Mega-Busty Mature and College Boy

Everyone in this fiction is over 18.

College Boy is Guided by Busty Mature

"Ready for bed?"

"Um, I assumed I'd have... my own bed."

His Dad's old friend Jaiyeola had agreed to take him in. But he hadn't expected that the "old friend" would be a 35-year-old nymph. This woman was kind-hearted and pretty and sharp-witted and... the DEFINITION of "curvaceous."

She wasn't dolled up -- she wore a modest raven-colored pageboy haircut and a nightgown that covered her, neck to knees. But he was riveted by her one-in-a-million shape. A nice waist, generous hips, and breasts that looked so round and firm and heavy that... he couldn't quite believe she was able to stand up straight. They were right past huge, they were enormous! Poor Dilton was one of the breast-obsessed, and this level of in-your-face boobage was... just unfair.

And of course, he had presumed he'd have a room of his own. He certainly needed someplace he could jerk off in peace! But dark-eyed Jaiyeola was not going to budge.

"No, I know you college boys -- sneaking out to do who knows what. I promised your father! I'm going to make sure you don't go out in the middle of the night and get those poor girls knocked up. A cutie like you? They'll be throwing themselves at you!"

"Um," said Dilton, a virgin who had never known when a woman was interested. HAD he missed cues all through high school? He'd have to think about it. But he couldn't think at all, while Jaiyeola was in that nightgown. It did cover her. But the material was very, very thin. Her meaty mamms were... loose, now, swaying with her every movement. In fact, they didn't STOP swaying when Jaiyeola stopped moving. Dilton felt pre-cum seeping, even though he wasn't hard. Yet.

He backed himself against the wall as best he could. But the mattress was super-narrow -- even for one person!

She approached, with her little nose in the air, and the next thing he knew he felt those tremendous breasts pressing up against him. Each areola was the size of a headlamp. And those super-soft areolas of hers only took up half of her classroom-globe sized globes.

Dilton, of course would only learn the color and impressive size of those areolae later. All he knew at the moment was that this avatar of pulchritude was pressing herself firmly against him. And there was so little room on the mattress that her breasts covered his entire chest. But she had to push even closer, to not fall off. She jammed herself more and more firmly against him. Naturally, that made those mega-mamms spread out. Soon there was breastflesh up against every one of his ribs. Also touching his arms. Then their tops reached up as far as her chin! There was simply so much flesh! And in that very confined space, there was just no other place for her silky boobs to go.

He felt as if her thighs were kissing his thighs. There was no question of hiding his erection. It was not just throbbing. It was pressing against her with each of his heartbeats. It was as if the cock could tell that there were waiting, eager ovaries nearby, and was trying to batter its way towards them.

Dilton was mortified. He knew that squeezing his really very stiff cock against a lovely woman whom he'd just met was... not polite behavior. Struggling to control his voice, he said "is this really necessary?"

Jaiyeola dropped an arm over him, and sighed in a patient way. "I will tell you why this is necessary."

"In your father's first week of college, he met a girl. A very pretty girl, with freckles, and a turned up nose. Turned up tits too. Really, her boobs were like nose cones, or torpedoes, always punching forward against whatever she wore."

Dilton's trapped erection bristled at the thought of it.

"Some college kids, away from their parents for the first time in their lives, they go a little wild. Within the week, she had seduced your dad. And they were fucking and fucking, morning, noon and night."

Dilton felt hot pre-cum seeping out of him, as she related her tale.

"It is easy to imagine that you'll show good sense, and use protection. But when you are actually that close to another human being, good sense flies out the window. Your father told me that they went through a lot of condoms, but they didn't always have some handy. It is not surprising that he ran out of rubbers, since he was plowing this girl so very much. And if you saw her sweet little ass, you would understand why. In fact, your Dad told me that the sex with her was electric, that she was just so HUNGRY for it, and... oh, I'm sorry, Dilton, I shouldn't be going into such details."

His erection wanted more of this story -- even though it was so hard it hurt him.

"So before long, your father was blasting his zillions of sperm into her all the damn time. Each time a man comes, Dilton, he can pour 300 million sperm into a woman. And it only takes one, don't you know."'

"With them fucking like jackrabbits, and skipping protection sometimes, well, he knocked her up before Thanksgiving. And now her life was on a whole different trajectory. She had to drop out of this college, put the baby up for adoption, and of course, your father's entire family got involved. The whole thing was an enormous mess.

"THAT is why your father made me promise to never let you out of my sight after dark. To make sure you wouldn't be sneaking out of the house to impregnate some poor girl. An innocent boy like you? With those curls and cheekbones? Some of these girls have never thought this through, and will just wrap themselves around you. They'll jam parts of their anatomy full of... of parts of your anatomy."

He felt his balls ache from how crammed-full they were. Dilton had spent his teenage years masturbating off once or twice every day. But the move to college had kept him so busy, he now had a full three day's supply of sperm bloating his balls. And now this warm, soft, super-voluptuous woman was wedged right up against him, and talking in the most frank manner about cocks going off in pussies. The pre-cum wasn't dripping out of him at this point -- it was flowing. It felt like lava. He really did not know what to do with himself.

"Understand?" Jaiyeola said. "OK then. Good night!"

Fuuuuuck. Dilton knew he would never be able to get to sleep with this towering erection. But he also knew he was trapped.

Jaiyeola smiled to herself in the dark, feeling the boy's red-hot manhood pressed against her tummy. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. She did not know whether he would be able to take it. She grinned, and felt the moisture grow between her legs. The lovely smell of his hairless chest... of his caramel Polynesian skin... she was going to enjoy devouring him. Should she keep him dangling for days, or for weeks?

But she held still, and soon drifted off to sleep. Poor Dilton, he spent the next 90 minutes, feeling her mega-breasts rise and fall against him with her breathing, and feeling his cock pleaded for attention. At long, long last, he drifted into a restless, troubled sleep.

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Dilton was dreaming. He was sitting quite still, but a giant erection was thrusting up from his lap. That cute Luanne from chemistry class was holding a big paintbrush, and a bucket of white paint. She was slathering more and more paint onto his giant tower of flesh.

It felt good. Really good. He felt the fluids trickling down his balls. And just when he thought it couldn't feel any better, she lifted the paint can and dumped the whole thing over his straining pole. Paint went everywhere. It felt... wonderful.

"Dilton!"

A voice like a whipcrack jerked him awake -- he was alone in the narrow bed. And he was wet. As his eyes focused, he saw Jaiyeola standing, and mad as a wet hen party. Her thin cotton gown was plastered to her stomach, and thigh, and right breast...

"You couldn't control that thing? Scheisse, I'm going to have to change!"

He was figuring out that he'd had a wet dream... right onto this woman who had kindly taken him in! Oh... he was MORTIFIED. She stormed out, her fleshy ass wobbling away from him, and he tried desperately to find something to clean up all that sperm with. There was SO MUCH of it! Even though most of the white stuff had soaked her nightdress, there was more on the bed, and the floor, and... it was STILL oozing out of his half-hard cock. He gathered that the cockhead had escaped his boxers' waistband, which is how all this cream got... everywhere.

She came back from the bathroom in a different nightgown, this one much shorter but still attempting to conceal her amazing torso. And failing. Her round, meaty mounds jumped and jostled as she hustled over.

"It's not your fault, Dilton... this happens to teen boys. I'm sorry I shouted. It's... just something that happens, like a sneeze or the hiccups. I just hadn't expected it. Or so MUCH of it. I started wiping down with a washcloth, but it took three of them!" She was smiling at him now, but he was still very red-faced over the matter.

"Don't look glum -- it isn't YOU who did this. It's your body. But you SEE why I can't let you run around campus, spraying spunk into all those sex-hungry girls? You're practically a sperm manufacturer on legs, and... child-support is forever. Well, it seems like forever, I hear."

With that, she again pressed her entire soft, ultra-sexy self against him, and shut the light. In as much time as it takes to tell, his drooping cock started inflating again. It was going to be a tough night.

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The next night, she had on the very thin cotton floor-length nightgown again. But her shape was so amazing, it just didn't conceal a whole lot.

Now that he was facing another night of sexual tension, he felt embarrassed, but also horny. Very, very horny. He tried pinning his already-standing ramrod under one elbow as he sat on the edge of the bed.

But it was so hard, it was super-difficult to hold it under his forearm -- it kept trying to slide out. Worse, it was such a long cock that was distorting his boxers something fierce.

(Keep tuned for Part II!)