Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  Those dainty fingers of hers encircled my southern pole, at least as much as they could hold. The skin was even warmer now. Mrs. Moundrammer had her thumb at the base of my sexual treat, pulling it outward and back, over and over again. All the while staring me straight in the eyes.

  “Do you like what I’m doing, Tinkerbottoms?”

  “Yes, y-y-yes m’am.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes, very good m’am.”

  “Aren’t you such a smart little lad, Tinkerbottoms!” she cackled with delight.

  I made a motion to answer, but she quickly placed a finger over my lips – I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the hand that had just been stroking my holiday package…

  “Have you ever had anyone lick your southern gift, Toysin?” she asked.

  “N-n-n-o Mrs. Moundrammer,” I replied, staring up at the ceiling.

  “Mmm, I like that… You know, I don’t normally allow this until the final day, but I could let you have an early promotion.”

  Gulp.

  “Would you like that?” she questioned me, but I got the feeling there was no choice involved. And so I nodded weakly with eyes closed.

  Mrs. Moundrammer leaned forward and kissed me, my first kiss ever, right on the lips. Her moist mouth sent shivers down my spine. Those supple, full lips weakened my knees. My head titled forward asking for more – but when I opened my eyes, the curvaceous Mrs. Moundrammer was already descending.

  She kept going lower and lower! What was this madwoman up to! Should I run? Yes! No! Oh… Her head is right next – right next to my aching southern pole! Her mouth is only inches away! Now Mrs. Moundrammer is looking up at me with a silly grin. It’s killing me inside. I want this so badly and yet the desire to flee is so strong… She opened her lustful mouth as the tongue extended outward and gave my throbbing shaft a lick, just right there on the tip. I about toppled over… This was, after all, the first time I’d ever experienced such a thing.

  But oh no, Mrs. Moundrammer didn’t stop there. One of her fingers pressed down on the upper side of my lengthy log, causing it to line up directly with her mouth – and then she did the unthinkable… Mrs. Moundrammer, using that sexy mouth, performed the best impression of a toy tinkerer desperately oiling down a large baseball bat that I have ever seen! The sloppy noise of wetness reached my ears with its pleasant sounds. Up and down, back and forth she went, making sure to grease every inch of my southern pole. Her tongue trying to pleasure every inch of my manhood... Oh how wonderful it felt, how cheerful it was. I began humming a little snappy tune.

  Mrs. Moundrammer kept her face down close, never once coming up for air. The woman seemed so enthralled, so infatuated with my love pole that she couldn’t dare to part ways with it for even a second. And I loved every sensation she gave me. The way her tongue would flick this way and that way. Every touch a new and unknown thrill to me. I never wanted this to end. And yet another part of me felt ashamed. As if I were doing something wrong. But then all I had to do was look below at her mouth wrapped tightly around my well-wetted wand…and all was well again.

  She grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of her head, ushering me to force myself deeper in her. My other hand was placed atop her breast again.

  Then I felt it! The surge of excitement from the southern pole. Mrs. Moundrammer must have sensed the increased throbbing as well, because she swiftly spoke.

  “You want it badly, don’t you Tinkerbottoms?”

  “Ahh yeah…”

  “Good, now remember this is your evaluation! You don’t want to screw up, do you boy!”

  “Uhh, no no, no I don’t Mrs. Moundrammer.”

  “Good. Then do as I say... I’m dreaming of a white surprise! Spray my face down with all of your special frosting!”

  Her hand took hold of my gushing staff as she instructed me on the final portions of this test.

  “Coat it down, nice and thick! Leave no corner or piece untouched! Give it all to me! Give Mrs. Moundrammer her present! Come on, Tinkerbottoms! Do it! Do it now! Give me all your frosting or you’re gone!”

  I could stand it no longer. The way her sultry voice commanded me to obey, I was unable to resist – the image of the world's largest dam bursting, filled my mind. I pictured a massive explosion of white water flying out through the air… pinning her body to the nearby wall with the unfathomable force.

  “Oh yes! That’s it Tinkerbottoms! Oh my god! Yes, keep it coming! Who knew such a tiny man like you would have so much frosting!”

  Her hand quickened in pace as her tongue once again flicked across the tip of my erupting southern pole, causing my body to convulse uncontrollably.

  “Oh my! There’s more?!” She beamed. “Give it all to Mrs. Moundrammer, that’s it! Oh my Tinkerbottoms… you’ve made a real mess here for Mrs. Moundrammer to clean up, haven’t you? You naughty little dog.”

  After placing my hand on her shoulder for balance, or else I most certainly would have toppled over, I finally looked down at the now soppy woman. It appeared Mrs. Moundrammer had just walked in from a record-setting blizzard. She licked a bit of my special frosting from her lips. The visual – her sticky face and eyes sparkling through the snow -- made me want to be inside her dirty mouth again, though I didn’t know if it would be appropriate to ask for seconds so soon. Not after such a momentous occasion.

  “Well, Tinkerbottoms…” Mrs. Moundrammer began, “You have passed your evaluation… this time.”

  Gulp.

  I saw several young men coming and going from the evaluation chamber over the next few days. What they were doing inside… we can probably all take a guess. In truth it caused a bit of jealousy in me. The feeling of Mrs. Moundrammer tickling my funny bits with her scorching tongue had robbed me of my sleep. I could think of nothing else – wondering why she had not yet returned to give me a second helping. What a cruel woman she turned out to be. Giving me so much pleasure and simply taking it away, leaving me with nothing but a fading memory!'

  ***

  That night at the tinker shop I took sight of a youthful employee waddling into the room. He held a small piece of parchment in his hands. This the little guy gave to me. A private message? I recognized the lingering perfume instantly. Mrs. Moundrammer! At last!

  The note included a time and location (evaluation chamber) only. No signature – not that it needed one. I knew all too well which aged vixen had sent this missive to me. Mmm, the way her bosom felt… How I loved the sound of her noisy sucking. I dripped like a leaky faucet into her mouth. I wonder if she enjoyed it? Well, I did get invited back. That says something at least. What kind of surprise arts and crafts or toy tinkering might she have in store for me tonight? I only hope my tools are up for the job…

  ***

  “Hello?” I called out into the empty room. No answer. A nearby clock caught my eye. The time was right, maybe Mrs. Moundrammer was running a little behind. Fortunately, her evaluation chamber had good lighting. I wouldn’t be snuck up on by any trollops tonight! Even if I wished to be…

  “Mrs. Moundrammer?” I asked the vacant space. Nothing.

  And then miraculously, a beautiful and near bare leg exposed itself from the doorway in the back left. It shot out into the open as a dainty hand rubbed across the inner thigh, tracing along the red garter belt adorning the flesh. I felt my mouth drop open as a giggle emanated from the distant room.

  “Toysin… right on time,” Mrs. Moundrammer guffawed as she came into view. “Like what you see?”

  Gulp.

  Another low-cut dress, presenting those wonderful breasts of hers. I couldn’t take my eyes from them. Somehow I think that’s just what she wanted.

  “Tonight is a special night for you, don’t you know?” Mrs. Moundrammer asked.

  “It, uh, it is?” I questioned. Her face was caked with a light layer of makeup. The small amounts seemed to accentuate the already flawless features. And here I did -- I did remember seeing those hungry and horny lips
sliding along something very near and dear to me.

  “Mmhmm. No need to be coy, little man. This will be your first time going into an oven, won’t it, Toysin?”

  “The oven, Mrs. Moundrammer?”

  “Yes, my oven.” I must haven taken on a puzzled look as the term was unknown to me. Although I would soon discover the meaning very shortly… She touched her naughty bits in a teasing fashion. Those red cheeks of mine returned instantaneously.

  “What? Your oven?! And me?”

  She nodded.

  “Umm…Yes, m’am.”

  “Good. Then you will do exactly as Mrs. Moundrammer tells you to do, won’t you Toy?”

  I nodded – thinking I might not be ready for this adventure.

  “Answer me, Tinkerbottoms.”

  “Yes, m’am. Exactly as Mrs. Moundrammer says.”

  “Good boy.”

  Here she walked across the room (as I admired those full boobs, thick thighs, and tight stomach beneath the clothing…) and without hesitation, reached down into my pants – the moment I had been longing for! And yet the fearful emotion rushed through my body. I remained unsure, worried, and uneasy… but desperately wanting her to continue. And so she did… stroking and lengthening the tinkering device. This one must have been a burning rod, as her hand heated very rapidly. I sighed unwillingly.

  Suddenly the fingers loosened as her head traveled downward, and here I hoped for a repeat of our last rendezvous… but it was not to be so! The temptress stopped mid descent and gave me a sly grin. Her finger wagged no, no.

  Mrs. Moundrammer then spun around and began grinding that lovely booty against the growing gift in my tightening pants. Oh heavens… Such smooth and warm skin. The panties felt marvelous and looked even better as I took sight of that glorious rump, giving itself all to me. She stuck it between the cheeks, rising up and down, like a perfect slot for the tool. Had she been looking back, she would surely have seen the wetness pouring through the material – but in time it would spill out onto her skin and make itself known.

  “Let’s move along quickly, laddy. I know you want it badly. I won’t be a mean Mrs. Moundrammer… this time. Now get those pants off!”

  I hurriedly loosened the belt.

  “Faster!”

  Oh boy… What am I doing here! Stripping in front of the Mrs. Moundrammer… again! She waited until I was nearly half naked before slowly hiking up her dress, exposing the light red cotton panties beneath. My hands froze.

  “Keep undressing, Toy!” she shouted.

  “Yes, m’am.”

  A hint of a smile crept across her face as I stared at the underwear. Drool might as well have been dripping from my mouth. I wanted to smash my face right there in the center crease of that material. I wished to explore this unknown realm, to fulfill my every debauched and wanton childhood fantasy.

  “Looks like you’ve hit a snag,” she laughed. Uh oh… and so I had. The pants being caught on my, uh my, licking post you might say. “Good boy, you’re ahead of the game.”

  I watched as Mrs. Moundrammer lowered herself down onto the center table, which now had a blanket on top of it.

  “Come here, Tinkerbottoms,” she commanded just as my pants hit the floor. “Good boy. Now give me your hand… Rub it here… like what you feel?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Moundrammer.”

  She had my hand rubbing along her wet dessert, that sly slit between her thighs. The moistness seeped through the thin panties – a surprising amount of liquid I must say. The woman oozed sexuality.

  “Now stick your big candy cane on the same spot… Ahhh yes… Good boy, good big boy. Slide it back and forth. Make me want it!”

  A moan escaped her lips – apparently I’d struck a good location.

  “Don’t stop!” she ordered as one of her hands smacked me across the face. And… I kind of liked it.

  “No more teasing you, Toysin. Grab my panties, yes good, now pull them off and down the legs.”

  She pushed her thighs together making the whole embarrassing ordeal that much easier. I had a little trouble unhooking the garter (several minutes of fumbling and eye rolling and sweating). But then there it was! With one quick motion she flicked the underwear from her foot, sending it to some faraway place. Her goodie basket… fully exposed and calling my name. My knees began to buckle. The sight was too intense. Thankfully Mrs. Moundrammer seemed to notice this, as she caught me between her legs for a moment.

  “Good boy. Now… Let me see that large southern pole of yours. Yes… I’ll just put it in my hand and show you where to put this big thing.”

  Gulp.

  And she did… placing my aching love pole against those moist… lips. I was so close!

  “Good boy…” Mrs. Moundrammer smiled. Her breast bounced slightly as she repositioned herself, and the shock of such a blissful sight caused me to slide out of the goodie basket. But her deft hand was quick to reinsert the item. Just the tip, mind you. I felt her heels lightly pulling at my lower back, ushering me forward – and forward I went… for the first time, embarking on the most epic journey of my life – penetrating Mrs. Moundrammer!

  It felt so warm and welcoming, like I was going home – right where the lusty lance belonged. And the farther I slid inside the better it felt. The liquid lubricating and moistening my lewd delight. I watched with mouth agape as it slowly disappeared inside the orgasmic opening – spreading those lips apart, making way for the excitement I was to bring. Mrs. Moundrammer gripped my hips with both hands, pulling me in hard and close. She possessed a surprising amount of strength. So much so I feared that even if I desired to, my body lacked the power to repel her. But in this moment I wanted nothing more than to be deeper – relaxing my hips, allowing her to yank and tug at my lower back. Farther, deeper, harder I explored… fully embedding the southern pole, from tip to base, all the way inside Mrs. Moundrammer. The breaths of arousal and sensuality were flowing freely from Mrs. Moundrammer now – along with all those love juices. Her hands tightened immensely and I found myself stuck, as some convulsions and spasms massaged and titillated the length of my delight. The moans of ecstasy escaped her body, with head thrown back and fingers groping along my body, she gasped and groaned, filling the quiet room with the sounds of satisfaction.

  “Give it to me, Tinkerbottoms! Now! I command you! Give me all your –“

  But here she paused for a moment, just as I had quickened my action. Then those lecherous hands of hers pushed me away, causing the hefty breadloaf to fall free of her toasty oven. Although Mrs. Moundrammer immediately lunged forward, taking it into her mouth like a man dying of thirst who’d just found a fountain of life-saving water fountain. So greedily the woman sucked. It seemed beyond a doubt that she felt physical pain to have the pulsating rod away from her body.

  “Quick turn me over and throw your oven mitt in!” She howled.

  The next thing I knew Mrs. Moundrammer had flipped onto her stomach, rising to her knees, lifting the dress up from her bottom and…

  “Be my little baker!” came her desperate command. “Spread those buns, Tinkerbottoms! Spread them hard. Knead the dough! Harder! Grab it with your hands – yes, that’s it! Remember this is an aged cookie, and so you must make your equipment go in extra deep and hard. Ahh yes, Toysin! You dirty little man! Now bring out your thick rolling pin! You know the one I love, take it out! Slam it down deep and hard! Pound the dough! Yes, that’s good. It wants to be softened, it wants to be touched. Now do as it wishes. Yes! Don’t stop kneading, Toy! You’re almost there… Quick another round of the rolling pin! Use all your might! Toss your nuts in! Yes! Yes! Oh dear me, yes! Oh good boy, you’ve certainly softened this dough sufficiently. Now you know what needs to be done, don’t you?”

  “Huh?” I gasped, breathless but exhilarated.

  “Coat my loving dough with another batch of your special frosting. I want even more this time! Make me sick from the sweetness. Right here!”

  She slapped a portion of her rear-end, r
ight where the panties had been slid to the side minutes earlier.

  “Don’t keep me waiting!”

  My mind blanked as the tension built so forcefully in my naughty bits. Like a cannon’s fuse that had burned out and now everyone waited in anticipation, with ears covered, to see the blast. And so I saw explosions of white lust and burning-hot mirth. I removed the throbbing rolling pin from her cookie dough, and like a lone hero trying to control a raging fire hose, I held on for dear life as the liquid erupted from the end.

  Mrs. Moundrammer shrieked as I had never heard before. My tasty, thick frosting landed all across her undergarments and lower back, continuing on up to the shoulders (when I had lost control of the powerful hose).

  “Tinkerbottoms,” she sighed, falling flat on her stomach, “You ARE a star employee!”