a catch as the old geezers might say. Instead, what actually happened was I turned bright red as an iron and stumbled backwards, mentioning something about after you miss. And that pretty much sums up the closest I’d ever gotten to a real, live woman. Physical touch was a big deal to me. I went home all of that week AND the next to jerk myself off, thinking about the sensation of her skin on mine (and several times in the school bathroom).

  But now, being in college I felt some semblance of hope you might say. With so many new women and the general feeling of freedom, of liberation from our households back home… it was supposed to be beautiful. The girls would be flocking to me! Lining up against a wall for me to pick and choose the best looking of the bunch. If I wanted a girl with a nice, round and plump ass – then I’d simply point at her, and she’d be mine.

  That was the dream…

  As it turns out, in reality, I was as bad as or even worse with girls than I had been in high school. Whereas it seemed many of them had matured, both physically and mentally, I remained the same reserved, shy, bashful creature I’d always been. And so far no one had taken pity on me or found the meek appearance to be adorable or cute in any way…

  One blond lady walked by me during my first week on campus. She was hauling a heavy load of bags. I went over and stuttered something out, asking if she’d like me to carry those for her. The girl, and I kid you not, just rolled her eyes at me and laughed without so much as slowing down a single step. She laughed at me. My innocent act of kindness had been rejected. And this was the introduction my college dreamland…

  Keeping that in mind, I resigned myself to focus on studying and working hard. If I couldn’t get the girl, then I’d at least get the A+.

  And that strategy seemed to be working quite well. Most of my time was spent laboring away, churning out notes, or other such scholarly things. My spare moments were used looking at porn, peeping at the local girls as they walked across the campus, and compulsively masturbating to them. The usual nerd’s life.

  But that would all soon change…

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  During my reclusive studying period, I had applied to be a teacher’s assistant for any of the professors on campus. I didn’t much care which. A little errand boy, if you will. Being somebody’s bitch? No, I wasn’t too particular about whose. Luckily, within a short duration of time I had been assigned to one of the ungrateful, pompous dimwits.

  I received a letter in the mail, the envelope smelling of strong, feminine perfume. It was short and to the point – your basic, hello I’m so glad to have you on board, welcome, blah blah blah, please report to room 203 on Monday at yada yada. The standard crap. Signed by some obtuse moron by the name of K. Thruste. I imagined some kind of fat and unsightly man. The sort who had forced his secretary to send out this perfume laden note. It didn’t really matter. Any idiot would do. Another notch to have on my resume…

  And as I walked over to room 203 on the appointed day at the appointed time, I couldn’t help but stare at the countless women scurrying about the grounds and halls. Beautiful things! Many wearing some tight-fitting attires, which seemed to accentuate their feminine parts in just the right places. They made me so horny… All I wanted to do was grab one of those snobby bitches by the hair and force my dick inside her juicy little cunt. It made me terribly angry being able to see all these tempting girls, but never being able to attain any of them for myself. I was the proverbial fat kid in the candy store – only they’d put me in a glass box just beside my favorite treats – left to stare and slobber, forever denied a taste of the mouth-watering goods.

  There was one cute little thing wearing a pair of the tightest and perhaps the shorts jean shorts I’d ever seen in my life. Anyone looking on would assume they had been painted on her skin. All you could see was the dark coloring holding firmly against her round butt. All I managed to do was sigh and shake my head, once again knowing that something this fine, something this wonderful, would be out of my reach forever. I was like one of those wacky cartoon villains who is always trying to steal something but never has any luck. Only my suffering didn’t end after two commercial breaks and a thirty minute time slot. My pain and frustration stayed with me every second of the day. Every little tick of the clock. I felt the bitterness seeping through my body; despite the generous amount of jerk-off sessions I had, they did little to relieve the actual root of my despair.

  My hand would always be with me! I’d always have it. Stroking myself while staring at some internet ass or fantasizing about one of the comely campus whores only took me so far. I, more often than not, sat in my chair afterward with the unsatisfied cum running down my hand… just shaking my head in disgust. Yeah, I could rub one out, but it didn’t have any feeling or satisfaction. The act only seemed to intensify my craving for a real feminine experience…

  And so you can imagine my surprise when I walked into room 203 on that fateful day...

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  The door had been left open, and so I entered without a sound, finding the large room entirely empty – aside from one woman seated in a chair at the side opposite me, her body turned around and bent over (the top portion of her hair left exposed), rummaging for something beneath the desk. I knocked twice on the door.

  “Oh!” the woman exclaimed, spinning around in her swivel chair. “You must be my little assistant, aren’t you?”

  The question left me quite puzzled for a moment. I had been expecting some male doofus. Instead… what I saw was a woman of, hmm how should I say it, my fucking dreams! My god! She was the real deal, alright. The first thing that caught my eye was those gorgeous tits. They were popping right out of her executive style top. She had more cleavage than a street corner hooker, and yet somehow, managed to pull it off all while looking like a classy woman of good social standing. Well, perhaps not that far. But those boobs, sweet lord!

  I wanted to do all sorts of nasty things to them, and I hadn’t even gotten around to looking at the rest of her body. They were that tantalizing… There I was left in a daze, thinking of how much I’d like to lick, milk, bite, squeeze, suffocate, and whatever else in those tits! Maybe not so much the milking first off… but definitely the licking and suffocating. I wanted to feel those big babies pressed on either side of my face, just reaching down to jerk myself off as she rubbed them all along my skin.

  “Excuse me,” the woman repeated, “Are you my new assistant?”

  It was at this point that I remembered she had indeed asked me a question. Those glorious breasts had robbed me of my mind, evidently. I still wasn’t quite sure what to say. My tongue remained stuck in some reverie where it was firmly fixed on one of those covered nipples of hers. I couldn’t speak a word.

  Although, at last I managed to mumble a retarded sound and nodded my head in the affirmative several times.

  “Wonderful,” the lady smiled, walking toward me. And here I saw those heavenly tits begin to bounce and jiggle with each motion and every step she took. “My name is Krista Thruste, if you didn’t remember.”

  Miss Thruste continued moving in
my direction – the resounding boom boom of her boobs filled my ears. Even though I knew they weren’t actually making a sound, in my head they were playing an orchestra piece fit for any blockbuster action movie’s soundtrack. It was finally at this moment that I was able to divert my gaze from those bountiful breasts… right down to her sauntering, wide birthing hips. They were almost of cartoonish proportions – so thick and curvaceous. Her entire body looked like it had been drawn by a pervy illustrator who hadn’t jerked off for more than a month. Miss Thruste exuded sex appeal from every pore, that much was safe to safe. Those breasts alone would do the trick nicely…

  Here she was, the top half spilling out of that unfortunate blouse, which was desperately attempting to hold back the girls. While the bottom half, covered by a black skirt, was fighting equally hard to keep from splitting at the seams as these voluptuous hips screamed to break free. And I came close to shouting for the same thing. To let those lusty things loose! Her thighs were of a similar quality. Big, meaty things. The nice and juicy kind, good enough to rival the best porn star in existence. And trust me, I would know, I’ve seen my fair share of the harlots.

  I felt like I was in a dream world. How could something this spectacular actually be coming toward me, and more than that, have one hand extended in a gesture which beckoned me to reach out and touch the heavenly flesh!

  Somehow instinct seemed to take over, or blind luck, and I lifted my hand into the air – where it was quickly grasped by the warm fingers of Miss Thruste, as she pumped me several times with a happy grin before letting go.

  My mind fixated on the supple nature of her skin. The smoothness of her... And just how amazing those small hands would feel wrapped around my throbbing cock. I couldn’t think of anything other than her body. She had enraptured me, from head to toe, and especially one particular part in between… which was now tingling with an excitement I had never felt before.

  The palms of my hands began to sweat as she stood there looking on at my figure. Her eyes seemed to scan me as well. I wasn’t the only one with a wandering gaze, eh. True, mine may have been a bit more debauched, but who knows. A woman built like that usually puts it to good use. And I surely hoped that she did.

  “And your name is?” She asked me with an attractive voice.

  “Umm,” I couldn’t believe it. I had actually, legitimately forgotten my own name!

  “That’s fairly unique, Mr. Umm,” the thick and busty woman giggled. But the strange thing was, immediately after laughing, I could have sworn that her eyes shot straight down to my groin. A quick darting action.

  “Well, actually, uhh,” I stuttered, still searching for some remnant of my real name.

  “Oh, Uhh now is it?” Miss Thruste smiled. “Umm Uhh? I think a few of my students have mentioned you before.”

  I didn’t much care that she was mocking me, or checking out the goods. Because each time the she laughed, I would stare at those big goddamn boobs and watch them jiggle up and down. In fact, I started to enjoy her little verbal jabs at me – so long as they were accompanied by the physical reward, namely that of those bouncing tits! I could tell, even though she was wearing the tight shirt and whatever kind of bra it was, that they certainly had a lot of life to them. And who knew, maybe in a few more laughs they would come flopping out just waiting for me to suck on them.

  But the last of her jostling movements must have knocked loose the right box in my brain.

  “Daniel!” I blurted at last.

  “Oh,” Miss Thruste began, “That’s much hotter than your first set of names.”

  Hot? I thought that was a peculiar way to describe a student’s name, but her body was rocking enough that she could have said anything and I’d have gone right along with it.

  “Yeah, I never much did like those,” I told her.

  “Well, Daniel suits you much better anyway. You’re a wise boy,” the woman replied, and with that remark she spun around slowly, revealing that succulent ass in all its glory! Two thick cheeks tapering down into a pair of juicy thighs. I wasn’t sure which side of her I enjoyed more, front or back – the only thing I was certain of was my desire to know both of them much more intimately!

  And as she continued to spin, I noticed that familiar scent reaching my nose. The one from my notification letter. Such a powerful, seductive aroma. My nose followed after it, causing me to lean forward on my toes, hankering to sink my teeth into the body from which it wafted. But as I looked down, I noticed another part of my body was leading the charge – my southern shaft, fast growing in both size and enthusiasm. Despite my perverted cravings for women, I had, up until now that is, been able to control the beast. So to speak. I could keep him caged when needed. Yet this concupiscent woman, the irresistible Krista Thruste… she somehow shattered all of my defenses.

  I felt a rush of embarrassment as my shaft ignored all commands given to it – instead choosing to leap into battle, driving headlong out and onward into the material of my boxers, fast approaching the outer layer of clothing I had on. There was nothing in my hands to cover the growing pole. I wasn’t sure what to do! Miss Thruste was standing next to her desk, facing away from me, thankfully. I stared on as she bent over, reaching back down into the drawer she had been rummaging in when I first entered. And my god… from this angle, I certainly wanted to enter something of hers…

  Of course, none of this helped my plight. It only made my situation worse. With her body bent over and that wonder ass pointed in my direction, it was all I could do to control my impulse to run over, flip up her skirt and drive home my throbbing excitement. I’d be her good little teacher’s aide, that’s for sure. I’d do all kinds of extra credit to get on Miss Thruste’s good side… hell, any side of hers! The front or back, I wasn’t too picky. And neither was my expanding woody, as it strained against my underwear with an ever increasing strength.

  But, my time was running short. I couldn’t just stand there with a hard-on in my pants, could I!? No! And since I wasn’t holding anything (other than the thought of reaching down and stroking my cock while peering at her sumptuous ass)… I made a split second decision to dash across the room and seat myself in one of the chairs which happened to face the desk Miss Thruste was currently bent over. This way I could both conceal my erection and continue to store visuals of this gorgeous gal in my spankbank. I’m sure it would come in handy later on (hehe).

  “Daniel,” she said aloud. “Would you mind coming over here?”

  And then the woman, still bent over her desk, stuck one hand into the air and with one of the fingers extended in a pointing gesture – it just happened to be directed right at that tempting ass of hers, aimed at me. I couldn’t believe she was requesting the very thing I had been dreaming of, and she had done it so soon!

  But then it occurred to me, perhaps she had a different kind of coming in mind. As in she might be expecting me to walk over…

  There were a number of picture frames and photos placed on her desk – little knickknacks I didn’t pay much attention to as I pondered how best I could conceal my inflating arousal. There wasn’t much to be done. I figured with her back turned to me, it would be as good a time as any to make my move. And so I slowly rose from the chair, before making a hurried lunge across the expanse, moving straight for that perfect ass.

  “Oh my,” Miss Thruste commented upon hearing me land behind her, “You’re certainly much quicker than you are punctual.”

  “Well, I’m pretty quick at everything,” I told her, sweat dripping down my sideburn.

  “I should hope not,” she replied, turning her head back over her shoulder and giving me a wink.

  Once again, I wasn’t sure what to make of this… It seemed pretty sexual to me. I mean, after all, her ass was pointed directly at my raging cock! But I guess she didn’t know that… yet.

  “Well, I mean I’m just a fast finisher,” I stuttered out trying to remedy the situation.

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?” Miss
Thruste asked, still bent over and facing away.

  “Umm, no… I don’t recall anyway,” I answered.

  This brought about a laugh from the woman. I just imagined her tits shaking as they hung down low in that tight bra.

  “I think it’s something you’d remember, Daniel,” she told me.

  “Probably so, Miss Thruste.”

  I still had no idea what to do about the problem in my pants! But suddenly the sublime gal spun around, holding a stack of papers in her hands, which she slapped down on the desk right in front of me. The shock of it all caused me to jerk upright.

  “There we go,” Krista Thruste began, “These will be your duty, for now. A little preliminary test to see how much you know. Take a look here.”

  And then she leaned forward, quite far at the waist, in such a way that exposed her glorious boobs to me in all their glory. I couldn’t help but peek down into her shirt, staring at the beautiful rack. I could even see her green bra! I could see the entire outline of her breasts! The big bountiful things!