A Very Busty Teacher Moves In Next Door - Episode 3

Steve had been dating this gorgeous looking librarian, Susie, from the university where he taught. It all started with a little flirty banter whenever he ordered books or copies for class at her desk. She was very witty and always knew how to parry his teasing an humerus way. And of course at some point they shared a coffee break, and then another until it became a habit. One day in summer, when she was wearing this wonderful dress, he looked at her beautiful lean figure against the sunlight and her glittering blue eyes met his. He heard himself inviting her for a date and when she agreed he felt like waking up from a dream. But he didn't dream it. They were actually dating and the whole thing was nice and slow, making the whole progression even more exciting. Their dinners went on for hours, no matter if they went to a fancy place or just a little pizza joint. He felt so good with her, that he never ran out of things to talk to her about. Even if it was already late and they had been talking for hours they still had questions to ask and topics to discuss and it seemed always to early to part already.

But of course they had to head back home eventually and so after each date Steve went back home his head still full of ideas for the next date, bustling with things he needed to talk to Susie about. Floating on a pink cloud fueled by wine, hormones and mental images of Susie he arrived at his tenement. And in only one second a thunderbolt of angry sex noises and heavy slapping sounds echoing through the staircase blew the pink cloud away and replaced it with mental images of massive tits bursting bras, hitting doors, walls and knocking over stuff. The moment he arrived at his floor his dick had already taken over his brain and he could not help but stand in front of her door again imagining a dick of steel pumping in and out of her holes like the piston of a car engine. This time he stood out of the way of the spyhole, watching that apartment number above it trembling with each thrust.

The dating with Susie went on pretty great and one day they went for coffee in a little place near Steve's apartment, when Susie came up with the idea to go to his place and cook a little dinner together and maybe watch a movie later. Steve had feared that this moment would come, and he had done his best to avoid it. But at some point he had to stop with the excuses, or Susie would have become suspicious, that his intention weren't serious or anything in that direction. So he went along with her idea and prayed that Miss Leanne would get banged somewhere else tonight. But he couldn't quite concentrate when Susie took him grocery shopping. While she would pick up vegetables and ask him, what he would think of „ ... pasta? lasagna? a stew? maybe a casserole?“ he would just nod or give short and vague answers. His head was to busy preparing for the worst case scenarios - how to deal with it, how to prevent it. Putting loud techno music on? Making jokes about it? Trying to take her out for a walk right after dinner? „Hey, what is it? Are you not hungry?“ Susie looked at him a little bewildered, while she was holding two little pumpkins up to her chest. He must have missed her boob-joke. She sometimes did these kind of things to catch his attention. "Uhm, yes ... yes I am. It's just ... I think I have not cleaned up my place ... actually it's a real mess... “ But she didn't let him finish, laughed and waved his false worries away.

Steve's hands trembled as he reached for the door that led to the stair case. That's the end of that date, Stevie-boy. Prepare for the great embarrassment. There is no point lying about it. No matter how much you deny it, Susie will note that you actually like to hear your neighbor fucking, that you like to imagine yourself fucking her big juicy tits. This is the end. But as he opened the door, there was nothing but deafening silence. A rock the size of the Mount Everest fell of his chest and he sighed in relieve. Susie gave him a puzzled look. "What is it?" she asked and Steve blushed. "Nothing," he said and held open the door for her. Cooking with Susie was fun, now that Steve had forgotten all his worries about his neighbor. They joked around and ate most of the ingredients while preparing them. When their meal was finally ready, they already felt to full to finish their plates. So they sat at the table, that Susie had decorated with quite an effort, drank wine, talked and laughed.

But then the sound of high heels plunged Steves heart into a bucket of ice water. „Here is Johnny!“ the voice in his head screamed with malicious joy while the mental image of a giant tit pressing through a crack in his kitchen door emerged in front of Steves eyes. There was another pair of steps to be heard outside, Steve noticed. He watched Susie's lips moving. Like the zoom of a camera, his ear went out to his front door trying to identify all the noises, blurring out Susie's probably fun story to a murmur. There were indistinct voices, the rattle of a key ring, a door getting shut. Steves heart beat accelerated and he started to get nervous. How much time of quiet did they have left? As he looked back into Susie's face he noticed she was irritated. "What is it? Did you hear what I said?", she asked. He didn't and he knew there was no way to lie about it. So he just pretended that he had been thinking about something, she had said before, but he couldn't come up with much of a story either.

The thuds began about 10 minutes later. Steve had immediately gotten up from the table and started to wash the dishes very loudly. The thuds were still to slow and there was no audible moaning or panting yet. Susie gave Steve another bewildered look, while he threw pots and plates carelessly into the sink. He was playing clumsy, so she wouldn't think he was mad or outright insane. But a few minutes later the sound volume next door increased and there were no more dirty dishes to smash around. "Oh wow, who is THAT?" Susie asked and pointed at the kitchen wall with a cheeky grin. Steve shrugged avoiding Susie's inquisitive glance. But she didn't let go. "Is that your neighbor? Because it sounds like she is with us in this room." Steve cleared his throat and nodded with a sheepish smile. "Walls are thin here." And just to proof his point a picture frame fell from the wall. The thumping accelerated and started to get it's characteristic irregular sound, like churchbells with freerunning clappers. Dudum dudum du-dumdum dudum. Those tits are swinging wilde, Steve-boy! They are calling you to mass! Don't you want to worship them?

"That's a weird rhythm, isn't it? If it weren't for her moaning I'd not be sure she's actually having sex." Susie was still amused about the whole situation, and especially about Steve's embarrassment. "Well uhm, she got some really big tits, like enormous, and they must swing all over the place and bump into things, and I guess that's what causes these... this weird bumping noise." His head went ice cold and pale as soon as he realized how oddly specific his explanation had been. What did you do, Stevie? Susie burst into laugh because she thought Steve was joking. But when she realized that Steve was not laughing and just awkwardly staring into the sink, watching the dishwater tremble, a doubt beset her. "How come you have never mentioned her?" This is the end, my friend. Those tits next door just ended your romance by remote control, Stevie. Steve shrugged and opened his mouth, but no words would come out. Finally he managed to utter „I don't know.“

Susie looked at Steve wide-eyed and noticed the tent in his pants. Than she looked down at her small perky cleavage in the nice dress and went silent. A dark blue feeling settled down in her, like looking down into a deep cold cave under water. Five seemingly endless minutes they just listened to Miss Leanne having sex, flinching every time a picture frame with smiling friends or family members would get knocked off the kitchen wall by the forceful thrusts. When Susie finally had enough, she packed her things and stormed out of Steve's place. He raised his hand in a feeble attempt to hold her back, but something had drained all the energy from him. Then, as he stood there abandoned in his kitchen, surrounded by the deafening pounding, his right hand opened his belt, letting his pants slide down to his ankles, and without even getting touched, his dick would start spattering cum on the kitchen floor. Told you so, Stevie-boy. You dick belongs to that teacher, and she doesn't even know it.