Drinks?

“What can I get for your tits- Uhh...two! What can I get for you two?” Bekki asked, stumbling over her words at the sight of Laura's brazen display of her globular juggs. James looked up at her as she quickly recomposed herself, and couldn't help but notice the subtle changes to her appearance since she was last with them; a little extra eyeliner, a touch more makeup, and now the top buttons of her blouse were now undone to display more than a few inches of cleavage. Laura merely smirked slightly and nodded at her in approval.

“I'll have a beer, please” James answered, fixing Bekki with a charming smile as he remembered his task to be “normal” this evening. Inside, his “school” brain (i.e. his already aching dick) was already shouting at him to enforce some discipline in the girl; to order her to undo the remaining buttons on her top and show some of the enormous cleavage she was blessed with.

“We'll have a bottle of prosecco for the table too” Laura said without looking at the menu. “Oh wait, Bekki?” she added, tapping her finger on the menu as if in sudden thought “I was wondering, about how huge are the bottles of processo you normally stock?”

“Pardon?” Bekki asked, puzzled by the sudden question as she looked back at the stacked teacher.

“The bottles. How big are they?” Laura asked again. “Could you show me?”

“Uhh...about that tall?” Bekki answered, pointing at the water jug on the table between the pair.

“No, show me with your hands” Laura continued, making the gesture again that she had teased James with.

“Oh! Uhh...” Bekki said at last as she caught on, doing the same and holding her hands about a foot apart “About this big?”

“Wow, would you look at that?” Laura said to James as she turned back to face him, mock amazement dripping from her words. “Your beefy hole-wrecking monstercock is longer than a fucking wine bottle!”

James nearly spit out the mouthful of water he had taken as he looked from Laura to Bekki, who bit her lip as her eyes darted between the pair.

“I- Ahem. What she err- means is...” James spluttered as he tried to cover for his date's words, his brain working at a mile-a-minute to spin the conversation back to something normal.

“What she means is that her boyfriend has an absolutely fucking massive, hole-stretching piece of meat between his legs that she just can't get enough of!” Laura cooed, her tone turning to one of pure saccharine admiration that made James' balls ache for release and garnered a gasp and a “well, I...” from a table nearby. “God, babe! I never realised I'm getting my brains fucked out by a dick bigger than wine bottle at least five times a day!” the blonde marvelled reaching out and taking James' hand across the table.

James looked down at the gloved hand and froze for a moment like it was a viper waiting to sting him. He knew Laura was very, very good – her exploits in the school were stuff of legend after all – but nothing could have prepared him for her sheer allure when she turned it on. She turned and said something to Bekki, but James missed it as his world narrowed to nothing but the arched eyebrow and slight smirk her fuckdoll face was giving him across the table. If it wasn't for the bollocks-emptying session that Rachael had treated him before they had set off to dinner, he knew he would already have blown hole in his trousers!

“....yah, gotta love a big one! You can really crush the girls around it and they just cum everywhere!” Bekki's voice snapped James out of his recollection of how Rachael had spent the afternoon “preparing” him, and he looked back up to see her grinning at Laura as she pressed her phenomenal chest together a little with her elbows.

“Okay. So thats one bottle of fizz and one beer for the monster-cocked machine!” the waitress said as she brought her phone back up, grinning at James with a slight look down at his crotch as she tapped at the screen

“I'll be right back!” she chirped, sliding the device back into her cleavage before bouncing off again toward the bar.