She drives me over the brink a second time. My walls grip her fingers. My ass squeezes back against her tongue. Gasping, nearly falling over the back of the couch with a second orgasm, I finally plead with her to go upstairs with me.
"Of course," she says, helping get my shaky legs under me. "I think it's your turn."
Miss Holden may teach creative writing to the students in her classes at Sunny Valley, but after the last bell rings, the rumors say she teaches the teenage seniors on her softball team how to pleasure a woman. I may not be on the team, but I believe the rumors. I am an eager learner for the lesson she is offering in my bedroom.
She undresses quickly and shamelessly. She tosses off her coach's jacket and kicks off her shoes. She takes down her pants and I get my first look at her big ass stretching out her pink panties. She takes those down as well and I see her plump cheeks lightly dimpled with fat. She turns and sits back on my bed and spreads her thick thighs. Her fingers cruises over the dark thatch of hair that grows wild above her juicy, womanly lips. She looks at me as she spreads herself open.
"On your knees," she says. "On your knees and smell me. I want you to know what a woman's pussy smells like."
I do as she commands and inhale the richness of her cunt. It definitely has a different aroma, muskier, but not unpleasant at all. Like her waters are just as fresh as mine or Pepper's but they are much deeper. I cannot resist caressing her fat thighs and curling my tongue into that hot trench, but she pushes me gently away.
"Feel that wetness," she says. "Feel it on your lips."
She rubs her juicy mound against my mouth, over my nose and back down to my chin. She smears the sweetness of her slit over my face. She makes me live in that hot, forbidden reality. She pulls off her shirt and the heavy sling of her plain bra. Her tits are huge and milky white, with pink-brown nipples and wide areolas that speak to her age. The shape of her breasts are what I would consider drooping, but again, I like them. They are so round and her nipples jut invitingly out from her areolas.
"Can I suck them?" I ask.
"Of course you can, sweetie," she pulls my face towards them. "Go ahead. Put one in your mouth and suck it."
Her nipples stiffen even more in my mouth. Her hand strokes my auburn hair and she stretches her fingers to find my breasts. I moan as I suck her nipple. I'm only half aware that I am grinding my pussy against her thigh. That I want to cum all over again.
Miss Holden has other ideas about that. She pushes me onto my back and saddles herself on my face. She is heavy and her furry cunt smothers me. I reach up and my hands find her big ass. I squeeze her cheeks and my fingers trail into the hot crescent of her crack. She grinds down against my mouth.
"That's it," I hear her voice, muffled by her thighs, encouraging from above. "Let your tongue find that clit. Lick it and don't stop...ohhhh...until I say stop."
I don't have much choice in the matter, not that I'm complaining as Miss Holden's hot cunt and powerful thighs are my whole world. I hold her ass tightly in my fingers and even pull her down against me, finding her fat clit and lapping furiously at it. She groans with pleasure and settles her weight more heavily on my face. It feels like her wet cunt is going to swallow me up. It's drooling all over my chin as I beat her bud with the tip of my tongue.
"Yes! Yes! Just like that!"
Her cries of pleasure are joined with a bouncing bull ride on my mouth. I'm pouring sweat and her pussy is pouring juice right into my mouth. I swallow as much as I can and thrash that clit with my tongue. Her thighs tighten around my head. The sweet flow of her cum increases. I can feel the twitch of her inner muscles.
"Ohhhh Brianna, good girl. You are a good...nnnn...girl."
We kiss a lot afterwards. Her tongue is in my mouth and her hands are all over my body and I am in a daze thinking about seeing her in the halls all these years. Now here she is, her big soft body in my bed and her fat tits up against mine. I almost fall asleep in the comfort of her arms. It's only as she starts rubbing her hand between my thighs again that I snap out of it.
She teaches me how to use a vibe with the long, white vibrator in her purse. She presses it tight against my clit and kisses me. She works it in and out of my clutching cunt and flicks my nipples with her tongue. I share the whole of my body with her and she repays me with the vibrator up my ass.
"Ohhh, Miss Holden. That feels so naughty!" I fuck back against the vibrator, spearing my tight bubble butt on her buzzing fucktoy. "Ah, put it deep inside me! I don't ever want this to stop!"
It does not quite last forever. She bends me like a pretzel with my feet behind my head. She licks me and sucks me from my quivering tits to my wiggling toes. She even takes a shower with me and slaps her big ass in my face until my tongue is up her naughty hole and tasting her pink wrinkle. She grabs my hair and rubs her ass on my tongue.
When it's all over, I'm stretched out naked on my bed, enjoying the afterglow of my eighth or ninth body-wracking orgasm and watching Miss Holden towel off. She finishes toweling between her legs and tosses the towel at my face. I catch it and inhale the smell of her sex.
"I might make a proper lesbian out of you, young lady," she laughs. "But it will take frequent lessons."
We share a tongue twirling kiss on the bed, her fingers absently playing with one of my sensitive nipples, before she leaves me gasping and ready for more on the bed.
"I have to get to work," she says. "Some of us can't miss the whole day of class."
I giggle and roll over and she gives my ass a smack. I watch her dress, the plump sexuality of her body disappearing bit by bit until she looks like a softball coach again.
"Give me a call when you need another lesson. Preferably not during work hours."
I watch her leave, listening smiling and enjoying the feeling of being used without being covered in cum. My first real lesbian experience was an eye-opener. Maybe I can just be a lesbian. Maybe I can--
My lesbo fantasies are interrupted by the vibration of my phone on the stand beside my bed. I pick it up and see that the caller is labeled "Blackmailing Asshole" in my contacts.
Isaac Shmecklinger is the nerdiest guy at Sunny Valley and he has the dirt on my "condition" and my behavior, particularly with my former football coach. He has made me promise to be his date to homecoming and he has already cashed in a pretty big chip. In the field house last night, I got caught up in the moment and didn't stop him from cumming inside me even though Doc warned me if I become pregnant I will not be able to turn back into a man.
I sigh with disgust and force myself to answer.
"What do you want?" I snap.
"Now, now, that's no way for my girlfriend to talk to me." He continues before I can deny what he is saying, "And you are my girlfriend, 'Brianna' and you are going to the homecoming with me tomorrow night whether you call in sick to school or not."
"Yeah, yeah. I already told you I would. Just don't expect me to enjoy it."
"You seemed to enjoy me in the field house yesterday after school."
My embarrassed silence is all the answer he needs. His nasal laugh sounds like a goose honking.
"I want to see you again tonight,” he says.
"That wasn't part of the deal!"
"I'm changing it," he snaps. "Come to my house tonight. I'll tell my mom I have to tutor you."
"I won't do it."
"Then I'll splash your photos all over the high school. I bet your blonde bimbo cheerleader girlfriend will love to see you with Coach Dandridge's penis in your mouth." His laugh this time is cruel. "Eight o'clock. Bring your math book to make it believable."
He hangs up before I can refuse him again. The twerp is pretty confident with a woman when he has her whole life trapped by a couple videos and pics on his phone. I can get mad all I want. The truth is, I have to do whatever he says. For now. When I turn back I can have my revenge.
I get dressed and head to the prom store to pick out my dress. I see the woman's eyes bug out when she sees my figure.<
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"You're, um, particularly busty for such a slender girl," she says, eyeing my tits overflowing my sister's biggest bra. "We only have a few dresses I can even alter to fit you by tomorrow night."
She shows them to me and I can't help but laugh. One of them will make me look like cleavage sitting on top of a red satin rose. One of them is powder blue fluff fringing my oversized fun bags. Finally, I try on the black number and I know I've found my dress. It is sleek on my shapely hips and ass, showing off my curves and, with a long slit, my athletic legs. A sequin-trimmed bodice squeezes me and piles me off to show off my massive melons. Is that okay to call my tits melons? I think in this case, the term fits.
"You might get in a bit of trouble showing off that much, um, cleavage," she says, noticing how the underside of the cups seem painting onto the huge curve of my breasts.
"It's perfect. If I can't show them off for homecoming, when can I show them off?" I heft them in my hands, impressed they stay in the dress even when I lean forward. "It's perfect. I'll take it."
The rental fee is expensive, owing mostly to the alterations she'll need to make so I can actually wear it instead of pinning it closed in the back.
I head next door at the mall and buy some lingerie, which is another weird experience, mostly because the shop girl does not seem shy about fondling my breasts. I start to get worked up by all the touching, but she keeps it strictly professional, outfitting me in a black bra, panty, garter and stocking set, along with a pair of high heels that makes my ass look amazing.
"You are going to have every guy at that homecoming hard enough to cut glass," she says, admiring me in the full length mirror. "Are you ready for that?"
"Yes," I say with a grin. "Yes, I am."
I'm satisfied with that purchase, but then I spot something else. It's a strappy little crimson chemise that looks just the right size for my voluptuous body. I try it on and I love the way it swaths my massive breasts and stops just below my waist allowing my long legs and firm ass to show beneath the hem. I buy that as well, charging up my sister's credit card. I'll owe Andrea big time, but under the circumstances, I think she'll understand.
I head back home with my shopping done and take a nice long soak in the bathtub. I can't get the thought of Miss Holden out of my head. She's not the only fantasy steaming with me in the tub. There is my football buddy Wyatt, Coach Dandridge, Pepper, and even Dr. Guttenberg, who took some unusual liberties when giving me treatments that were supposed to cure my condition. I absently rub at my sex under the sweet-smelling water, feeling the softness of my folds and the hard pebble of my clit. My breasts break the surface of the water like a pair of creamy white islands.
My mind turns to my upcoming date with Isaac Shmecklinger. That pasty-faced nerd had zero sex life before he started blackmailing me. My hatred for him seems to intensify the vividness of my memories as I rode atop his hard cock and felt it spurt inside me.
"I'm going crazy," I moan and take my hand away from between my thighs. "A week ago I was shoving Isaac into a locker. Now I'm getting hot thinking about his cock. What...what have I become?"
The answer is as clear as those two big tits floating atop the water's surface. I guess I just can't admit it to myself. For all my desires and urges, I still want to go back to being Brian Harrison.
I head back to my room and dress in that chemise with a pair of pink panties and then jeans and a loose sweatshirt over that. Maybe the dingy shirt will keep Isaac off of me, I reason, but I know that is unlikely. I also know that once I'm in close proximity to a horny man, my pheromones are going to be influencing the both of us. I need to be sure I don't do something stupid.
I creep into Andrea's room and open her bedside drawer. She has some lube, a vibrator, and a box of condoms. I grab a couple and stuff them into the pocket of my jeans. A latex insurance policy to my raging libido.
When the time comes, I have to sneak out of the house My mom is home and I don't really want to be around her, not the least because she thinks I am Andrea's friend and that Brian is away at a "football camp." It wouldn't make sense to her that I am "borrowing" Brian's car.
Isaac lives in a crappy neighborhood. Not that Sunny Valley really has a slum or anything, just old suburban houses that are sort of falling apart. My heart is beating a mile a minute as I pull up, because I know I am going to have sex with Isaac. I remind myself that I brought protection and that I am going to stand up for myself more than usual. Getting those pictures of me blowing Coach Dandridge circulated around the school is a terrifying prospect, but I have been through a lot and he can only push me so far with that blackmail.
I ring the doorbell and the door is opened almost instantly by Isaac. He looks as pasty-faced and nerdy as ever, but at least he has cleaned up into a button down shirt and a pair of cargo pants.
"Well hello there," he says. "Ready to study?"
"Math," I say and I hold up my calculus textbook.
"Good, we can study up in my room," he says, raising his voice.
I follow him into the house. It smells like an old house, maybe a little bit like dogs, although I don't see any dogs. I glance into the kitchen when we pass it by and I catch a glimpse of Isaac's mother and father, both looking pretty overweight, sitting at a table and eating dinner. Isaac is a nerd, but he's skinny, and, oh god, I can't even think about his big dick. I don't want to. It makes me feel all funny, when I should just want to kick his ugly ass.
"Here we are," he says, leading me up the stairs to his bedroom. "My inner sanctum."
Isaac's bedroom is plastered with posters for super hero movies and the shelves and computer desk look like an action figure aisle exploded onto them. He has an Iron Man head above his bed and a figure of Black Widow so lifelike that it looks like somebody hit Scarlett Johansson with a shrink ray. I glance at his little TV and Xbox.
"Want me to school you in Halo?" I ask.
I glance over my shoulder and see the look in his eyes as he closes and locks his bedroom door. A shudder runs through me as he comes towards me.
"I don't want to play that sort of game," he says, taking my textbook from me and tossing it on the floor.
"What sort of--"
"Bend over," he says and he starts unbuckling his belt.
"What?"
"You heard me," his voice is cold and confident. "Bend over the side of the bed. Pull your pants down and do it. I'm going to fuck you right now. Then we can talk."
"I have a condom," I say, reaching into my pocket.
"Fine," he growls and snaps it out of my hand. "Now bend over. Let me see that beautiful ass and tight fucking pussy."
I can't resist him. I don't even want to resist him.
I bend over and slide my jeans down as he steps behind me. I hear the crinkle of the wrapper and as I take my panties down I glance back to make sure he is unrolling the white latex over his big cock. He grips his wrapped dick in one hand, rest his other on the pale heart of my ass, and drives his cock into my bare pussy. It fills me in a single stroke, pressing against my cervix as his balls mash against my clit.
"Aaahhhhhh fuck," he groans. "That is good."
His hand slides from my ass to my hips and he holds me tightly as he begins to fuck me from behind. I lean forward, balancing against my hands on his unmade bed as he pounds his big cock into me. It's a good thing my dirty mind lubed me up on the way over, because Isaac isn't holding back. His hips slaps against my ass. The sweatshirt obscures what is happening, but I can feel my tits swinging with each thrust.
"Oh my god," I moan.
"I know you like that," he groan. "I can feel how wet you are. Just waiting to come over and get this big nerd dick, weren't you, Brianna?"
He says my name with such venom that I realize the grudge that I have built up in him over the years. Shoving him into lockers and calling him names. Now I'm totally at his mercy and he is taking it out on my pussy.
"Yeah, take that dick." He smacks my ass with his hand. "Fuck me. Push that but
t back."
He leans back to watch me impale my swollen sex on his length. I look over my shoulder and watch it too, the bikini triangle of pale on my ass colliding with his paler hips. His hair rubbing against my naked pussy. His cock, wider at the base, but with a bulbous tip that prods deep inside me with each stroke. I don't even have my pants down to my ankles, they're on my shins, stretched as wide as the waist will allow as I fuck back against him and work my hips.
"Oh, come on, baby. Come on...Brianna. Make me cum."
"You want to cum for me?" I ask, actually smiling at him as I breathlessly fuck back on his cock. I whine girlishly and clamp my inner muscles around him. I can feel his cock swelling. He suddenly grabs my hips with both hands and thrusts so hard into me that I lose my grip on the bed. Folded in half at the waist, only standing up because he is gripping my hips so tight, I force my head up and gasp.
"Take it you bitch," he cries. "Take that cum!"
"Oohhhhh, yes, Isaac!" I cry, not quite cumming, but loving the feel of his throbbing dick. I can feel his root pulsing with each pump of cum. His strokes slow and the last twitches of his orgasm shudder out.
"That's right," he laughs. "You needed that dick. Tell me you needed it."
"Oh, yes, Isaac," I coo. "I needed your big dick."
Somebody needs some reassurance apparently, but I'm not going to throw that back in his face. His cock slips out of my soaked pussy with a wet crinkle of latex. The tip of the condom is bulging with his load. He looks ridiculous, walking backwards all bow-legged with the condom sloshing around like that, and I can't help but giggle. He gives me a murderous glare.
"You think something is funny?" he demands.
"No, no," I stand up from the bed and start to pull my panties up.
"Don't you put your clothes back on. You take them all off." He strips the condom off his cock with a snap of rubber and ties it up into a gross little water balloon. "I want to see you naked. Right now."
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