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After the intense tease from Jody on the couch, I had trouble sleeping that night. When I woke, I felt refreshed with a new vigor for life.
I’m not gonna let Jody mess with my head like this. Let’s see what I can bring home shall we?
I worked out at the gym, got pumped for the evening and felt so great! It was just getting dark when I got out of the shower. Jody came out of my room about that time dressed in her big, wool coat. She said she was going to see some friends for dinner.
Dressing up a bit, I went out to catch myself a lady friend – preferably one with bigger tits than Jody.

Alas, to no avail was I successful. A few women caught my eye and I chatted it up but my mind was still distracted. I kept overlaying Jody’s ample bust on them and the conversation fell apart from there.
When I got home, the apartment was empty. It was still kinda early though: 10pm. Grabbing a beer, I flopped onto the couch and watched TV. Thirty minutes later Jody came home and she wasn’t alone.
"Hi cousin," she said as her guest shut the door, "this is Mr. Moore."
I got up and turned around to shake his hand – my old high school biology teacher! Mr. Moore was now a 50-something gray-haired man with a typical middle-aged build. He didn’t look bad but he was our parents age!
"Hi, Robbie," he said slightly flushed with embarrassment. Jody was removing her wool coat behind him and revealed her monster juggs dwarfed up in a fuzzy, dark blue sweater with deep v-cut cleavage.
"Mr. Moore couldn’t stop staring at my boobs so I invited him over." Jody said. Mr. Moore’s face got redder as Jody grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.
I almost couldn’t take it, "Wait, you’re not going to...." I exclaimed.
Jody turned, "Oh don’t worry, I’m just going to strip for him," and they vanished into the bedroom.
No click.
TWAAANG! – Hot for Teacher by Van Halen suddenly rang out from my bedroom. It sounded so hot knowing that Jody was in there stripping.
The song played repeatedly and about the third time around I heard the sex.
SLAP.......SLAP.......SLAP.......SLAP – accompanied by heavy breathing surged up over the music.
God, Mr. Moore is fucking her in there!
I was stretched to my limit, I had to see for myself. I lightly turned the knob and pushed open the door a crack and was shocked to extreme sexual excitement.
Jody was on all fours as Mr. Moore fucked her like it was a conquest. He clutched her ample hips with his greedy hands as her enormous udders dangled freely. With each SLAP! they quaked and spasmed about, slapping together occasionally and then flailing outwards. Jody kept her arms locked straight as her super-stiff nipples dragged along the bedsheet. Elephantine and erect, they proved to be as wide as her thumb and half as long – and they were surrounded by a six-inch island of dark brown areola – God, they were beautiful!
She had no tan lines – her skin was beautifully light brown and glowing. She was breathing heavy with sexual lust as Mr. Moore dominated her pussy. His face and chest were bright red – it was obvious he was about to blow.
Mr. Moore reached down and tried to grab hold of Jody’s doughy, monster tit but the vast softness escaped his fingers. Suddenly, Jody cutely announced in the horniest voice, "....yeah, you can cum inside me...."
SLAP.SLAP.SLAP.SLAP! – Mr. Moore bucked out a fat load into Jody’s warm womb. He shook with intense pleasure as his knees buckled and he collapsed. Jody turned on her knees and sucked clean Mr. Moore’s still pulsing, cumming cock. She shyly pulled the thin bedsheet over her naked body, making sure to cover her immense chest but still showed me an abundance of droopy boob profile.
"Don’t tell my wife," Mr. Moore pleaded, catching his breath.
Jody positioned herself in a straddling position on top of him and lowered the bedsheet to her waist. I could see the bottom-globes of her pendulous chest perched just above it.
"God, you’re so beautiful.....I think I love you.....please don’t tell my wife," Mr. Moore continued.
Jody leaned forward a bit and Mr. Moore grabbed her enormous tits and began indulging. She raised her hands up to the wall as Mr. Moore licked and slurped her jumbo udders like a greedy baby. Her beautiful, brown aerola saucered out to the side and could be seen from where I stood. Mr. Moore charmed up her nipples to an unreal stiffness and quickly inhaled them into his mouth. Jody reeled her head up in pleasure with his tit-sucking and began grinding her plump booty, arousing Mr. Moore’s cock back to full attention.
Jody pulled the bedsheet away, lifted her leg and mounted his stiff dick. She gracefully milked his cock like they were lovers. Mr. Moore couldn’t take his mouth off her sultry, delicious nipple as they continued to fuck....right in front of me.
Jody grinded and rode Mr.Moore as she lovingly looked down at him. He finally released the sucking hold he had on her nipple and it convulsed and swayed down to it’s natural jutted, teardrop shape.
Oh Fuck! Jody’s nipple was now fatter and stubbier than I had ever seen – it was as thick as my thumb!
Mr. Moore grabbed her hips and tried to make rhythm with Jody’s riding.
"Cum inside me again and I won’t tell your wife," Jody moaned.
"Oh God!" Mr. Moore shuttered as he began to grunt, "Eeeeeeeeeaaahhnnnn!"
Jody slowed her grinding and layed down next to the old, married man. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack. I just stood and watched as Jody wrapped herself in the sheet and teasingly walked past me to the bathroom. CLICK! oryncoryn