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 Çukurambar Escort 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 Çukurambar Escort Bayan 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 Escort Çukurambar 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.