I Get By

"Well..." Sam stalled while he thought of a response. Then he remembered something that happened back at school.

"I shouldn't really tell you, but sometimes girls come to me looking for help with their homework. And _sometimes _they are so thankful, they help me out when things get out of hand."

"That is very clever of you!" Mrs. Mellon said, grabbing his giant cock and wedging it between her even more gigantic breasts. She stayed in character, but the look on her face suggested that she was impressed with your improv skills. "With a cock like this, I bet some of the girls come asking for help again and again." She looked down and spit between her tits, then slowly started lubing Sam up with massive mounds.

"Yeah..." he replied with a cocky look in his eye. "I generally need help before, during, and after school. About five times a day is best. I can't always fill the whole schedule, but I get by."

This time, Mrs. Mellon was in shock. She mouthed the words "My god! Five times a day!?" silently as she moved her chest up and down his meaty manpole. "I never would have guessed."

With that Sam decided to pick up the pace a bit. He started thrusting up into Mrs. Mellon's cleavage, making her tits slap against her forcefully and pushing the tip of his dick to poke through every few thrusts. Whenever she saw it, Mrs. Mellon shot her neck forward to lick it.

After a few minutes of hard titfucking, Sam saw the director making some hand motions out of the corner of his eye. He was a bit distracted, but could tell that it was a signal suggesting he move to a new position.