n out of the way, and divorcing my wife, and scooping up my hot undergrad and moving away with her. As usual, Margaret didn’t let me come inside her. Once I was close, I had to come by pulling out and masturbating into a tissue, and then I had to toss it out immediately. The next morning, Margaret left for work early, and I decided to stay in bed. She’d been in a bad mood the past few days. I had to think it was Marie’s presence… I was shocked to hear a knock on the door. Come in, I said. It was Marie. She was just wearing her bikini – why take it off when swimming is all you do all day? Hi there, I said, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. She came toward the bed and jumped on it, coming toward me. I almost laughed at the site of her enormous breasts jiggling in her tiny bikini. I forced myself to look away. Have you gotten a chance to get your studying done? I asked. She smiled, showing the adorable gap in her front teeth. Natürlich I don’t have much. Except for your class, of course. Ah, right. Well I hope you don’t find it too unr
easonable of an assignment. No, it’s great. It’s easy, she said, spinning the end of her long red braid around her finger. Good, that’s good to hear. Wie geht es Ihnen? I asked, wondering what she was doing in my room. I just wanted to figure out a way to express my… thanks for letting me stay here, she said. Marie, don’t be silly, I said. We’re happy to help you. She looked down for a minute, then she looked up at me and smiled brightly. Do you like my bikini? It’s my roommate’s. That’s why it’s a little small. I shifted under the covers, trying to hide my growing erection. Her bikini was indeed small-the white fabric could hardly contain her enormous breasts. Her nipples were pushing against the triangles. And her beautiful, tight, firm ass was completely exposed in the thong bottoms. It’s very nice, Marie, I said. You don’t think it’s too small? I usually wear an F cup, but my roommate is a C. She gestured to the undersides of her breasts, which were uncovered by the bikini. Then she cupped those giant globes in her hands. Sh
e jiggled her left tit, and then the right one. Well… I think… I stuttered. She smiled wide. I guess it covers them up enough. She continued to test it out, adjusting the top and pulling the strings. She tugged at the triangles. She was putting on quite the show, jiggling her enormous boobs for me. I was transfixed, no longer concerned that my cock was at its full length. I couldn’t believe what was happening – here I was in the bed I share with my wife, watching my favorite student play with her big boobs in front of me. I had been stealing glances at her body during office hours for what felt like forever – Marie loved showing off her astounding curves in short shorts and low-cut tops and tight little sweaters – but I had never openly stared like this. She was enjoying herself greatly. She glanced down at the sheet, where my cock was making a tent. Then she crossed a line we’d never be able to uncross – Marie tugged the triangles of her bikini all the way down so I could see her hard nipples. And she started to rub them. Do
you like this? she said. Her eyes were gleaming with desire. She reached down into her bikini bottoms and started rubbing herself, swinging her hips and bouncing her boobs up and down. I shouldn’t be watching you do this, I said, in one last-ditch effort to save myself from what was about to happen. It’s wrong. I know you want to show me that big cock of yours, she said. I groaned. She was right. She pulled the sheets back before I could stop her and gasped. I was naked. You have an incredible cock, professor, she said as she started to wrap her small hand around the base. Please don’t, I gasped. She started to jack me off, every stroke making her tits bounce more – which made her giggle, an infectious little laugh that made me want to shove my dick in her mouth. Her braid was tickling my thigh. Marie’s nipples were rock hard and a rosy red color. I could cum just from looking at them. I put one hand on her upper thigh and I was about to put my other hand on her boobs, which were bobbing up and down rhythmically, when we heard the
downstairs door open. Then we heard steps. We locked eyes and she gripped my dick hard in panic. Get off, I whispered. She did, hastily rearranging her bikini, and skipped out of the room. A few minutes later, I heard Margaret coming up the stairs. I forgot some papers, she said, walking through the door as I was covering up my erection with a book. Oh, I said. I was just getting up. Wait, I want to talk to you for a minute, Margaret said. What’s happening? It’s Marie, she said. I think she and Jason might be… well… you know. Margaret, I said. Come here. My wife sat next to me on the bed. We have to trust them. Alright, I just… I don’t trust her, Margaret said, her face in a pinch. Why not? I think she could stand to cover up more, is all. Margaret, I said. I thought you were more progressive than that. I am. You know I’m not a prude. But it seems like she’s teasing him. I thought about our son and Marie in the pool and wondered if he’d tried to cop a feel. I just wish she would buy a bigger swim suit. Margaret, I scolded.
Don’t be so old-fashioned. I guess you’re right, she said. I looked at my wife in her plain outfit, her flat tits hidden under piles of fabric. I smiled at her. She’ll be gone in a few days, I said. *** On Tuesday, we had a barbecue at the house. All our friends came over, and some of our son’s friends, too. Marie wore tiny little denim shorts and an itty bitty crop top. Her midriff was exposed, and so was the bottom quarter of her ass. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so those stiff nipples were on display. She looked so fuckable all night, her big tits and bouncy ass looking perfect in her slutty outfit. Every time the wind blew, I hoped her top would fly up and treat us to a peak of her giant tits. She spent the whole night with my son and his friends. They were obviously obsessed with her. Picture this: five young men, giving one huge-titted young woman drinks and teasing her and asking her questions all night. I was shocked they didn’t throw her in the pool. She sat on Jason’s lap a few times, his arm wrapped around her hips. A few
of my friends made comments about my young student. I was simultaneously pissed off and turned on. We all got drunk. At the end of the night, Margaret was so drunk that she passed out on the couch. Marie laughed at her and at my son, who was just as drunk, stumbling down to his room in the basement. She helped me stay up late and clean. Thank you so much, I said. I’m surprised Margaret got that drunk. Marie giggled and popped open another beer for herself. Some girls just can’t handle their alcohol, she said playfully. Part of me was offended for my wife, another part of me (a bigger, longer, harder part of me) was incredibly turned on. We ended up finishing cleaning in the living room where Margaret was passed out. Marie gently pushed her onto her side. That’s the safe way, she whispered. Then she walked toward me and put her arms around my neck. She kissed me and I kissed back, grabbing her tiny waist hard. We made out for what must have been ten minutes before I came to and realized my wife was just feet away from us. Come on,
I whispered. Let’s go. I carried my student up the stairs. What followed was the best sex of my whole life. When we got into the master bedroom, I flicked on the lamp and gentle light filled the room. I peeled her crop top and her tiny shorts off and she stood in front of me, her perfect form a sight to behold. Her tits were like two huge melons on her small frame, her pink nipples jutting out. I’ve wanted to do this since the minute I laid eyes on you, I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me. I know. The minute you came into my office hours, I whispered in her ear. Her breasts were mashed against my chest. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I was sitting up, propped up by the pillows on the bed. She whispered in my ear, You just relax, okay? I want to do everything here. Marie scooted down to kneel between my knees. She unbuckled my belt and took my shorts off. Then she grabbed my thick cock with her warm hand. This is where we were interrupted the other day, she giggled. She started out slow, then pumped f
aster and faster. Does that feel good baby? I groaned. She kept pumping my cock with her hand. I’d never e