Francis and Principal Peters take a few moments to rest before they begin discussing his first assignment. Francis is nestled up on her lap, resting his head on her massive bosom, both completely naked.
"Now," she says, "this first assignment is special. You could say it's a favor to a friend. There's a teacher here who has been...neglected sexually and has had the idea that her only redeming feature is her tits far too much reenforced. She needs a young man who can appreciate all of her. I think with my encouragement, you'll be able to do very well."
Really, Peters is rather pleased with the progress he's made in such a short time. It just took a little encouragement to get him to think outside the bra. Peters tells Francis of Ms. Downing, the shop teacher. In truth, she is extremely attractive in addition to being stupendously well-endowed in the breast department, but not with the movie star beauty of Peters. Downing is a larger, heavy-set, earthy beauty with a sweet and expressive face (posessing bright eyes and frankly extremely huge lips.) Her great body suggests a good amount of strength for carrying her sizable bulk. She's a bit like Nurse Shallan in that way. Peters gives Francis a few more pointers and then, once dressed, sends him off to the shop class.
Ms. Downing is cleaning up the classroom when he approaches and he's greeted by a great view of her extreme soft ass as she's bent over fixing something. Francis politely waits for her to straighten up before announcing himself.
"Ms. Downing?" says Francis.
"Oh, hi Francis," says the big shop teacher with a huge smile, "what can I do for you."
"Well," says Francis, "I was around, not really much to do, wondered if I could hang out with you for a little, maybe give you a hand with the cleanup."
"Thank you," she beams, "please do."
The two of them chat as they clean up and eventually Downing takes note of the incredible bulge of Francis erection. She tries to laugh it off although it makes her very hot. She's been a long time without a man and even longer without a man she's actually felt wanted her fully.
"Your soddering tool is showing," she teases Francis with a wink.
"Oh!" says Francis as if just noticing, "sorry."
"Don't be," says Downing, sliding her hands under her gigantic heavy boobs and hefting them a little, "I know I've got what drives you boys crazy. Only thing I've got that drives guys crazy, though."
"Don't say that," says Francis suddenly, "you're incredibly gorgeous. Yes...those are extremely alluring, but the rest of you is beautiful, too."
It is the sincerity in Francis young voice that makes Ms. Downing stop and look down at the suddenly nervous but determined young man. She places a hand on one of her meaty hips and smirks a little, making her big full lips curl in a very pleasing way.
"Oh yeah?" she says, "Like what?"
"Your eyes," says Francis sincerely, "they're breathtaking, a guy could get lost in them. All of your face is a work of art, and your hair is beautiful, too. As a matter of fact...um...would you...uh..."
"What," says Downing, "you can say it. Just us here."
"Will you...take your hair down?" asks Francis, "I've only seen it down once and it looks great framing your face."
"I don't know," says Downing, fingering her red hair now in a bun behind her.
"Please," says Francis, "make a boy's dream come true."
"I shouldn't," she says with a mischevious glint in her eye, "but...I will."
Ms. Downing takes down her red curly locks, shakes them out and lets them fall about her shoulders.
"Well?" says she.
"You're an absolute goddess," says Francis.
"Francis!" says Ms. Downing, looking away, "you're making me blush...oh what do you actually want. You can't be that smitten with me, no guy is."
"Ms. Downing," says Francis, "please...look into my eyes."
She squats down so that she can look Francis direct in the eyes, their faces very close together.
"Ms. Downing, you are very beautiful with so many attractive qualities," Francis starts.
"Yeah," she murmurs, "attatched to my chest."
"Those are beautiful too," admits Francis, "as is the rest of you. Your eyes, your...full...beautiful...lips..."
And then Francis leans forward and actually kisses Ms. Downing softly. She squeaks in shock, her fingers flexing beside her, unsure of what to do. Everything in her brain is telling her to pull back, assert her authority, and give Francis a good hard lecture about what behavior is appropriate between teacher and student and what isn't. The difficulty is that every physical sensation is telling her, don't you dare! It has been so long since a man has kissed her and no man ever kissed her like this. That decides things and she suddenly wraps her strong but soft arms around Francis small scrawny body, burying him against her heavy body, and deepening the kiss. Their tongues are soon sliding all over each other before either of them knows fully what's going on. The two of them kiss for several minutes before they seperate, staring into each others eyes. Then...
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