by Doris Joe
“Well, you’re right, I guess. The ‘beaver’ slang might not be appropriate. But I can see where the ‘taco’ reference comes from.” Amber was admiring her teacher’s sexy body and started to rub Collen’s inner thigh as she bent for a closer look. Jaden dropped his pants and boxers and was scooting around to get between her legs for a better look. He looked ridiculous with his pants around his ankles and the bra swinging from it’s perch on his hard cock.
Amber covered her teacher’s crotch protectively with her hand and said, “Don’t you dare do anything to her, nerd! Or she’ll stop helping us.”
Slowly Ms. Davis was coming out of whatever orgasmic trance she was in. She was about to protest what had gone on when she looked to her right and saw Ken screwing little Amy right next to her.
She reached out her hand to grab Amy’s hand in support and said, “Ken, stop. This has gone too far.” Amy grabbed her teacher’s hand but said, “Stay out of it, bitch. He’s doing just fine.” At that very second, Amber’s middle finger curled up and easily slipped into the older woman’s wet slit. Davis tried to pull her hand away from Amy’s grasp in order to stop Amber but Amy intertwined her fingers and wouldn’t let her go. Jaden saw what Amy was trying to do so he pinned Colleen’s other hand at her side.
Amber wasted no time in taking advantage as she slipped another finger inside Ms. Davis’ pussy and started to pump in and out. She had assertively pushed past Jaden to get between Colleen’s thighs in order to get a better angle as she finger fucked her teacher.
Jaden at first protested but saw another opportunity and reached around Amber and started to unbutton her blouse as she bent forward. Realizing there was no protest forthcoming, once he got her blouse unbuttoned, he moved down to her jeans. Unbuttoning them quickly, once the zipper was down it was easy to shimmy the jeans over her hips and down to her feet. He admired how he also got her panties down at the same time. Her tight ass and the back of her pussy visible to his hungry gaze. He knew an opportunity when he saw one and unhooked her bra. Her big tits jiggled under her as she bent forward.
Now that Ms. Davis’ one hand was free, Jaden expected her to force Amber to stop. However Colleen used it to start to massage her own clit, making sure not to disturb what Amber was doing about an inch below her fingers. “Jesus! How could something so wrong feel so right?”
Ken exclaimed, “Oh, God! I’m cumming! You can’t call me a virgin any more, Amy!”
As Jaden entered Amber from behind in doggie style he yelled, “Me neither! Fuck, this project is an unqualified success! Even if we can’t enter this in the regionals!”
“I told you guys not to say ‘fuck’ in front of your teacher! I know what he’s doing to you Amber but don’t you dare stop! Good Lord, your fingers feel good!”
Ken pulled his cock out of Amy and walked over to Ms. Davis, his softening prick glistening with Amy’s love juices. “Let me feel these titties up and see what all the fuss is about.”
“Well, I’m not as big as Amber here but something tells me you’ll like them. Hey! Who said you could suck on that? You shouldn’t still be horny!” Amber pulled her fingers out of the older woman’s gaping wet pussy and started lapping up her juices coming out of it. “mmm. So nice! And look at the puddle you made on the desk here!” “Jesus, how did you learn to do this so well at such a young age!” Colleen said as she lay back to enjoy getting tongued. Ken and Amy came up on both sides of her and started grabbing, squeezing and pinching her erect nipples. With her hands free Davis reached over to both sides and grabbed Ken’s dick in one hand and started rubbing between Amy’s legs with the other. All the while, Amber was thrusting tongue into her honey pot…or were the ‘thrusts’ due to Jaden fucking her hard? She wasn’t sure.
The four kids were pretty sure Ms. Davis was close to an orgasm. Jaden decided that he’d have other opportunities in his young life to screw babes his own age so he pulled out of Amber with a ‘plop’. He grabbed the tail of her loose blouse in the back and yanked her face away from Colleen’s pussy. As she stumbled backward he walked up between his teacher’s thighs and their ‘guinea pig’ couldn’t help but laugh when she glanced down toward the end of the work table and saw that Jaden still had the bra hanging off his cock.
“What are you laughing at? You don’t think my dick is good enough for you? Well, we’ll see about that!”
“Oh, no…sorry. I was okay with a little playing but there’s no way I’m letting…”
As if he didn’t hear her, Jaden stuffed his hard prick in her wet slit. At the same time Amy and Ken decided that they could both suck on her soft tits without banging their heads together.
“Good God, how did you get that thing in there so fast! Seriously, this is wrong, okay? Oh, Jesus!” He was working his virgin dick in and out of her deeper with every thrust which made his balls slap against her ass. He focused on the light brown tuft of pubic hair in the shape of a heart above her pussy as he grabbed the back of her thighs just below her knees and pulled her legs apart wider. He had seen a guy do that on one of the porn videos he watched for ‘research’.
Amber was frustrated from the sudden lack of attention and hungrily grabbed for Jaden’s ball sack while he was humping his chemistry teacher. She giggled when she felt the bra dangling from the base of his cock even while he was busy fucking. So she grabbed the end of the bra and yanked it up between his legs. The end of the bra strap riding up his ball sack between his gonads.
“Kee-rist! Where’d you learn to fuck so good? Keep drilling me with that thing!” All four of them at once exclaimed a chorus of fake invective with some form of “Hey, you said we couldn’t say ‘fuck’ and now you’re saying it!” After which Ken and Amy resumed sucking Colleen’s tits.
Amber noticed that nodules in the bra cups were still breathing in and out. Jaden had dropped the remote control when he started undressing there subject. She had a great idea since she hadn’t climaxed from Jaden and was jealous of the attention her teacher was getting. She stuck her index finger into the tip of the bra cup. The tip of her finger could feel the motion of the pods moving in and out around it. With her other hand she spread Jaden’s ass cheek to one side and pushed the tip of Amber’s bra cup up his ass!
She foolishly thought this would break his concentration and get him to pull out of Ms. Davis’ pussy so she could go back to sucking it.
She miscalculated.
“Oh, my God! Those pods are up my ass! Jesus, that feels good!” Jaden screamed as his rhythm picked up. “Don’t you dare cum in me! What if my husband wants me when I get home before I have a chance to shower? You fucking kids are going to get me in so much trouble! Gawd, you’re sucking my tits so good! First time I’ve had two sucked at once since my bachelorette party! God damn! Don’t bite, Ken!”
“AAAAGGGHHH!!!”
“Jesus! What a load! How much jizz are you putting in me?”
As he pulled out of her, the room was full of five people breathing heavily. Or was it six?
Ken looked toward the back of the room and shouted toward an industrial rack of various robotics paraphernalia and shouted, “Jorge, did you get all that?”
They all heard Jorge’s voice from behind the rack, “Si, Ken. Good thing you finished when you did, the batteries in the camcorder are about to run out.” In hindsight, my divorce, combined with a new start in a new city, had probably left me somewhat emotionally vulnerable by the time I first met Lisa and her husband, Cameron. But whether or not that vulnerability was in some part responsible for the nature of our encounter, I'm not sure. In the end, I'm just glad it happened. It was a beautiful and exotic introduction to a new chapter in my life; a sexual re-awakening that I will always cherish. Sometimes a single act can change who you are. Ever since last summer, I feel like a different person, a different woman.
Twelve months ago, I walked into an interesting-looking lingerie boutique in an upscale part of the city. Someone had told me that it specialized in lingerie and swimwear for women wit
h a larger bust. I'm forty-nine years old, 5' 3", with auburn hair and green eyes. Though relatively small-framed, I’m also rather curvy and wear a 34E (or so I thought) size bra. While being so buxom may be visually appealing to some, finding attractive bras that fit properly is on ongoing challenge. It's almost impossible to find something pretty in my size. It's either a matronly and ugly or it just doesn’t fit. The big stores don't have a single thing for me and tend to cater to smaller cup sizes.
So, it was a thrill to finally find a shop like, Belle Curves. I was in heaven the moment I walked in! It had literally dozens of pretty-looking bras in my size, in lovely colours and fabrics. I had three bra and panty sets in hand and was looking around for the change rooms when all of a sudden I heard the loveliest voice.
"Why hello, neighbour," said a woman.
I turned to find a very beautiful, somewhat familiar-looking, woman smiling at me.
"I beg your pardon," I replied, sounding slightly puzzled, not sure where I'd seen her before.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that we're neighbours. I believe you bought the house at the top of my street a few months ago," she said.
It suddenly clicked; the reason why she looked vaguely familiar. I had seen her on a number of occasions getting into her car and driving away while I tended to my roses.
We shook hands and she introduced herself as Lisa.
"I'm Julia," I countered with a warm smile. "Pleasure to meet you." Lisa, it turned out, owned the boutique. She looked to be quite a bit younger, possibly in her midthirties, with gorgeous black hair, flawless white skin, and a lovely, curvaceous figure. For some reason, I can't say why, I liked her immediately. Perhaps it was her easy charm, the warmth of her smile, or her attentive blue eyes. Either way, we stood there for what seemed like a half an hour chatting and getting acquainted. I knew early on that I'd made a new friend, and it gave me such a nice feeling. I may have exuded a happy glow while I stood there talking with her so amiably.
She was married, and she and her husband, Cameron, a lawyer, had been living in their house at the end of my lane for about three years.
It was uncanny how many interests we shared: flowers, books, fashion and fabrics, and, well, big boobs! I assumed her own plight had inspired her to open the store.
By the time we stopped talking long enough to notice, it was time to close the shop. I apologized and started to put the bra sets back on the rack, promising to come back another time.
"Don't be silly," she said. "We're the only ones here. Just let me lock up and I'll let you try on whatever you like."
"Are you sure?" I asked. I was so excited about finding such a bounty of pretty lingerie, I really did want to try on a few things. In truth, I was going through a period where I felt a bit blah and desperately needed to feel sexy again. Even before I’d discovered Lisa’s boutique, I was bound and determined to treat myself to a major lingerie (and perhaps even a swimwear) shopping splurge at some point. The sets I had picked out were quite brief and delicate, all hand-made in the UK, and the chance to buy such sexy and wellmade things like that in my size was a thrill.
Lisa quickly locked the doors, took me by the hand, and led me - loaded down with sexy underthings to the change rooms. She was wearing a short, form-hugging skirt, and I couldn't help but notice that she had the kind of derriere, not to mention the kind of hippy, sashaying walk, that men adore.
The change room was spacious, with a big wall-size mirror; and for once, had lighting that didn't make me look and feel fat and hideous. I stripped off my clothes and slipped on a lacy, semi-sheer bra and panty set in a pretty shade of fuchsia. It was embroidered with a lovely flower motif, and as sheer and brief as it was, the bra lifted and supported my large, heavy boobs fairly well.
"Let's have a look," said Lisa from outside. I felt a bit bashful about stepping out in front of a woman I'd only just met in a set of skimpy underwear, but she made me feel so at ease. I opened the door and emerged; naked except for a few bits of delicate fabric.
"What size is the bra?" she asked.
"34E," I answered.
She took me back in the change room and stood behind me while I faced the mirror. She reached under my arms and began adjusting the bra; her hands brushing against my breasts.
I felt her fingers touch underneath, where some of my breasts were left exposed.
"You see, this shouldn't be happening," she said. "Let me grab a tape measure."
She came back a moment later and measured me around the ribcage. "Just as I thought, you're not a 34. And I'm guessing you're a larger cup size than an 'E', too, judging by the amount of boob that's sticking out underneath." She left and came back with a lacy purple bra and thong.
"Try these on," she said.
There was an awkward moment while I waited for her to leave so I could change.
"Oh, don't be silly!" she said, smiling. "You don't expect me to keep coming and going, do you? We have too many pretty things to try on!" Somewhat sheepishly, I unfastened the clasp and removed the bra and peeled off the panties. I stood there, starkers, in front of a woman I'd only just met. Perhaps it was her warm, non-plussed demeanour, but it felt strangely liberating, and, even more strangely, a bit exciting. There was something about Lisa's gaze. She had a playful twinkle in her eye that was so sexy and engaging. I found her very attractive. I'd never been with a woman before, nor had I been attracted to one in quite that way, but for the first time in my life, I had to admit that I found myself feeling sexually excited by the presence of a woman. "My store was definitely made for your body," said Lisa. "You and I are that rare exception: relatively petite but very large breasted. You're even bigger than me. You have such lovely breasts, and such beautiful, large areola."
I felt myself blush a bit as I slipped on the thong before trying on the bra. It felt very comfortable straight away and looked incredibly sexy. Lisa again stepped behind me and adjusted the fit. This time, however, she gently cupped my full bosom in her small hands.
"You see," she said with a satisfied grin; her penetrating eyes looking directly into mine through the mirror's reflection. "Thirty-two underneath and forty-three across, you're a 32JJ, my dear."
Then I felt her step closer towards me; her own breasts pressing slightly against my bare back. She reached around and adjusted the top of the thong. I could feel her soft black hair fall against my neck.
"You look fabulous," she said. I turned to face her. The air was crackling with a playful, sexual energy. I was fairly sure she was feeling some of the same things I was at that moment. She was married, and her vaguely flirty attention didn't feel the slightest bit like a come-on. I didn't feel threatened or put off at all. I really didn't know what to think, to be honest!
"Thank you," I replied, looking into her eyes. We spent the next hour in her shop. She assisted, while I tried on everything from bras to bikinis to teddies to pumps. I left poorer in the purse but elated. Nothing came of our 'moment' that day. Happily, it didn't get in the way of what quickly developed into a wonderful new friendship. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that we became the very best of friends in a very short period of time.
She was so warm and charming and down to earth. We would talk on the phone or over cups of tea for hours, about everything from my gladiolas to the lingering hurt from my divorce, to our most intimate thoughts about sex. Sometimes, when I would open up about the pain of my divorce, she would take my hand in hers and stroke my hair. In those moments, I felt the most wonderful mixture of affection and arousal. My feelings quickly evolved into something more complex. But, like a moth to a flame, I could not, would not, pull away from her. Happily, she seemed just as loathe to pull back from me. At some point during those first initial few weeks, I met her husband, Cameron. He seemed her male counterpart in every respect. His quiet charm matched hers. He was also drop-dead gorgeous: slim, with a chiseled jawline, big beautiful eyes with long dark lashes, and dark, short-cropped hair. He seemed d
elighted by his wife's new friendship. His work frequently kept him at the office until late. So, he said that it was comforting to know that Lisa had someone so close by.
On one such night, when Cameron was working late and I was keeping Lisa company, the topic of our chat turned once again to sex. Lisa started talking about her sex life with Cameron; and as women are often want to do when discussing their sex lives, the two of us ended up having an enthusiastic and conspiratorial giggle. I had no sex life to speak of at that moment in time, so I was quite happy to live vicariously through my friend.
"He's quite skilled with his tongue," she said, grinning cheekily. "And he can go for hours. Sometimes he wears me out!" she laughed. "He’s quite intrepid and went exploring one night and found my gspot. I thought my head was going to pop off like a champagne cork!"
Our laughter eventually trailed off, and the two of us sat there smiling at each other.
"Have you ever made love to a woman?" she asked after the laughter subsided.
"No, I haven’t" I answered quietly.
"Neither have I."
Nothing more was said on the subject and we soon started talking about something less fraught with pregnant pauses. On weekends, the two of us would often go for a dip in her backyard pool and do some sunbathing. Lisa filled out her string bikini like a goddess, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her formidable body. Although her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, she had the sexiest hips and the most glorious behind.
One particularly hot and sunny day, after the sun had dried us off from our swim, Lisa suggested we go inside. "Would you let me treat you to a massage?" she asked.
How could I refuse? Cameron had often sung the praises of his wife's famous massages. One side of their house was floor to ceiling sliding glass doors. She opened the doors that led from the pool into the carpeted living room, and to my surprise set up her professional looking massage table. A cool breeze wafted through while she did her thing.
