Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  It certainly didn’t do anything to kill my boner… In fact I felt a renewed surge of excitement racing through my body, using the pole in my pants as a lightning rod where the energy seemed to converge in one massive jolt. The throbbing of my shaft was intense and powerful. An undeniable longing was at hand. Imminent meltdown!

  “Umm, what exactly am I looking at?” I said aloud, immediately feeling like an idiot as I stood there, hard as a rock, and gawking at her tits. She remained tipped forward with her head cast downward and turned to the side, in what could only be described as an intentional attempt to display her milk-makers. I didn’t want to be rude, and so I stared on, albeit with a good dose of uneasiness running through me.

  “Paper grading, silly.” She said. “You take these here, and the answer sheet here, and you see which ones they’ve marked correctly. Simple enough, isn’t it?”

  I hadn’t heard a word she said, in fact my eyes never even left her boobs. So you can imagine the awkward moment that followed when I finally shifted my gaze from the mommy mounds to her brilliant eyes – which just happened to be staring right at mine! She definitely saw me peeking at her chest, that is certain. But her face didn’t seem to suggest disgust or revulsion, as I had been accustomed to seeing on the women of my desire. No, it seemed to be filled with a wanton lust. A happiness at being devoured by my peeping.

  I just nodded weakly, gulping several times, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the moment. And then I saw her eyes dart once again down to my crotch… it was at this point I remembered the problem in my pants… the one I had failed to remedy. The result was a large protrusion extending outward toward the sexy-ass Miss Thruste. I gulped…

  “Oh, wonderful,” she smiled, biting her lower lip. “I see you’ve come prepared.”

  “Pardon?” I wheezed.

  “Bringing your own pencil like that, very industrious of you.”

  Another weak nod. I didn’t know how to answer such a statement. Did she really think I was just storing a pencil in my pants? And should I take that as an insult? Maybe if she had at least said a marker or something… Yet strangely, this didn’t seem to affect my boner in any way whatsoever. In fact, I began to grow larger and larger! Just knowing that this beautiful woman was now looking directly at my cock (even though concealed by the clothing) imbued me with a sense of sexual arousal never before known on this earth.

  “You know,” Miss Thruste intoned, “My last assistant didn’t last long either. He was a mighty quick finisher too. It must be you young, hard working boys. Just pounding away, trying to get it done.”

  “That’s me alright,” I laughed nervously, trying to play along with her comment. “I’m just a quick pounder until I’m finished.”

  “Oh, is that so Daniel!” She laughed.

  I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what was so comical about our situation. I mean Jesus Christ! I had a goddamn visible boner in my pants, standing not even 2 feet away from the sexpot of my dreams, better than any other woman in existence. All the while her tits acted as magnets, and my eyes were the tiny pieces of metal which could do nothing but attach themselves to the source – powerless to repel the pull of such large beauties.

  “Yeah, I just like to get it done,” I told her.

  “Mmhmm, mmhmm. A real go-getter. I can respect that. Now say, Daniel…” Miss Thruste paused here, turning her head askew, casting that sinister eye in my direction again. She was biting one lip, letting her gaze shift from my face down to my crotch, where it stayed the entire time she spoke.

  “I bet you like getting good grades, don’t you?”

  “I’d say so,” I mumbled, continuing to gaze at her milk-makers.

  She placed a single hand on my thigh, not more than three inches away from my dick.

  “I thought so. It turns out I’ve got an extra credit room in back. I doubt you’ve ever done this kind of assignment before, have you?”

  “Uh, what kind is that Miss Thruste?” I questioned.

  And here I felt her hand slide over those last three inches! She had her fingers pressing right up against my cock!

  “It’s a big one,” she smirked, allowing her hand to stroke up and down my shaft.

  It felt so good I didn’t know what to say in response. I just blurted the first thing that came to mind.

  “Well I like them big!”

  This elicited yet another laugh from the mature woman.

  “Me too,” came her reply. And once again I saw those amazing tits jiggle on her chest, a sight which was only intensified by the slow, rhythmic motions she was making on my southern pole. It just felt so natural to have her hand there – my sexual frustration was at an all-time high. Having any contact on my shaft was a thing of beauty to be cherished, not shunned and denied.

  “Now, would you like to follow me to the extra credit room for some much needed work?”

  “Yes, I’d love to!” came my hurried and eager response. My pulse had quickened with each passing second that her fingers lingered on my cock.

  And with that, Miss Krista Thruste rose from the desk and, without warning, wrapped her hand around my mighty shaft… squeezing me roughly through the clothing. Oooh! I didn’t expect my first time to be so forward, but I guess it’s true what they say about older women and going after what they want. I felt like I was about to be used as her own personal little boytoy – and I liked it! I couldn’t wait to get started on whatever this extra credit was she had in mind.

  “Come along then – but not too soon,” she laughed (her fingers sliding free of my naughty device), strutting past me as I watched those bodacious boobs disappear from sight, being replaced by that jaw-dropping booty as Miss Thruste walked toward the backroom. I followed in hot pursuit, desperately wanting to feel her hand back on my rod. I needed it!

  “And don’t forget your pencil. We’ll need that, Daniel.”

  “Oh, I’ll bring it! I never leave home without it!”

  “I’m sure it gets a lot of use,” Miss Thruste cackled.

  “Well, it’s about to,” I replied with a smile.

  “We’ll see if you can handle the workload. Not everyone can, ya know,” Miss Thruste retorted.

  I felt sure enough of my ability to not only withstand, but to vanquish and conquer any task she set before me. In a few moments I would have pencil in hand and be ready to earn my A+. That much was certain! And if everything went how I thought it might… I’d have a few more, bigger and squishier things in my hands.

  ***

  ***

  There was a large purple sofa placed against the far wall, and not much else in the room. Not even a desk for me to work at. I wasn’t sure where I’d get all of this extra finished at, but I put my faith in that large ass that was bumping from side to side in front of me.

  “How bad do you want it?” Miss Thruste asked me. Her front was now back in my face, the cleavage as awe-inspiring as ever. Those boobs looked like they were about to burst… God, I love them! And my southern pole seemed to agree, as it was harder than ever. The short walk with me staring at the body belonging to this goddess only seemed to fill it with a surge of fresh blood, pumping into my rod, coaxing it to grow.

  “Is this where it’s at?” I asked hesitantly.

  “Where what is?” She answered.

  “Uh, my extra credit stuff.”

  “Oh right,” Miss Thruste grinned, stepping forward, once again placing her hand upon my covered dick. “Yes, this is the right spot. You still want it, don’t you Daniel?”

  I nodded rapidly, and I could feel my eyes bulging with delight the moment her fingers were on my member. She must have seen it too, because her eyes widened at the same time mine did.

  “Good answer. I love it when my assistants are so eager to earn their little good marks. This will be your first time receiving such things, won’t it Daniel?”

  I nodded again.

  “Good answer. That’s just the way I like it…” And here she gave my shaft anoth
er hard gripping just as the words left her mouth. My pencil seemed up to the task. All she had to do was give me the assignment and watch me write all over it!

  “I see you brought your heftiest pencil, Daniel,” she whispered, leaning close to kiss my cheek.

  “I thought you’d like it best, Miss Thruste.”

  “Oh and I do, Daniel. I really do. You’re already well on your way to receiving that A plus.”

  “I told you I was fast,” I smiled, though it quickly left my face when she gave me an extra tight squeeze on my throbbing shaft. I could tell this was going to be a serious session. A no nonsense kind of work meeting. She had a goal in mind and I was only here to fill it. I didn’t mind, as long as I got to write with this pencil of mine.

  “That remains to be seen,” Miss Thruste intoned. “There’s only one rule here, Daniel. But it’s an important one and if you disobey then your extra credit will result in an abject failure, along with your assistant status. Are we clear?”

  I nodded, still unsure what the rule was.

  “The rule is,” she continued as if reading my mind, “You will save anything of importance for me. Do you understand? You must deposit the important parts of this assignment inside of me. Are we clear?”

  I nodded again, as thoughts of spraying my hot white cum deep into her pussy filled my own head. I may not have been overly keen on the idea, but if that’s what it took to secure a good grade, then goddamnit I would do it!

  “You’re quite good at answering. I like that. Now let’s get to it… I have class in a short while. We’ll have to make this a quickened version, but I’m sure a young man like you will enjoy it all the same, won’t you?”

  Yet another eager nod.

  And immediately following my gesture of approval, I felt Miss Thruste pulling me over toward the couch by my penis.

  “Sit,” she said.

  I did exactly as she bid. I sat right down with my woody pointing straight into the air, forming a little tent on my crotch.

  “Now, let’s get these off you,” Krista Thruste commanded, pulling at the band of my shorts. “I don’t allow any cheat sheets during these kinds of assignments. We go hard and without any safety measures in place.”

  It all sounded well and good to me. She was the professional after all. And there she was, tugging my shorts clean of my legs and body. She even took my boxers with them. I was butt naked from the waist down, sitting on her couch with my dick just hanging out in the air for all to see. It was the first time anyone, other than myself, had seen my naughty bits. Quite an awkward moment to say the least.

  My teacher was standing over me, hands on her hips, smiling down at my elongated excitement. She suddenly bent forward, dropping to her knees as she did so. Miss Thruste now had her face only inches away from my member – I watched as the throbbing pole pulsated and shook with each beat of my heart. It moved from side to side each time, quite visibly. This seemed to arouse the woman’s inner lusty regions, as she soon placed her mouth right on the end of it!

  “Mmm,” was all she had said before gulping down my shaft!

  I never imagined anything could feel so good… her warm mouth and moist lips slid along my smooth skin in little up and down movements. I looked at my cock disappearing into her mouth little by little… It was incredible! Like some kind of orgasmic magic trick! The amazing disappearing penis! And she was the master showman!

  Geez, how perfect it felt. She was looking into my eyes, swallowing my dick! Tongue lapping back and forth now and then. And the expression she showed me was one of pure joy and pleasure. As if she had been waiting her entire life just to experience this moment. I could only wonder how mine looked! I mean, after all, I had been waiting all my life for this moment!

  The farther she went, the more I sighed and moaned, squirmed and groaned. Each inch she took caused my back to straighten up just a little more. All of these were instinctive movements – things I had no control of! I just felt her lips sucking at my cock! I mean, a woman’s mouth was actually wrapped tightly around my dick! How the hell was I supposed to be in control of anything of mine?! And the more she took, the more the magician seemed to turn into the sword swallower.

  I watched, with utter delight mind you, as she took my entire shaft down her throat. The heat from her mouth and throat engulfed my rod from tip to base. Big, gooey droplets of her spit seeped out and collected at the bottom of my meat-pencil. She shook her head from side to side, massaging all sides of my member in the most enjoyable manner imaginable.

  Miss Thruste couldn’t have been going down on me for very long at all, just long enough to taste every inch I had to give anyway, before I felt the alarming sensation. It was both perfect and yet terribly frightening. I didn’t know what to do…

  “Im-im-imp-important!” I stammered out. “Important parts!”

  And with those few words, Miss Thruste withdrew my cock from her mouth with one smooth, rapid motion. A bit of spit dribbled down from her pleased lips – which she quickly licked up with that naughty tongue.

  “Oh, you remembered did you Daniel? Very good. I’m quite impressed. You’re well on your way to earning that extra credit…”

  “I told you I’m fast,” was all I had to say. Although, admittedly, my cock still throbbed heavily, shaking from side to side, eager to have another part, any part of that glorious woman find itself touching my member again.

  “We’d best hurry along then, Daniel. Class will start soon and I need to have this completed by then.”

  And so here Miss Thruste unbuttoned the executive shirt she had been wearing. She lifted it free of her body and then did the same to her bra. Dear jesus! Those bountiful boobs were set free at last! Great, big heaping handfuls of flesh and orgasm right there on her chest. Such pretty, pink nipples… better than I pictured they would be.

  I then saw her reach up under her skirt and a moment later, a pair of green panties slid down her legs and onto the floor. She kept the skirt, for what reason I can’t say. But it looked sexy as hell! Her curvy body, those goddess hips, and these billowing breasts all right before me… I wanted to lick every inch of her! But the woman was on a mission, pressed for time, and by the look of it, horny as hell!

  “You like these, don’t you?” Miss Thruste asked, grabbing at her own luscious breasts.

  I nodded my standard reply.

  “I thought so. The way you couldn’t take your eyes off them. I bet you’d like to see them squeezing around your big cock, wouldn’t you?”

  Another stereotypical nod.

  “Mmhmm,” she smiled.

  And with that, the woman once again descended to her knees. However, this time she stuck true her word and placed one boob on either side of my cock and then pressed them together so that only the tip of my dick was exposed. She then lifted her chest up and down, pumping those beautiful things along my shaft – and when they were all the way at the bottom, her mouth would open wide and take the tip of my shaft between those greedy lips. Little teasing kisses and licks of the tongue… how wonderful it all felt. I couldn’t believe this random woman was actually tittyfucking me! I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was BY FAR the best experience so far in my short life, but still… Oh god, and then her tongue flicked across the tip again and I couldn’t even remember my own name. I was lost in the pleasure she bestowed upon me at every second… and then I felt that familiar sensation again. The dangerous red zone fast approaching. I wasn’t sure I should announce it this time. Why should I? I wanted to cum all over those fat tits and spray up into her face! That’s what I wanted! My penis throbbed harder and harder, growing eager to explode!

  I was so close, so near! And out of nowhere, Miss Thruste came to a dead halt. Her eyes shifted upward to meet mine as her head shook slowly side to side, in a rather disapproving manner.

  “Daniel…” she said. “You’re a bad boy. You were supposed to tell me when you were close. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

  I still couldn’t think! I
was right on the verge, even the slightest brushing against my cock would have resulted in an orgasmic eruption! I was that close! And yet she denied me, leaning back, letting those boobs fall back into place as I searched for something to say.

  “I, I just, I just forgot,” I whispered.

  “That’s okay, Daniel. You did good. We’re pressed for time anyway. I’ll get right to the good stuff. We can’t having you getting too close just yet… Now you stand up and I’ll have a seat.”

  I did as told and within a few seconds we had swapped positions, only now Miss Thruste had cast her skirt aside. She was nude from head to toe and shaved everywhere in between, or at least in all the proper places.

  “Now Daniel,” she spoke, “I’ll need you to be a fast finisher as you promised. Time is running short, do you understand?”