MY TEACHER: Size does matter a lot

I introduce myself and describe myself, this didn't happen long ago and my physique is practically the same. I will use a name that starts with the same letter as my real name or maybe it is my real name, Pietro is my name, dark brown hair color, blue eyes, 1.88 tall, 123 cm bust, 44 cm biceps, weight 80 kg. Athlete, my favorite sports are AMM or MMA, soccer, skiing, boxing and high intensity training, my physique in general is defined and muscular. I am friendly and seductive, they say. My circumstances are that, due to my father's job, I have done too many kilometers and I have lived in countless places. Apart from health, it is to look good myself and if I look good, so do the rest.

So much travelling, so much changing of residence, was a challenge for my sister and me, especially when we were little. Making new friends, new schools... caused problems in our studies, above all. Everything has an end and my father FINALLY stayed permanently in a Spanish city, it was not our home city, but the truth is that it didn't matter, because where I was born I only stayed for seven months. If I know it more than others it is because I went on family visits. While we finished the course, my mother went ahead, for the housing and school issues. I expected to go to a high school, my sister to university. My mother enrolled me in a religious charter school, luckily it was my last year before going to university, which I wasn't very sure about either.

We all liked the house, my mother made the right choice, a development with a swimming pool, paddle tennis courts, a fully equipped gym ... a fairly central location, and a beach. Everything my sister and I wanted. The problem with school, which is that I got off on the wrong foot. I saw myself as a bit of a weirdo, comments, stupid looks, also within the normal range. First incident, we are in class and our technology and engineering teacher comes in, who will also be our tutor. I describe her... Morgana (between 44 and 48 years old, 1.73 m - 55 kg - 100 bust - grey eyes - hair colour and size, intense redhead and long, tousled and wavy hair - light skin - generous and perfectly shaped ass - generous lips - freckles - the structure of her body with attractive shapes). I was petrified, I didn't know her at all and when I heard her address me I wished the earth would swallow me up. "I want us to welcome Pietro, he'll be with us this last year and Pietro, don't worry, I've already spoken to your mother and I'll help you with whatever you need, anything you know."

From behind I heard — Pietrito , don't cry, mommy will take care of you. Poor Pietro, if you get snotty, go run to see Morgana. Pietro, if you have to wipe your bottom by yourself... — there was laughter and I turned around in such a way that the idiot who was leading the way, cut himself off, looked at me and blew me a kiss. More laughter and joking. When we changed classes I went to Álvaro, that's the name of the smart guy you meet everywhere. — I'm going to ask you a favor Álvaro, I ask you to respect me and to leave me alone, that's all. I want to get through this year quietly and if you do me the favor, you won't even know I exist — he raised the tone of his jokes, the laughter increased and I didn't say anything else, although I heard him say to his groupie — so big and so dumb, so much muscle, but all facade — I don't know if he said it so I would hear it or not, what I knew was not to make any comment. But things didn't end there. When we left, some kids who weren't with this group told me to go have a drink at a place they usually went to.

We arrived at the cafeteria in question and there were a few more, we introduced ourselves, they told me how everything was there and I answered typical questions for a first contact and everything was going well until Álvaro and company arrived. They made fun of each other and it was as if I didn't hear them, but everything changed when Vicentin , one of our age, but 1.55 meters tall and with a weak body, went to the bathroom, Álvaro made him fall to the floor and everyone laughed. That was the straw that broke the camel's back because I got up and told him to apologize to Vicentin , he got boastful because he was with the others, he came towards me, while Vicentin told me Pietro, it's okay and when I had him a hand's length away from me... a good fight started, but it lasted seconds, as long as it took my fist to hit his nose. What I did hear was —SAVAGE, MURDERER, BULLY, ANIMAL...— and when I asked who they were saying it to, everyone fell silent. I revived Álvaro from the technical knockout, helped him get up, sat him down and gave him a towel that a waiter had handed him to put on his nose, which was bleeding like a pig. Once we managed to stop the bleeding, I told him to ask Vicentin for forgiveness , and boy did he.

I wasted more time than expected and on the way home, my sister sent me a WhatsApp message in which she sent me a fire extinguisher with a house on it, which meant that there were problems at home. I thought it was with her as always, because the only fights we had at home were about her and I, although she was a year older than me, always supported her and defended her, because according to her her little brother, that is, me, was the perfect son, he didn't cause any problems. As soon as I walked through the door, my parents, both in unison, "we can't believe it, what happened?" and I shrug my shoulders and look at my sister who is holding back her laughter, until she asks what they mean, "my friend Morgana called me to tell me that on your first day of school you broke another student's nose," my mother tells me. Before answering what she was saying, I told her that she could have told me that little detail that my tutor was a friend of hers and without waiting for her to tell me anything I answered her —the most important thing is that I didn't break her nose, it wasn't at school and she was asking for it all day, but it wasn't because she was messing with me, it was because she was abusing the weaker one—

What I found strange was that they had called the tutor, I thought that until my sister told me everything, it was the tutor's daughter who told her and when she told me that the daughter's name was Tamara I knew immediately who she was... (my age, 1.73 m — 55 kg — bust 105 — blue eyes — hair color and size, golden straw blonde and long, straight hair with bangs — light skin — heart-shaped ass — generous lips — her body structure is the closest thing to an hourglass) she was the one who gave me the most grief and she was Álvaro's girlfriend according to my sister. The bitch was very hot and when I told my sister she laughed, telling me to introduce her to her, she said it in every sense because my sister was bisexual, of course, without our parents' consent. The next day while I was in class they gave me a notice that I had to go to tutoring.

Álvaro arrived at the start of classes and his nose was quite swollen, I didn't know if it was from the plugs he was wearing or from an inflammation of his own. Before I went to the tutorial, Álvaro stopped me to tell me that he hadn't said anything, not even to his parents. They made me go into a glass room where there was a table, with a chair on one side and two on the other. It was like an interrogation room in the movies. I was sitting waiting when Morgana came in, with a U-neckline that made me have to make a great effort not to look out of that suggestive "balcony". I had never felt so attracted to a mature woman and my relationships with girls my age were very fleeting, the ones I had known carnally, quite insipid, for my taste the sex was mediocre and it's not that I blamed them, because I was as guilty as they were.

—Let's see Pietro, tell me what happened with Alvaro and don't leave anything out. —I have nothing to say. —What do you mean you have nothing to say? It seems you didn't understand me, I didn't ask you... I ordered you to tell me what happened. (His voice, his tone were unbearable and his arrogance unforgivable) —The thing is that as far as I remember nothing happened at school, if nothing happened then I have nothing to tell and if something did happen outside of school hours and outside of the school, it's my private life and I don't think I'm obliged to answer. —Not to me with that arrogance! Others before you sat in that same chair and tried and I repeat...NOT TO ME!

From that moment on, I just stared at the decor and kept my lips sealed. Morgana turned red with contained anger and soon after changed tactics, talking to me about my mother and that she didn't deserve such trouble, she also told me that my mother said I was a sweet, kind, attentive and very responsible "child", who had never given them any problems. My attitude is to keep looking at the decor, among other things so as not to look at her tits. She ended up kicking me out of there having the last word, which has a certain touch of threat - you being so big and strong doesn't scare me and I'm warning you... I'll be vigilant and I won't take my eyes off you-

I go back to class and when I finish, Álvaro is waiting for me. We have a very edifying conversation. He admits to me what an idiot he was sometimes, and it turned out that he wasn’t such a bad guy, just that, a bit of an idiot. He asks me if we can have a drink to seal the peace and I accept. We go to the same place as the day before and when we get there, his people are there. Among them is Tamara. Looking at her, I tell Álvaro that it’s better if we leave it for another day, that there are people I don’t like, that it makes me sick. He realizes who I’m talking about —forget it, she’s my girlfriend and she told her mother thinking she was doing me a favor, she’s a good girl— and my answer was blunt —well, keep her for yourself— but I want her away from me. I stepped aside and went with the other group. Álvaro was talking to Tamara and she was looking at me with hateful eyes. The first four months passed, and I strengthened my friendships, and among those friendships was Álvaro, which changed 180 degrees. Tamara, a spoiled child, was very against me and her mother, I suppose because of her daughter's inconvenience, gave me all the swears she could and more.

In those four months I had two weekend flings with two girls and word got around about the size of my dick. Everyone thought they were exaggerating and some of my new friends asked me, getting the answer from me that they were hoaxes, but despite that word spread like wildfire and they called me everything in jest – the ploughman, the three-legged man, the elephant man… – which I took with humour and put up with, also because I played my jokes on others and we always did it among ourselves. With the arrival of good weather and spring everything went out of hand. Tamara came in peace or so she said, because she didn't propose anything to me, she demanded that I have a good relationship and she came so haughty that I answered with a touch of jest – that will only happen when you suck me off, although they say you still have a long way to go to do it right. She left super pissed off and then Álvaro told me that I had gone a bit too far, I explained to him that his girlfriend didn't ask, she demanded and ordered, he laughed and told me that I was going to tell him something that he didn't know about.

That little storm turned into a hurricane, because when I got home my mother was furious, and she didn't have a great friendship with Morgan, but it was easy for my mother to get along. She told me that the next day, which was Saturday, I had to go to Morgana's house to talk. Because of what my sister told me, Morgana and my mother had decided it so that it wouldn't be in the school environment and it would be a more relaxed conversation. I didn't want to go, because that would be a bit much for Tamara and I wasn't willing, until my mother told me that her daughter wouldn't be there. They lived relatively close, in another nearby development and I went there. Her house was a duplex, I knew that her husband was a lawyer and little else. A well-dressed man opened the door for me, he looked classy, but nothing like his wife, he was old. When he shook my hand I noticed that he had two yellow fingers, a sign that Xavier was a chain smoker.

He called his wife who came down from the top floor, scolded him for smoking inside the house and he resignedly told her that if she needed him for anything he was on the terrace. Where she could see a comfortable seat, a laptop, an ashtray and cigarettes. Morgana was not dressed like she was at school, rather conservative, she was completely changed. A black miniskirt, which allowed her shapely legs to be seen and showed off a good part of her fabulous thighs. The most striking thing was how well her ass was outlined and a blouse without buttons, with a round neckline with a slight opening, which showed off her big tits much better. He tells me to go to the top floor where his office is and that we will talk more comfortably. He goes up in front and I can practically see his ass, I saw something that turned me on immediately, she was wearing stockings and you could see the wide edge of them, then her bare thigh. I thought she had caught me staring at her ass shamelessly, but it seemed I was wrong because she didn't say anything to me, not one comment.

The office must have belonged to her husband, because it was full of pictures of him with important and relevant people. We sat in the only chair there was, it was a two-seater. By sitting sideways and she raised one leg a little higher, I could see her thighs much better. My cock was bursting and I was annoyed that my package was so noticeable, which was now a huge package. I couldn't quite understand what she was saying to me and she got up, went to a shelf, stretched to get a folder and when she stretched I could see the beginning of her ass. I was about to die from a strangulation of my cock, because it didn't fit. In the folder there was a report of mine, where both teachers and students praised me to the skies. I noticed how I had become stupid after looking at her ass and I assumed that a woman like her would notice. Which made me feel embarrassed.

After talking to me for a while, I only managed to understand her —...and Pietro, don't worry, I'll help you, I'll be like a second mother— and I didn't know what to say to her, because I didn't understand what she had just said to me, my face must have shown stupidity and I didn't know where to look, at her cleavage, her legs, her face... as I didn't know what to say, the only thing I could think of to say was that the duplex looked very nice. She stood up and made me stand up to show me a special view from a window that looked out onto the terrace where her husband was. But the reality is that the way she was positioned, there wasn't room for the two of us, until I had no choice but to get a little closer to her. I didn't know at that moment if it was an accident or an accident, but she leaned her ass back and hit my package. Even my breathing changed, my pulse accelerated and I was afraid my heart would be heard. I was just thinking about that in my head when she wiggles against my cock and gives me her spot so I can see what she was telling me and what she told her husband to tell me.

The husband was pointing at different places and telling me and explaining everything in detail and in the middle of the explanations, I noticed a hand, which could only be Morgana's, caressing my package. I heard a whisper behind me —calm down, calm down... just enjoy...— and she began to unbutton my pants, she didn't stop until she took out my cock. Once her husband finished showing me everything, I moved away from the window, my cock was out, my pants and boxers half down, she looked me in the eyes, with eyes of desire telling me —you don't know how a good cock makes me lose myself, but you have exceeded my expectations... BIG COCK... I think it was the biggest one I've ever had—, she was a real COUGAR. She put saliva on her hand and began to jerk me off, she did it with vice, but she did it really well. She didn't take her gaze off my eyes —my daughter said that her friends had told her that you were well armed, but she can't even imagine it—

And suddenly, as if she were attacking me, she put my cock in her mouth. She wasn't like the girls up to that point —it's hard, my jaw will hurt later, it's impossible...— Morgana devoured her, handling her mouth and tongue like a real expert slut. She lifts her blouse and leaves her big tits out in the air, not hard, not soft either, and places my cock between them. Her nipples are hard, but they're practically white. After a while she says —this mast needs a flag—, she makes me sit on the couch and climbs on top, grabs my cock, puts one of my tits in her mouth and puts my cock in. She bites my shoulder to avoid hearing her roar, because it wasn't a moan but much more. She didn't move quickly, she did it gently, savoring it and contorting her body, my pleasure was indescribable, I had never fucked or rather been fucked like that. We both speed up, he bites his lips, looks at me, comes closer and bites mine, he sticks his tongue down my throat and starts to cum, this time he throws his roars into my mouth, while the same thing happened to me, because we both came at the same time.

Once our breathing was normalized and she was still moving, she said to me, “We have to repeat this again, but with more calm and freedom, don’t you think?” I answered yes, without moving off of me, she stretched out, took some tissues from a box and got out, avoiding getting anything dirty. My cock was just as firm as when I started, she licked her lips telling me, “What a gem you have and what strength you still have to be hard enough to impale anyone,” she pulled herself together, looked at a small mirror, touched her lips with her fingers and then caressed my package telling me that young and stupid girls will never know how to take advantage of my treasure. We then had a very strange conversation at that moment for me.

—Don't be too mean to my daughter Tamara, she's already got enough with what she has. You know... —Well, I don't know what you're trying to tell me. —That the poor girl is head over heels in love with Álvaro and it's not that he's a bad guy, nor his family either, that also makes them fall for him, but the reality is that Álvaro will never be able to satisfy her or anyone else. —Why do you say that? —Because he has a very average one according to what they say and the worst thing is not that, he has a soft one . They say it isn't, but experience is a degree, SIZE MY DEAR DOES MATTER AND A LOT. Keep this in mind because your treasure, I assure you, in addition to opening many legs, will open many doors for you and you have already gained a lot of ground, because it has spread like wildfire that you are super endowed and that the girls can't handle you. —But your daughter, and forgive me for saying this, is a bit of a " little brat ." —Don't be mistaken, my daughter is not as little brat as you say... MY DAUGHTER IS A REALLY BAD BITCH and she needs someone to give her a couple of good slaps, the kind that her father or I should have given her and we didn't, because she is a spoiled brat and it's our fault.

Once I left, I had the impression that it was as if she had told me to go for her daughter, but I thought that a mother who had just fucked a guy would not tell him or suggest that he should fuck her daughter. On Monday, the first day of class after getting to know Morgana better and being in her class, my cock got hard, watching her giving her class, imagining that I was fucking her on the table. Morgana was not noticeable at all, she was very calm giving the class, it was as if it had all been a figment of my imagination. Ten minutes before the end of class, as on other previous occasions, she gave us a job to do with other students and they never repeated themselves, she placed me with her daughter, who when she saw it stabbed her mother with her gaze and when we were leaving because it was the last class of the morning, I heard - Mr. Pietro, stay a moment, you have some pending work -

She is gathering her papers, putting them all away and going to the door, closing it and coming towards me —bastard, you’ve been staring at me all morning like a fucking horny guy and you’ve got my panties soaked, you make me so slutty and that’s why now it’s your turn to “eat” you beautifully—, the teacher’s desk was small, Morgana must have been a contortionist, because she lay down, spread her legs and as soon as I got between them, I put her on my shoulders, trapping my neck and pulling her panties aside, I started to eat her dripping pussy, she was holding back her moans again and when she came she almost strangled me with her thighs, I thought we were done but I was wrong, because she told me to keep eating her and I did that until she came two more times. He stood up, caressed my package that was about to burst and while he touched it, he kissed me and said to me —I'm not going to solve this problem that I have on my hands, because I want you to get it on with my daughter, but I don't want her to fall in love with you, I just want her to know what's good, to continue with Álvaro if she wants and yes, when you get it on because you're going to get it on, give her two slaps from me—

She left so happy and left me fucked, with my mouth tasting like her pussy and now I had to pretend. The first person I met was Alvaro, who we were getting along very well now, the meeting had not been fortuitous, he was waiting for me. He spoke to me with regret —Pietro was waiting for you, because I want to ask you the favor of doing whatever Tamara wants, don't make her angry or else...— and suspecting it I asked him if she had said something, he didn't deny it, but he didn't answer me until I managed to convince him and he answered —don't take it the wrong way, Tamara is not a bad girl, she is special, she likes to get her way and I have to convince you somehow so that you behave well— and I told him —so that she is like you and the rest, one more submissive in her flock— his expression told me that I had been right. I ended up telling him —don't worry about me, I swear that I will behave as I should behave—

We agreed that each of us would do a preliminary of the work we had been asked to do, then we would get together and give shape to a final work. Before meeting up we had agreed to exchange a copy of our preliminary works. She didn't give me any and I gave her mine. We drew lots to decide where we would meet and I played at my house, but the day we were supposed to meet, through Álvaro he told me it would be at his house. When I arrived at his house his parents were there and they suddenly said they were leaving, his daughter looked at me again with exacerbated hatred. Of course the look chosen was not the most discreet. A short T-shirt showing her belly, tight, showing more breasts than her mother and on one of her breasts a mouth with red lips biting one side, very sexy and light grey leggings, next to tight and showing everything that could be shown. She had also put on some super high wedge sandals to try to be taller than me and she had her hair tied up in two pigtails.

She takes me upstairs and is playing with me, because she goes up in front and moves her ass exaggeratedly, bending down on the last step to pick up something that she had surely left. In such a way that her ass was showing in its maximum power. It was not going to happen like with her mother, who played with me, she was not my teacher. We go to the same office that everyone must use and as soon as I enter I see my work in the trash. I act as if I had not seen it. What she does not know is that I play with double advantage, that of having fucked her mother and her assignment, but also the advantage of knowing Alvaro, who was just a facade in everything. She gives me her work and tells me that this will be the one we will present. I read it carefully and the case... is practically perfect. If she had not seen the trash can with my work, she would have accepted with her eyes closed. The bad thing for her is that she could not tolerate it. So I told her it wasn't bad, but it needed improvement, and as expected, the expression on her face was that of an angry one, with her eyes half-closed and her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and the color of her face seemed to have changed, becoming more reddish as she contained her anger. Every feature of her face betrayed the storm that was unleashed inside her, as if she were about to burst forth in an explosion of repressed emotions. It was evident that she had deeply upset him and she ended up exploding:

—YOU DARE TO TELL ME THAT IT WASN’T BAD, BUT THAT IT NEEDS TO BE IMPROVED AND YOU’RE JUST AS SURE? (Upset) —I don’t understand your tone and that anger. (Calmly) —Well, you’re going to understand now, you moron... THIS IS THE WORK THAT WE’RE GOING TO PRESENT AND... NOT EVEN A SINGLE COMMA OR A SINGLE POINT IS GOING TO BE TOUCHED!!! ARE YOU CLEAR ON THAT? MR. NOBODY. (Super upset) —What I do know and according to your mother’s rules, which I don’t think she’s going to make any exceptions because it would look really bad... that all the work is in pairs or by teams, it has to be signed by all the members, otherwise, the work will be considered not done and you should know that I will not sign it. —HA and HA... YOU WILL SIGN IT. —How wrong you are. I won't sign it and the fact that my work is in the trash strengthens my position, but you also piss me off, you're used to treating and handling the submissive Álvaro, who's like your fucking slave.

She stood up angrily, came towards me and I quickly stood up, I didn't have time to stop her hand that hit my face hard, while she uttered insults at me - FAGGOT... BASTARD... - Once I received the slap, I got ready for the second one that was coming, but this time I stopped it and made a movement with my body and my hands, in such a way, that I reduced her and placed her on top of my legs, sitting on the same chair where I had fucked her mother. Next, I spanked her ass, which was hard as a rock, while I said to her —(CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP) YOU DON’T HIT ME, YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME, (CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP)— she screamed at me and complained, telling me that she was going to kill me, that she was going to throw me off the terrace. I continued with my rounds of spankings four at a time, —(CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP) YOU DON’T THREATEN ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH (CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP)— and I continued like that for a while, until I realized that she was slowing down, she was holding back something like a moan, I was going to leave her alone when she reared up again with new threats. This time what I did was pull down part of her leggings, leaving her ass in the air, which was quite red and now my hand was spanking her skin to skin.

She stopped saying anything, except that her mouth was breathing, like a whistle that showed she was enjoying herself. I stopped spanking her ass that was as red as a tomato and started caressing her buttocks, she let out a — Mmmmm ... — and when she realized she tried to hide it, but she knew it was too late. I let her get up, once she was up I was stunned, because there were two protrusions of at least one centimeter on her shirt, Tamara had her tongue lifting her upper lip a little and again she caught me off guard, she jumped on top of me and started eating my mouth wildly. She made the same face as her mother when she unbuttoned my pants and saw my cock, she quickly wanted to take off her leggings and I grabbed her hands so she wouldn't. — Calm down Tamara, today won't be the day. First you'll have to be obedient until you become my whore— and I don't know what conclusion he came to because he told me—if what you want is for me to leave Álvaro you're doing wrong, because I love him and I won't leave him, much less for you— that's why I have to make things clear to him—you've made a mistake again, I don't want to go out with you and even less for you to leave Álvaro, it's simply fucking.— Another time he was disconcerted and solemnly told me that if something had happened he would have told Álvaro.

I look into her eyes intensely and tell her —well if you want to fuck another day, instead of telling him later, you'll have to tell him before— and Tamara was even more disconcerted, to the point that with some anger and even rage she told me —I didn't understand anything and I don't understand you, many men would have given anything to sleep with me and you... you have despised me— I clarified that it wasn't contempt, quite the opposite, that it was in her hands whether something happened or not. She told me things that weren't related, but all with the same issue, that she felt despised. In the end I made it clearer to her —I know that Alvaro is a good guy, his evilness is just a facade and your friends say that he only has one fault, to put it in some way, that he falters in sex due to size and impetus— Tamara didn't confirm what she had just told her, but she didn't deny it either.