"I'm going to take a moment to train you how to see more than just breasts."
Francis fidgeted. The irony of her words was sky high as she leaned closer, her great soft pillows of pulchritude damn near squashing his entire face and commanding his field of vision. "But -- But -- But -- " he tried to object.
"But what, Francis? Confess to whatever is on your mind."
"TITS!" he blurted out. "BOOBIES!"
"Oh, dear. I see I may have to take drastic measures. I figure that maybe if I just expose you as much as possible, you will finally build up a resistance." So saying, she pulled her blouse and industrial-strength breakaway bra apart, and Francis was deluged in her loosed landslide of giant tit.
Eventually she lightly brushed her lips and tongue tip against his naked glans. "Ooh," she teased, "whatever would you like me to do, Francis!?"
"Suck me off!" he pleased. "Please, right now, suck me OFF!"
"With my mouth, Francis? Do you acknowledge my mouth?"
"Yes, yes!"
A little later she asked "Mmm ... do you desire anything now?"
"I've GOT to fuck you!" he begged.
"You mean, my pussy? You acknowledge the existence of my pussy?"
"Yeah, yeah!"
As she rode atop him and began to approach climax, she said "I do believe ... you're beginning to respect ... that women have mouths and pussies, and not just tits. In fact ... I'll tell you what. I'm trying to get along better with all the teachers here. They have all kinds of demands, and I'd like to throw them a bone every now and then to keep them on my side. I want you to be that bone. Deal?"
"Deal!" gasped Francis, who at that point was so sexually manic he would have agreed to just about anything.
Mon Jul 07 11:38:03 2008