Lay low for a while

Chapter by Dima on writing.com

With great will power, you slowly slide your hand away from Djamila's crotch and curl your fists up to the side, growing a eager smile across her dusky skinned soft cheeks with this strange change in her gaze, like the pupils of her eyes are wide from being hijacked and piloted by your perverted mind, "No no, Djamila you got some big ole stuffed up Mammaries, but I know there might be others in the club who could be nice and tasty to try out...not that THESE are something I can snuff at!" you say, her rather soft and quiet voice breaking a raspy fry as both her hands slap into the underside of her giant tits, feeling them just wobble a little bit with their hefty weight and firmness with what feels like a plain bra not even holding their weight up. "Heh...thought they would jiggle m-oh right the club." you say, taking a deep breath and peel your hands off her heavy tits before waving good by to Mahreen whose still slumped over.

And with that, you awkwardly pivot and walk on out of the class to feel...well everything on Djamila's body from the way the turtle neck squeezed onto those fat melons to her the tightness of her jeans hugging to her plump butt, surely nothing compared to her hefty rack but in proportion to her chest and Mahreen or other girls, it was a pretty fat rump...and somehow you can feel a bit of her pudgy belly bulging over the edges of the jeans covered up by the sweater along with her hijab feeling a bit weird on your head...but you keep it on to blend in while thinking back to what you can recall from the American-Arab club. You know it's a club not just for resources and aid along with just being a social group for students of arab descent but also a general cultural exchange club to help the wide diverse cultures and sub cultures from the students and outside parents who come to teach once in awhile though beyond that you recall much, Not like it matters as you march along with an extra weighty stomp to her feet to make those orbs bounce.

Eventually you make it it to the class room that the Club is held in and without really thinking too much, you just barge in with a big ole dirt grind painted on Djamila's face getting a full barrage of imagery from the class room from the photo collages on the wall of the different girls and their parents or friends on vacation from Paris and prague to Cairo and...well you cant make out the other countries really besides maybe Kuwait from one girl you havent seen before, maybe a old senior? other than that the room had nice tapestry examples with vibrant blues and emeralds as well as some motivational posters in standard Arab and some English as well as a wall with fundraiser ideas some music references for students to check out as well as even different clothing styles. "Uwoooh...Not gonna lie, got a lot more going on in here then that dink anime club some nerd set up a bit ba-" you mumble to yourself, casually folding your arms under those hefty tits to lift them up a bit before getting distracted from a soft voice calling out to you, "Hello Djamila! dear~!" drawing your attention to those who are in the room. "O-oh hi hi uuuuh Farah?"

You say, not to certain but going off memory of who the teacher calling out to you is, Mrs.Farah you think her name is but you've only ever seen her in passing, not enough to get a good look but from what you can see makes yours and Djamila's heart skip a beat, an older woman wearing a black Hijab on her head with her soft smile greeting you, she has some wrinkles along the eyes and some strands of white hair poking out but her soft red glossed lips and cheeks gives her a comforting motherly vibe...along with her hefty chest bulging and sagging in a long creme colored long sleeve hugging around the shape of her tits almost as well as a plump belly poking out to meet her motherly hips though her legs are obscured by a darker long skirt...you can tell she has a fat and probably wide mom ass. "Yes dear, you look a bit lost right now?" she asks, some concern in her voice as she walks a bit closer which was enough to make her chest sway a bit while looking you in the eyes...her own being amber.

"OH o-oh no just feeling a bit winded ma'am, carrying these big milkers is of a treat g-" you stop yourself with a twitch of your eye, not only what you said was way out there and inappropriate but also your own way of speaking bent and made Djamila's voice come out raspy and out of place. Farah, flinches and blinks, forming a nervous smile before giggling as she pivots to the side to look at the clock giving you a heart throbbing view of her shelf of an ass poking out from her skirt, "Oh my god she has cheese cake of a b-Agh sorry Mrs.Farah im ju-"

"Oooh no dear, I get it, your feeling stressed out again from all the stares and just unwanted attention. It's okay you can sit here for a bit to relax and catch your breath I know how you feel." she says with a worried sigh while motioning at the time..you might've came to the club a bit too early but she seems to have casted away her suspicion. "Especially when I was your age, I was rather developed as well though my worries were also on a few other things." she says...giving you some time to think while you soak in more of her body from the belly bulging out to the slight hint of her nipple bump through her top...maybe you can try being a milf?

1. Posses Mrs.Farah!
2. Sit down and wait for other students or parents
3. De-posses Djamila and find another host
4. Something else