3 comments/ 129426 views/ 31 favorites James and the Giant Melons Ch. 01 By: infatuatedbybreasts With a subtle grin, James proudly accepts Victoria's invitation, approaching her from behind. Her round, bubbly cheeks ripple while she pops her hips, teasing the 18 year old boy's beaming eyes. He takes a nervous gulp, continuing to making his way towards her as he reaches out with his long, shaky fingers. He gently lays his soft palms on the sides of her tantalizing rear, smearing skin to skin. His grin stretches wider across his youthful face as he admires her golden, smooth skin molding to his gentle grip. A painful throb ignites in James' swaying slab of meat. Another gulp lodges in his throat, managing to force its way down. The next throb causes his manhood to thicken. He pushes his hips forward and gasps a low, raspy grunt as the hot flesh presses into the buxom beauty's crack. The blonde Victoria tosses back her long locks of hair as she moves her chin over her shoulder. She flashes a smile back at James while he rocks his growing pole back and forth between her jiggling cheeks. Her glistening, plump lips slowly part with a light smack to coo, "Oh, James... Please f-" James' eyes pop open as his alarm annoyingly rings in his ears. His hand flops over to the clock, smacking the button to turn off the interrupting buzzing. His eyelids are heavy, but he manages to lift them open. He squints while staring at the clock, trying to make out the time. He suddenly realizes that the alarm must have been going off for ten minutes. Being as punctual as he is, he grabs the sheets on top of him and rips them off to his side. He swings his long, scrawny legs over the edge of the bed and settles his feet into the ground. His jaw drops open as he lets out an impossible to ignore yawn while he steps up from the bed. Half-dazed, he glances down and notices his embarrassing erection. An image of Victoria flashes back in his mind. A goofy grin forms as he loses himself for a moment back in the erotic dream. He draws in a deep breath with his eyes falling shut, allowing himself the brief time of pleasure before he forces himself back into reality. With his boner still as stiff as a board, James starts his morning routine to get ready for school. He has gotten used to ignoring it. He is a Senior at Southeast High and has been determined to lose his virginity since he was 15. However, it is becoming a feat that was not easy as he once thought he could overcome. Apparently, he has a difficulty achieving it in his own dreams. After his cold shower, James finally succeeds in taming the beast. As if he had just won a gold medal at the Olympics, he smiles with joy and heads to the closet to dress himself. He starts off by opening his dresser and putting on specially knitted boxers. After opening another drawer and sliding on a pair of socks, he reaches up and thumbs through his shorts to find a reasonable pair of plaid. He steps through the holes in the shorts and tugs them up to his waist, buttoning and sealing the belt. He purses his lips until he finds his favorite white and blue striped polo. He dips his lanky arms into the armholes and yanks the shirt down his skinny frame. He buttons up the first button, leaving the other two unbuttoned to show off his lack of chest hair. He picks up a pair of Pumas from his shoe rack and makes his way back over to the bed. He plops down on the edge and slips on his shoes, lacing them up as the persistent Victoria happens to cross his mind yet again. The familiar, foolish grin forms across his thin lips while he daydreams about the blonde vixen. His motor skills are in auto-pilot, finishing up the laces while his sexually overdriven mind enjoys his fantasy for a few more seconds. He releases a heavy sigh and slaps his hands on his thighs, hoisting himself up from the bed and making his way out of his room. James jogs down the stairs, gliding his hand down the banister. He has always wondered what it would be like to sit on the circular banister and ride his way to the bottom, but he hasn't quite dared to attempt it yet. Before he can finish imagining what it may be like to slide down the banister, he has already made it to the bottom of the stairs. He pushes the thought to the back of his mind, bringing breakfast to the foreground. He heads toward the empty kitchen and makes himself a bowl of Cheerios. With his single mother working an extra shift, James has had to make the most out of breakfast by himself. Knowing that he is behind schedule, he tilts back the bowl and finishes the last few drops of milk. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and tosses his bowl into the sink. He jogs over to his backpack leaning by the door and scoops it up and onto his back. He slams the door shut behind him as he continues jogging toward his car. He realizes that it's rather silly to be jogging for being a few minutes late to school, but the rush doesn't stop him from slamming the car door after he slips inside and nearly jamming his thumb. With a click of the garage door opener, he backs up and is on his way to school. ************************************************* The tardy bell rings as soon James lays his hand on the door to his first period class. He lowers his head, knowing full well that he has just ruined his perfect track record. He breathes out a painful sigh and turns the handle. He steps inside and walks over to his seat in the front of the room with his cheeks flushed red. Ms. Fanning reaches up her dainty, small hand and lowers her glasses down the brim of her nose to give James a dreadful stare. "You're late, James...", the teacher exclaims. James replies without a word but simply nods his head. Paul, a burly kid, leans over in his desk and whispers into James ear, "You're late, fucker." He gives a quick, yet surprisingly powerful jab into James' left arm. Ms. Fanning manages to eye the sneaky punch. "Paul, there will be none of that in my classroom. James, I want to see you after class." James is taken aback, his skin suddenly pale. He cannot fathom why Ms. Fanning could possibly want to see him after class for merely being tardy the first time all semester. Involuntary thoughts flood his mind with the outrageous possibilities of why she may have asked him to stay late. Before he can come up with a rational reason, the bell rings. With a hesitant stagger, James approaches Ms. Fanning's desk while the others pour out of the room. His eyes lower to meet his teacher's, but he can feel them lower further down to her neckline. Her golden skin contrasts with her bright, white blouse. His eyes travel farther down to wander her cavernous cleavage before he is interrupted by her sweet, light voice. He darts his light blue eyes to meet hers through the frame of his glasses while he takes a nervous gulp. "Please, take a seat." She motions for him to pull up a chair in front of her desk. "James, I cannot help but to notice that you are consistently bullied." James cocks an eyebrow, her statement throwing him off balance. He was sure that he was going to get nailed for his tardiness. Ms. Fanning continues, taking his silence as an answer. "I saw Paul throw that punch. In fact, I have seen every punch that he has thrown. I really don't approve of it in my classroom, and I wanted to talk to you first." James still cannot understand why she has pulled him aside rather than talking to the guy who actually punched him. With his mind racing with thoughts, trying to keep up with his teacher, she decides to continue. "You know, I have heard rumors as to why it is exactly they bully you. Do you know why?" James manages to slowly shake his head from side to side while he gazes at his teacher with a puzzled look. Her plump, glistening lips slowly curl into a peculiar smirk. "The other boys bully you because they are jealous. At least, that is the rumor. I wanted to discuss it with you personally. Because if it is the truth, I believe it is only fair that you know." James is beyond belief at this point. The thoughts running through his mind come to an abrupt stop. Ms. Fanning places her hands on the edge of her desk and lifts herself from her chair. James cannot help his young eyes as they fall onto her wobbling breasts, tightly constrained by her clinging blouse. His mind regains consciousness and begins formulating guesses of her bra sizes – 32C, 32D, 32DD, 32E? While his mind is occupied trying to guess the size of her bra, his nose suddenly becomes curious about her perfume. She has made her way across the desk, dragging her fingers on the edge along the way. She flashes her pearly whites with a lovely, bright smile. Standing at nearly 5'6" in height with 3" heels, she hardly has to look down at James while he is seated. The boy's hormones start to fire up as his eyes realize that he is eye level with her golden globes. His eyes grow wild, admiring the creamy flesh of her magnificently disproportionate bosom. He draws in a long, slow breath through his nose. His nostrils flare, allowing as much of her intoxicating scent to flow through the passageway. A gulp forms a lump in his throat, struggling to get it to go down. A playful, light giggle escapes her lips as she rests her small, fragile fingers on his thigh. James' ears perk up, listening to the hustle and bustle happening outside the classroom door. His other senses ignore the sounds around him and hone in on the knockout blonde in front of him. His lips helplessly part, falling open with a deep, low moan rumbling into the open. Her ruby red lips spread into a wider grin as her fingers tap up his thigh. James is mesmerized by the jiggling, wiggling melons directly in his view. His heart is racing, pounding in his chest as his pulse increases exponentially. The pulse travels to his groin. His throbbing manhood creates a bulky bulge in his plaid shorts. The trouser snake inches down his thigh, meeting Ms. Fanning's tapping fingers. She slowly lays her hand flat, resting her palm on his thickening girth as the bulbous head continues stretching its way down toward his knee. Ms. Fanning's bright, pink tongue sneaks out of its cave, scoops upward and smears across her upper lip before it dips downward and wets the lower. Her sparkling, glistening lips fall apart while curling into a joyful grin. She bends at the waist, leaning forward. Her heavy, soft pillows gently press into James' chest as her lips near his ear. She softly coos, whispering, "It seems as if you supersede the expectations of the rumor. Listen closely to me, James." The boy's eyes roll to the back of his head as his eyelids fall shut. Chills spread throughout his limbs, causing his hairs to rise while he intently listens to the phenomenally gorgeous teacher as she continues. "... The boys don't tease you because of the reasons you may think." Her limp hand firms its grip, clenching down. Her fingers cling to the throbbing, growing bulge. Ever so slowly, she pumps her tightening fist up and down his thigh. "... The boys tease you because you are hung like a horse. I overheard one of the brutes talking about it, calling you a freak. Well, James... I'm here to tell you that you're not a freak at all. You are very... special." James cannot believe what he his hearing. His body has taken over his mind, leaving him in a whirlwind of hormones. He squeezes down on the edge of the chair, trying to muster any strength he has inside him not to come prematurely. Before he can think another thought, he can hear the sound of a hand at the door handle. Ms. Fanning hears the same sound and quickly arches her back. James enjoys the mountainous melons wobbling back into their center of gravity while she gives a final squeeze of his rock hard member. She sends a playful wink in his direction before making her way back to the other side of the desk. She takes a seat and tilts her head down, causing her glasses to slide down the bridge of her nose. "Now, James, I really want you to think about what we discussed. After you have thought about it all day, I expect to see you back in my classroom at the end of the day. I am not finished with you." James completely awestruck nods his head, attempting to act nonchalant in front of his fellow classmate. He fails quite miserably and fumbles backwards, reaching for his notebook and books. He pulls them toward him and shoves them in his lap and stands up, stumbling out the door. ************************************************* James finds it extremely difficult to concentrate throughout the day. All he can think about is what happened after first period. He struggles to finish through the day, making doodles and scribbles instead of focusing and taking notes. He hears another bell, counting them back in his head and confirming that is the seventh one. Nervous that the day is over, wondering if Ms. Fanning really expects him back in her classroom. He convinces himself that he has to at least give it a shot. The worst he suspects can happen is what he has put up with all his life. He nods to himself to verify his decision and makes his way to his Calculus teacher's room. The boy nervously stands outside the door, swaying side to side as he watches other students exit the room. After the last classmate has left, he slips inside. He is greeted by his perky, grinning teacher. "James, I wasn't sure if you'd be stopping by this afternoon. Please, shut the door. We still have much to discuss." James obediently shuts the door behind him and walks into the classroom, laying his notebooks on a nearby desk. With a confident smile planted on her bright, red lips, Ms. Fanning struts away from her desk toward James and takes one step back, placing her rounded end on the edge of her desk with her hands gripping the sides. James can already feel a reaction stirring beneath his shorts. He attempts to withhold a helpless groan, but it inevitably escapes his lips. He watches her lips grow into a wider grin while she realizes the inexperienced, nervous boy is unaware of what to do next. She slowly raises her right knee and kicks out her foot. The edge of her heel clanks onto the chair nearest to her. James roams her tanned, slender leg up from her foot to the trim of her black skirt. She drags the chair over by the heel with her eyes fixated on the boy. "Please, have a seat." He nods with a gentle smile and accepts her considerate offer. He sits down in front of her, and she takes the opportunity to get closer to the boy. She sets heel after heel onto the floor and takes two steps toward him until her inner thighs are on either side of his. She slowly bends at her knees and leans slightly forward. Her abundant chest scrapes down the front of his polo. She slides in closer, pressing the flat of her breasts against the broad of his chest. Her pelvis lands in his lap as her hands fall onto his shoulders. Her head tilts to the side, causing her long, blonde locks of hair to flow down one side of her head. She inches closer, breathing lightly into his ear as her hips begin to rock at a light pace. Her teeth scoop up the boy's lobe, nibbling gently as she grinds down onto his responding, throbbing member. She groans with excitement, keeping a steady, slow pace as his impressive stack of meat expands against her. The friction creates increasing warmth while the boy's manhood grows to her pleasure. His eyes briefly glance up at hers before falling down into her cleavage, eye-level with the biggest pair of breasts he has ever been so lucky to smell. He savors her aroma, inhaling as he leans in closer. His nose brushes against her smooth, soft skin. Unwilling to test his boldness, she glides her fingernails up the back of his neck, and she cups his head gently. Her fingers slip through his thick head of hair and pull him inward. He takes a deep breath before his nose plummets deep into her cleavage. His thin lips smear against her wobbling tit flesh, smothered by her massive mammaries. He smacks his lips up and down, turning his head slightly to the side as his hungry lips taste her sweet skin. She smirks and lifts her hips, slipping her other hand down onto his shorts. With a quick tug, she yanks down his zipper and runs her fingers inside the hole. She finds another obstacle and swiftly undoes the button to his boxers and eagerly lunges her fingers inside. She grapples her fingers around the throbbing, veiny shaft. She smirks as she squeezes the girth, unable to get her thumb to meet her forefinger. She rolls out the still growing piece of meat. A breeze of warm air rushes over his exposed member, causing him to groan into her bosom. She playfully giggles, giving his stiffening pole a firm squeeze as she slides her hips further up his belly. She makes sure to keep her back arched, holding the boy's face buried inside her mountainous melons. She roams her fingers up and down, dragging her fingernails along the road mapped veins. She breathes a heavy moan into his ear before lowering herself back down with his incredibly hung meat beneath her skirt. His eyes squeeze shut, gasping another low groan as his bulbous, sensitive helmet brushes against her bare pubic mound. He quickly realizes she either forgot or purposely decided not to wear any underwear. The thought creates a spark of electricity in his young body and a gush of thick pre-cum oozes from the fat head. She grins and smears the mess into her pelvic mound, running the head toward her slit. He gently eases his hips forward, trying to seal the deal, but her position overpowers him. She grapples his marbled shaft with a surprising strength, holding him steady by the grip on the back of his head. She jerks his head back and peers down into his eyes. He can see a glint of lust in her green, mesmerizing eyes as she pushes herself down. Her velvet, slick lips part and envelope over the mushroom tip. She lets out a heavy pant as she pushes down harder, engulfing the plump head into her squeezing womanhood. She rolls her hips very slowly, sinking down further. Her folds cling tight to his wide shaft. Her body goes limp for a brief moment, losing control while she begins to take his monstrous rod. He follows suit and instinctively raises his hands from his sides, grasping her hips to hold her steady. His eyes are locked with hers while his hips gently rock as if they had a mind of their own. With a gentle ease, the top few inches of his incredibly long pole work their way inside her contracting, slick entrance. His fingers clamp tight on her waist, running his thumbs up and down the V of her hips while he guides her lower. She rolls her way down, continuing to maneuver her hips as she slides her way back up. The process ensues, working to devour his sensational staff of fleshy meat. He gulps, clenching his teeth to contain his strength while he matches her rhythmic hips with movements of his own. His eyes finally fall from the gaze and sink into her wobbling, jiggling breasts. He notices the more he pulls her down while thrusting forward, the more her voluptuous curves shake. This entices him to make her fascinatingly large, endowed bosom to wiggle and jolt. He clamps his hands down tight and starts to take control. He holds her in position and bucks his hips with a powerful thrust. He drives his lengthy rod of meat into her velvety entrance with a steady pace, fixated on her impressive breasts jiggling like Jello. His pace quickens, picking up speed as he loses himself in the moment. He plants his feet firmly on the ground, gaining a strong composure as his bucks start to get wilder. His fingers grind tight through her blouse, keeping her from moving a muscle while he drives his hung member deep into her convulsing pussy. James gains a proud confidence while he drills her to her first climax. Her hands both fall down onto his shoulders, squeezing tight while she rapidly swirls her hips, unable to move up and down. The tall, hung boy yanks her body up and down with all the strength inside him while his hips swiftly thrust to meet her motions downward. Her velvet walls close in around his shaft, squeezing tight. His heavy, swollen balls rise toward his pelvic bound as a sensational release of hormones rushes throughout his body. His pace growing similar to that of a jackhammer, he pile drives is stacked staff deep into her forbidden womanhood. Her screams begin to fill the room as a powerful orgasm washes over James' massive meat. The young, inexperienced boy is unable to contain himself any longer. Having felt her sweet, juices pour over him; it pushes him to the edge. His eyes roll to the back of his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he matches her screams with a low, burly grunt of ecstasy. James and the Giant Melons Ch. 01 He thrusts upward and lunges his entire thirteen inch monster inside her stretched, accommodating cunt with his massive balls lodged against her bubbly ass. His large slit spreads, and his insane cock erupts like a geyser. His massive balls empty his built-up orgasm into her womb. Wave after wave of his teenage spunk spews inside her while he continues to ram her climaxing pussy full of his huge, monster cock. She collapses into his chest, resting her cheek against his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her lower waist, hugging her tight, pulling her in closer while he continues to slowly rock his fire hose of a cock inside her. The final gush bursts from his rod. As if all his energy was released inside that last blow, his body goes limp. His thick, heavy meat still silently throbs within her, very gradually losing its virility. She presses her lips against his neck, kissing her way up to his ear and whispers in a raspy, moaning voice, "You were a virgin, weren't you?" He feels slightly embarrassed and nods his head. She lightly giggles and snuggles closer into his body. "I am only asking because that means next time, I have a better chance of getting more time with you." She gives another kiss on his neck and uses all the strength left in her to push off his hips and slide up his pole. His meat plops out of her with a sloppy thud. A juicy, thick mess gushing out of her stretched hole. She plants her heels on the ground and weakly stumbles to her desk. She lightly laughs, dizzier than she had expected. She turns her head over her shoulder and smiles. James is at a loss of words. Looking down, he roams his eyes over his glistening, messy cock that is coated with his teacher's orgasm mixed with his own. He cannot help but to smirk to himself while he tucks away his monster inside his trousers and zips up. He could care less about the stained mess on the outside of the plaid shorts. He steps up from the chair and gives a smile back to Ms. Fanning. "I better wash up, James. I'll see you tomorrow at class." He nods his head, "Hopefully, that's not the last time I see you." She laughs and shakes her head. He smiles and lightly laughs, knowing it was a silly thing to say. A smile still spread wide across her face. "I hope you realize that you're not a freak after all. I know you're a smart guy, James. And, I'm hoping you can put two and two together to figure out how to get back at those assholes that have teased you." James stops for a moment and smirks wide, "You taught me an invaluable lesson, Ms. Fanning." James and the Giant Melons Ch. 02 James awakens on his side with his body pillow lodged between his thighs and wrapped in his arms. His hips are rocking back and forth, grinding his obscenely large member into the soft cushion. His mind in a confused state, but its main focus is reminiscing on his recent experience with his buxom teacher. He slowly squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on his lower lip as he continues to subtly sway his hips back and forth. He sinks teeth in his bottom lip while he imagines his blonde, voluptuous teacher. A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he imagines her immense bust concealed in nothing but a light blue, lacey brassiere. He clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth as his eyes roam down her golden, slender belly. She is wearing a matching set. The cyan panties hug her wide hips, contrasting with her dark, tanned skin. His eyes wander back up to her heavily endowed breasts. He admires the way they slightly wobble with each breath she takes. He imagines her dainty, fragile fingers trailing up her smooth tummy, gliding onto the underside of her mountainous melons. Her fingertips squeeze down, scraping against the fabric of the bra as her cavernous cleavage smears together. Her creamy, tan flesh protrudes from her bra, tantalizing the young boy's eyes. His arms hug the pillow closer. His hips quicken their pace, humping his massive, throbbing meat into the cushion. The image of his curvaceous teacher vanishes from his imaginative mind as his alarm starts to buzz. Difficult for him to ignore the constant buzzing, he swings his arm over and repeatedly slaps his hand down until he manages to turn off the annoying alarm. Frustrated, he pushes the pillow aside and rolls onto his back. He squeezes his eyelids tight. He abruptly opens his eyes only to stare at the fan. He focuses on one of the blades turning. Then, he forces his eyes to lose focus. He continues this for a good minute or two before he realizes he is still unable to take his mind off his teacher. Her scent is engraved in his mind. The way she clung close to him and led him to his first sexual encounter haunts his young, hormone enraged mind. With his bothersome erection, James crawls out of bed, wondering how he can stay focused in class if he cannot pull himself together. After another cold shower to inevitably eliminate his erection, he continues his usual routine. Today, he decides to wear a pair of khakis and a black, collared polo. Standing in at a towering six feet and seven inches and weighing 210 pounds, it has not been easy for James to find a style of clothing that he likes. He used to be heavy set most of his life until his sudden growth spurt. His weight stayed the same while his height displaced a foot over the past three years. He slowly inhales, holding in a deep breath while he ties the laces of his size 15 shoes. He releases his breath, attempting to cleanse his constant, perverted thoughts. He looks over at his alarm clock and realizes he is running late again. He rushes down the stairs, heading directly to the cupboard. He searches out for something he can eat on the way to campus. He finds a box of granola bars and figures it is good enough considering his time constraint. He pulls out a couple bars and whips the cupboard door shut as he makes a dash for his car. He ignites the engine and pulls out the driveway with a loud screech. James lowers his head in disappointment with himself as the bell rings before he can reach his first period room's door. He jogs up to the room and places his hand on the handle. He opens the door and makes his way over to an open seat in the front row. He notices that Ms. Fanning is facing the whiteboard. His eyes cannot help themselves. They wander her prominent curves hugged tight in her black, pencil skirt. The trim of the skirt stops at her knees, concealing her smooth, tanned thighs. Her calves, on the other hand, are candy to his eyes. His curious eyes roam her golden, slender calves down to the black, strappy heels. He quietly lowers himself in the chair, hoping that she didn't realize he is late. As soon as James' rear makes it into the seat, Ms. Fanning comments, "James, it is nice of you to join us." She sets the dry erase marker down in the tray and turns around to face the tardy boy. She places her hands on her hips with her elbows bowed and peers down at James through the black frames of her glasses. She tries to lock eyes with him, but she realizes that his eyes are occupied in her tremendous cleavage. Her low cut blouse scoops down several inches past her neckline to proudly display her naturally developed breasts. She slightly smirks to herself, "I'll let this one slide, James. Don't let it happen again." She removes the focus on James and brings her attention to the rest of her class. James has a subtle grin on his thin lips during the entire class. He can hear his teacher's voice, but he finds it difficult to listen. His thoughts disable his ability to soak in the information, concentrating on her figure. To James, it seems as if only minutes have passed, but it has come time for the bell to ring. He gathers his items and curls them under his arm. As he his heading toward the exit, he turns his head toward his buxom teacher. She smirks, sending a flirtatious wink in his direction. The wink ignites a spark inside his teenage body, his endowed member reacting with a light throb. She giggles under her breath and settles down behind her desk as James continues walking out the classroom and into the hall. The hapless boy is suddenly shouldered into a row of lockers. James can hear a deep laughter followed by others around him. Pete is standing near him with a sneer across his face. He is just short of 6'2" and weighs 235 pounds. His weight is a directly related to his muscle mass. He has the frame of a fullback; hence, he plays fullback on the high school's football team. His shoulders are broad, nearly stretching his letterman jacket. The impact of his powerful shoulder into James side was anything but pleasant. James turns his head and looks down at Pete with a bewildered stare. Pete scoffs, "Watch where you're going, Freak." James balls up his fist, clenching his jaw. He has had a problem with Pete since Elementary School. However, he has yet to stand up to the bullying brute. James began to contemplate if this was an opportunity to do just that. Pete cocks his head and lifts an eyebrow as he notices James' fist. He throws his books down, creating a loud smack in the hallway and drawing the attention from others. His large, stubby hands lunge up into James' chest and slam his back into the lockers once again. With his head tilted back, he glares up at the tall, lanky James. "Don't even fuckin' think about it." James fist quickly diminishes, falling limp. Pete picks up his books and starts walking off down the hall. He turns his head over his shoulder and points a finger at James in a threatening demeanor, bumping into a much smaller boy, "Watch where you're fuckin' goin', dammit!" With a deep sigh of relief, James rests his back against the lockers. He takes a small moment to daydream about standing up to the ruthless asshole, but he forces himself out of it in order to make it to his next class on time. A bell rings as James opens the door to a local salon. James' mother has grown tired of his shaggy look and scheduled an appointment for him with her salon. Ever since his father abandoned them both, he has been hesitant to argue with her. He finds it easier to go along with it despite the fact he found his shaggy look rather appealing. Because of his mother's lack of patience, she made a special request that James come in after hours since the salon closed around the same time school is dismissed. He looks around the apparently empty salon for a few minutes before walking up to the desk and ringing a silver bell on the edge. A woman in her late thirties comes from around the corner, swiping her hands on her jeans as she approaches James. She reaches out her right hand, "You must be James. I've heard so much about you from your mother. I'm Maggie." James gently smiles and nods, acknowledging her and shaking her hand, "It's nice to meet you, Maggie." James could not help his curious eyes. The woman has curves he has never seen before. Maggie is slightly over 5'8" with a very voluptuous, hour glass figure. Her top looks as if two watermelons were literally stuffed inside her t-shirt. The only reason James is able to rule out there being two large, round watermelons tucked inside her shirt is the way they jiggled and wobbled with the subtlest movements. As she pulled back her hand after shaking his, the massive orbs appeared to undergo a mini earthquake, shaking beneath the tightly clinging shirt. James is awestruck, standing there mindlessly. The woman lifts a curious eyebrow, noticing the boy's apparent interest. The attention isn't anything new to her, but she hasn't grown accustomed to the awkwardness just yet. "Well, James, if you'll come this way, we can get started..." Maggie motions toward the center room with several stations lined in rows. James' eyes fall onto her round, bubbly rear while she heads toward one of the chairs. He chokes down a heavy gulp, following her with his eyes glued to her pocketed jeans. Before she turns around, James swiftly moves his eyes upward, catching himself before she can notice him studying her. Her small hands fall onto the swivel chair and swirl it toward James for him to step inside. He smiles and places his foot on the foot rest and plants himself in the seat. He lays his arms on the rest while she swivels the chair and positions him to face the mirror. Using the reflection to his advantage, the boy peers out of the corners of his vision to take in the mountainous melons loitering by his shoulders. Her soft fingertips slip through his shaggy head of hair, tilting her head to the side and questioning, "So, how much are we going to be cutting off tonight?" James moves his eyes and gazes into hers through the reflection. This is the first time James really is able to notice her facial features. With high cheek bones, perfect symmetry and barely any visible wrinkles, her beauty is taken to an entirely new level in the boy's eyes. Standing out the most is her bright green eyes that contrast her dark, flowing locks of hair. "Well, I really don't want much cut off. It was my mom who persisted I do this. I kind of like the look." Maggie flashes a gentle smile that sends a wave of warmth throughout James' chest. She slowly nods with her fingers still lingering in his thick head of hair. "I believe it is the style these days, isn't it? Personally, I think it's very cute." James eyes widen, his mind suddenly racing. He begins questioning whether she finds him cute or if she merely meant the style. "I tell you what, James. I'll try not to cut off too much but enough to make your mother happy. Deal?" It is impossible for James to say no while gazing at her hypnotizing smile. He simply nods his head. Maggie twirls the chair and slides her hand to his shoulder giving a light tap with her palm. "Let's head over and shampoo your hair, alright?" With another nod, James hoists himself up from the chair and follows Maggie over to another station. She slides the chair back and pats the seat for him to sit down. James follows suit, lowering himself in the chair and laying all the way back until his head is positioned in the sink. She starts to run the water over her hand until it is the right temperature. She raises the hose and sprays his hair, "Tell me if it's too hot, alright?" He quickly responds, "No, no, it feels good." She smiles and turns off the water, squeezing some shampoo into her palm. She lathers the shampoo and slides her fingers through his drenched hair. She starts massaging the shampoo into his hair while striking up some conversation. "So, your mother tells me you go to Southeast High?" "Oh, yes. I'm a Senior there." James nervously replies. He cannot help but to notice her ponderous breasts lightly swaying inches near his face. Maggie smiles, "I have a boy who goes to Southeast as well. He's a senior. You may know him." James closes his eyes and leans back while she rinses the shampoo from his hair. "Really? What's his name?" Maggie turns off the water and reaches over for a towel. She lays the towel down over James' wet hair and pats down, drying it only slightly. "Pete. He is the fullback on the football team. Do you play any sports? You look like a basketball player." Typically annoyed when people point out that James should be a basketball player, it does not faze him this time. Instead, his body immediately freezes, trying to choke out a word or two to respond. He is speechless as Maggie guides him to set upward, wrapping the towel around his neck. He somehow manages to choke out, "Yes, yes, I know him..." She simply smiles with her hand resting on his shoulder. Using her other hand, she points back toward the cutting station. "Right this way, and we'll get you all fixed up, sweetie." After James regains some feeling in his legs, he plants his feet on the ground and pushes himself up from the chair. He walks over to the other chair and steps inside, laying his arms back on the rests. Maggie comes up from behind him with a mock and swings it around onto his chest. She pulls the hooks to the back of his neck and snaps it shut while removing the towel. James' eyes move back to the titanic tanks resting atop her chest. The slight swaying mesmerizes the boys' eyes while Maggie starts snipping away at his hair. His imaginative mind starts to carry away, curious as to what her bountiful bosom look like without any clothing in the way. Slowly, a bulge starts to form beneath the mock. She tilts her head to the side, concentrating on one area of his hair as she leans forward, very lightly pressing the massive mounds against the back of his neck. The bulge is quickly excited, throbbing with ambition. He shifts his legs and repositions his arms. The mock falls over to the side, exposing his right thigh. James recollects his recent experience with his teacher, building a particular amount of confidence. One way of taking revenge on Pete instantly becomes apparent. He focuses his energy in the growing member, helping it throb and jolt while the bulky meat stretches down his thigh. Snippets of his hair falls down and land in the revealed part of his lap. Maggie peers down for a brief moment, but the brief moment seems longer. It is impossible for her not to notice the conspicuous bulge. She lightly gulps. James catches her eyes peering down and smirks to himself, forcing the thick staff to jump with her eyes glued. Her eyes widen, glowing with a sparkle of lust. She regains her composure, moving her eyes back to his thick head of hair. With a mischievous grin spread across his face, James slowly leans backward, causing the back of his head to brush against her valley of breast meat. Feeling uncomfortable, she subtly pulls back and continues to finish cleaning up his hair, trying to remain professional. A peculiar amount of confidence rises in James, something the boy has never experienced. He decides to run with it. He slides his hand down from his arm rest and taps his fingers down over the top of his thigh. He pushes his palm downward and runs his long fingers over the base of his thick, wide shaft. He grips tight, squeezing with a firm hold. The rest of his impressive pole of meat bulges, popping upward. The most noticeable feature is his fat, mushroom tip flared and pressed tight against the khaki shorts. He very slowly releases his grasp and roams his fingers down the impossible length toward his knee. He trails his fingertips up and down, putting his slab of meat on display for the voluptuous, nervous woman. Maggie finishes cutting a few inches of his hair. She tries to set the scissors down on a nearby table but captivated by his lingering hand, she fumbles the scissors and drops them to the floor. "Oh, silly me... Sorry about that. How clumsy of me..." James turns his head and smiles up at the blushing woman. He reaches his hands behind his neck and unclasps the mock, pulling it off him and letting it fall to the floor. He stands up, brushing off the snippets of hair still left on his clothing. He lowers his neck, gazing down at her with an eager stare. His ice blue eyes are ablaze, peering deep into Maggie's greens. He slowly reaches his hand over, wrapping his fingers around her left wrist. He carefully guides her hand toward his thigh and places her palm on his pulsating, monstrous cock. Her cheeks blush bright red, nibbling on her bottom lip with her eyes fixated on his enormous bulge. She quickly shakes her head, trying to remain rational, "No, this isn't right..." The typical James would respect her wishes, but the boy has an agenda that must be fulfilled. However, it isn't just about taking revenge on the bullying brute back at school. James is very strongly attracted to the woman. Having her hand pressed tight against his throbbing member sends him into overdrive. It's as if the confidence mixed with vengeance has turned him into someone else entirely. "What's wrong, Maggie?" The boy smirks wide, revealing his white, strong teeth. His other hand turns upward, his palm parallel to the floor. His fingers fan out, sliding under her gigantic globe. His palm presses tight beneath, squeezing his fingertips inward in a powerful grip. He squeezes the massive mound while forcing her palm to glide up and down the entire thirteen inches of his fully erect meat. Her legs slightly quiver as warmth rushes down to her nether region. Her eyes are glued to her own hand being guided up and down the boy's impossibly long genitalia. She flashes her eyes onto her ring finger, staring at her wedding ring and nearly choking. James takes notice and grins, "I bet your husband isn't nearly as hung, is he?" James can't believe the own words that are coming out of his mouths. Maggie can't either. Her jaw drops wide, gasping out a raspy moan as her head shakes from side to side. James lightly juggles the heavy weight breast up and down in his hand while grinning into her eyes, "Would you like to see it?" Before she can respond, James hesitantly slides his fingers from her bosom. With her hand still pressed tight against his thigh, his other hand pulls down the zipper to his shorts. He slides his fingers inside and unbuttons his boxers. He spreads open the flaps, leaving a gaping hole. He smirks down into her bright, green eyes as he guides her fingers up his thighs. He pushes her hand forward, sinking it into his boxers. His eyelids lower, breathing out a deep, groaning grunt as her incredibly soft fingertips brush against the base of his heavily thick meat. He continues to push her hand downward, her fingers trailing along his road mapped veins. He spreads his fingers over the back of her hand and guides her fingers to attempt to wrap around the jumbo shaft. Her thumb and forefinger are unable to meet, despite how hard he makes her squeeze down. With her hand gripping tight, he swiftly jerks her hand backward. His enormous, throbbing slab of meat is pulled from its hiding place into the open. There is a strong curve on his shaft, the bulbous, flared head aimed at his chest. He keeps her hand fixed on his shaft and slowly glides her fist up and down the unbelievable length with a grip on her wrist. He smirks wide, "What do you think, Maggie?" Maggie gasps another moan, her eyes glowing wide, "My fuckin' God... It is incredible, James..." Now, it is Maggie's turn for her words to not make sense to her rationale. Her reaction ignites electricity in the boy's torso. The sensation is mind-blowing thrill that he has never experienced. She gulps, awestruck by his impressive fuck rod. She involuntarily licks her lips, sliding her light pink tongue along her dark pink lips. She creates a glistening sparkle on her luscious, pillow-shaped lips that causes James' monstrous meat pole to throb. The thick, defined veins on his marbled shaft pulsate with excitement while he admires her sweet lips. With his right hand still clung to her wrist, he uses his left to reach around to the back of her neck. He rests his palm down and turns his hand, trailing his fingers up the small of her neck and into her long, flowing locks of dark brown hair. He cups the back of her head, gently massaging his fingertips into his scalp. He puts a firm pressure on her cranium, implying that the joint in her knees should bend. Her legs slightly shaking, she bends to his well and slowly lowers herself until her knees are on the ground. Her hand is still reached high, pressed tight against his wide, fat shaft. He clamps down a fist in her hair, jerking back her head and causing her to peer upward. The boy's thirteen-inch cock towers over her face, casting a shadow of the top several inches. James and the Giant Melons Ch. 02 James, never having received a blow job before, relies on what he has seen in pornographic film. He pulls her head back, locking his eyes on her precious lips. He slides her hand down the powerful length and turns her wrist, lifting up and pushing her palm against his heavy, massive sack. His swollen, giant testicles rest in the palm of her hand. He grips the base of his giant staff, squeezing tight as he pulls it downward and to the side. Her eyes shift, following its movement while her fingers dance on his big, cum-filled balls. A smile spreads across her lips as the fat, mushroom tip is lowered near her cheek. He pulls his gargantuan cock to the side and pauses. With a flashing smirk, he playfully whips it back and bumps his soft, sensitive head against the smooth flesh of her cheek. He holds the bulbous helmet against her cheek, smearing flesh to flesh. The large slit parts and oozes a thick stream of pre-cum. The boy turns his wrist, brushing the front of the tip against her cheek and smothers her smooth, tanned skin with his teen mess. Her skin glows, glistening from the reflection of light on his paste. She looks up at him with begging eyes, dropping her lips and moaning, "Please, James. I want to suck your huge cock so bad..." James' heart starts pounding in his chest, beating at a rapid rate. He does his best to remain calm, holding a steady smirk as he grips the back of her head tight and guides the plump tip along her cheek to her parted, wanting lips. He intently watches as her lips attempt to wrap around his head. He teasingly pulls back his fuck stick before she succeeds. She pleads again, gazing up at his eyes, panting. The boy drops his eyes further, noticing her massive melons heaving up and down with her heavy breathing. He groans and slaps his cock head against her lips and pushes forward. She quickly lets her jaw stretch wide, adapting to his girth. She flattens her tongue, wiggling the tip against the extremely sensitive spot just below the head. His entire body flinches, tensing as she teases him. He smirks, gripping her hair tight and gives a playful tug. Her hands swiftly slide upward and grapple the middle of his lengthy pole. She glides her palms against his thick, veiny shaft while her lips engulf his bulbous tip. She closes her eyes, moaning onto his delicious, soft cock head. She slows her breathing, relaxing herself as she maneuvers her tongue along the underside of his shaft, devouring the first few inches of his stacked meat pole. James draws his attention back to her impressively endowed rack. He places his hands on the exterior side of her rounded melons, spreading out his fingers. He presses his palms inward, squeezing his fingertips through the fabric of her top. Having wanted to see her phenomenal breasts since he first laid eyes on her, his fingers fumble to make it happen. He bends at the waist, sliding his fingertips down her back until he reaches her waist line. He grapples her shirt, pulling at the fabric until the trim is secured in his hands. He quickly tugs it upward, exposing her smooth, tanned skin. He briefly pauses when he reaches her bra line, gliding his hands to her sides. She somehow smiles while bobbing her head over the top few inches of his broad shaft and raises her hands into the air as she holds onto his heavy meat with her lips alone. He swiftly jerks his hands upward, lifting her shirt up to her shoulders. Very hesitantly, she pulls her mouth off his sweet, large meat. His curved, massive cock springs upward, slapping against his belly as he rips the shirt from her body and tosses it to the floor. Her hands lunge back for his cock and pull it down to his mouth as his dive toward the clasp of her bra. He fumbles for a moment, but it doesn't take long before he undoes the clasp and pulls apart the straps. He takes a deep breath and pulls the very large bra from her skin. The massive mounds of tit wobble up and down, swaying side to side as they are released into the open. The cool breeze brushes across her aerolas, exposing the tiny bumps and causing her puffy nipples to grow erect. James studies her nipples. This is the first time he has seen any in person. Her aerolas are the size of silver dollars, colored a slightly darker shade than her skin tone. Her nipples are half an inch thick, jutting out from the front of her breasts. He slowly licks his lips, wondering how they taste. His mind is suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of excitement as Maggie tilts her neck back and pulls his cock downward. She relaxes her throat, peering her eyes up into his while she guides his enormous rod of meat down her throat, sinking inch after inch. James' eyes bulge out of their sockets, dropping his mouth and moaning out as she attempts to deep throat his behemoth cock. To try and contain himself, James grasps onto the nearest things he can. The nearest things just happen to be the massive, gravity defying breasts resting atop Maggie's chest. His hands squeeze down tight into her bare, creamy flesh, sinking deep into her skin. He scrapes his fingers down the outsides of her breasts, toward her taut, erect nipples. His thumbs slide onto the front side of her breasts, slowly roaming over her bumpy aerola. He smirks and flicks his thumbs over her nipples, feeling her moan onto his powerful cock while it is buried down her throat. She pulls her head back while lifting up his cock. With a loud plop, his cock is back in the open-air, smothered in her saliva. A mix of her saliva and pre-cum drools down her chin and dribbles into her cleavage. She smashes his cock against his stomach, leaning forward and pressing her soft, warm tongue against the base. She swirls her tongue while lifting her neck, tonguing the bottom few inches of his tasty meat stick. James paws at the sides of her immense bosom, scraping his fingers further down until her nipples are trapped between his thumb and forefinger. He gives a rough pinch and tugs down, stretching her heavily endowed breasts toward the floor. She pants, moaning onto his balls, "I need to be fucked by this cock..." Maggie's gasping, panting words drive a powerful strength through James' limbs. His biceps bulge on his long arms, tensing and contracting as his hands slide around the vast edges of her rounded globes and fall onto her hips. He clenches down on her narrow waist, pressing his palms on her wide hips. With his thumbs tight against her soft, flat belly and his fingers sprawled across her lower back, he guides her to her feet. Her hands are clung tight to his hung cock while her breasts sway side to side like pendulums. The young boy's strong, determined hands run their fingertips around her waist to her belly button. He slowly undoes the buttons in her jeans, unfolding the flaps. He jerks the flaps apart, gripping tight and tugs her jeans down her thick, tanned thighs. She willingly wiggles her hips, helping her pants fall to her feet. She eagerly kicks off her shoes while his fingers slip through the lacey trim of her black panties. Before she can step out of her jeans, her panties fall alongside her jeans. With a slight grin, she gazes up at the confident boy and steps out of her garments. Her feet sweep them to the side, standing naked before him. To even the scale, she slides her fingers under his shirt and pushes it up his chest with the back of her hands. He raises his arms, allowing her to peel the polo from his skin. James finishes with the rest of his clothes. The two of them pause for a moment, taking in the moment as they peer into each other's wild, lust-filled eyes. The young buck abruptly clamps down on her narrow waist and spins her around. Her massive, heavy breasts recklessly tremble. He grins from behind her, admiring her round, bubbly rear as his fingers slide down to her cheeks. She turns her head over her shoulder, flipping back her long hair and smiles at James while bending over and grasping the arm rests of the chair in front of her. She pops her hips, raising her large ass cheeks. Between her thighs, James can see her glistening, sweet folds. He lightly gulps, clenching his teeth as he slides a hand to the base of his throbbing, massive member. He grips tight and pulls it downward while easing back his hips. He positions the bulbous head against her slit, grinding it up and down. He breathes a low, passionate grunt as he inches his hips forward and lunges the bulky tip inside. Maggie's slippery lips part, engulfing James' mushroom tip and immediately want more. Her velvet walls cling tight, squeezing and attempting to pull him in deeper. The boy whips his right hand down, slapping her tan, curvy cheek. He enjoys the rippling in her skin from the impact, her skin slightly changing color. The sting causes her to gasp another moan, gripping tighter on the handles. She taunts the boy, wiggling her hips. He smirks and responds by roughly thrusting forward. He opens her entrance wider, sinking the first four inches of his wide meat pole inside her. His hips rock back and forth, cupping her hips firmly with both hands. He grinds his hands up her waist and runs his fingers up her belly until he reaches her ponderous udders. His large palms cover her aerolas, squeezing his fingers down tight and pushing his hands inward. His hands smother into her breasts with a tight, firm grip while he quickens the bucking. Inch by inch, he works his fat, lengthy rod deeper into her desperate, slick cunt. He juggles the massive mammaries in his grasp, holding them to keep his balance as his thrusts become less rhythmic. With fast, rapid motions, he drives his pile of meat deep into her stretching, accommodating pussy. Maggie throws her head back, arching her shoulders as her knuckles nearly turn white while gripping the silver, steel handles of the chair. She lunges her entire body backwards, trying to keep up with his brutal, ruthless thrusts. He grips her tighter, forcing her to stay steady while moving into overdrive. His gigantic cock drills into her drenched cunt like a jackhammer, driving deeper and deeper until his heavy, swollen balls slap into her pubic mound. A much needed orgasm rushes through her, washing his relentless, teen cock. Her climax causes his testicles to tighten, preparing his own release. His bucks slow down, gritting his teeth tight. He pulls back, pauses and gently rolls his hips while leaning back inward. His thick, marbled shaft swirls inside her soaking pussy. He groans, kneading her hefty mounds of titflesh like dough. He eases his hips backwards until the very tip is inside her and holds still. Maggie wiggles her hips, trying her hardest to push back, but James' hands prevent her from moving her hips. A smirk spread wide across his lips, he watches as Maggie struggles to have him back inside her. He releases one of her bountiful breasts. His left hand glides along the front of her chest, hugging her gigantic globes with his forearm while his right hand traces up her smooth skin to the back of her neck. He entangles his fingers in her long locks of hair, gripping tight. He jerks back her head by his strong grasp while thrusting his hips forward as hard as his thighs and hips will allow him. His massive cock rams her tightly clinging cunt full with nine inches of his overbearing dick. He keeps her head held back by the grip on her hair and bucks his hips as fast as they will go. Her enormous breasts wobble against his tight, hugging forearm while his merciless thrusts jolt her entire body. Maggie's legs begin to quiver again, and James wraps his arm tighter around the front of her chest. His arm sinks deep into her massive mammaries, scraping his fingertips into her upper back. He holds her steady and drives her into another orgasm with his jumbo, teen cock. As soon as her climax subsides, he pulls back his hips with a swift motion. His long, throbbing rod of meat plops out of her pussy, completely drenched in her creamy, slick juices. With his death grip in her hair he jerks her head to the side and abruptly guides her to turn and face him. Her hands release the handles as he forces her back to her knees. He holds her neck reared back and grapples his cock with his other hand, stroking the impossible length. The large, bulbous head aimed at her dropped open mouth, he glides his hand swiftly up and down. The voluptuous vixen tilts her head back slightly further, moving her chin closer to the hovering cock head. She lunges out her tongue, flickering the very tip against the underbelly of his mushroom tip. This pushes him over the edge. James tosses his head back, belting a loud groan as his hand strokes a powerful orgasm. His hand moving along his shaft in a blur as his fat cock head erupts like a geyser. Thick, streams of pearly white goo gush from his giant pole. The hot, teen spunk splashes on her tongue. She tilts her head back further, doing the best she can to guzzle the wave after wave of cum shooting from his weapon. While stroking downward, he aims the tip at her enormous pair of breasts. With the upward motion, another explosion bursts onto her massive mounds of tit. She smiles wide up at him, cupping her breasts and bouncing them in her hands. He empties the last spurt into her cleavage, panting heavily. The warm, hot mess sinks between her breasts, smearing into her skin. He takes a step back, cherishing how her incredible rack looks coated in his goo. Maggie grins and spreads her lips very slowly over his extremely sensitive cock head. She suckles lightly, easing out the final few drops from his extremely large pipe. "Fuck, James... You were incredible." She gives the tip a kiss before standing to her feet. She quickly realizes it is rather difficult for her to stand at the moment, a rush of dizziness coming over her. She stumbles over to the chair, grabbing the arm rest and squeezing tight. Proud and with no remorse, James replies, "Thanks for the hair cut, Maggie. I'll see you again in a few weeks for a touch up?" He walks over and picks up her very large bra from her pile of clothing. He cocks his head to the side as he fumbles for the tag. A wide smirk spreads across his lips as he reads 32J. He grips the bra tight, "I'll be keeping this as a souvenir." He flashes an arrogant smirk while walking toward his own pile of clothes to get dressed. Without saying another word, he turns toward the door and heads out of the building. I can definitely get used to this, he thinks to himself and pockets the massive bra.