GRADING THE CURVE

Story and illustrations by JAT470

	In all his 12 years as a high school teacher, Tim Longley had 
never even entertained the thought of getting involved with one of his 
students.  It was simply unacceptable in his eyes, even in the case of 
one particularly noteworthy example: Bethany Myers.

	At the age of 18, Beth possessed a figure that was more at home 
on the body of some saline-laden exotic dancer.  Beth's cup size was a 
source of great speculation and often the subject of sizable betting 
pools among the other students.  The size of basketballs, Beth's tits 
were bigger than anything Tim had ever seen or heard of and 
continually showcased in tops about 2 sizes too small.  She also liked to 
wear tight jeans to better showcase her large, shapely bottom that 
invariably drew the attention of every male in viewing range of it.  The 
fact that all of this had developed on a frame that was otherwise as 
willowy as a supermodel's made her overly abundant charms all the 
more impressive in scope.  Not surprisingly, she was constantly having 
to deal with amorous attentions of every male student attending the 
school; what's more, no small number of the male faculty members also 
made moves on her and some, if the rumors were to be believed, were 
even successful.  Rumors also stated that she often used her charms to 
achieve good grades without the inconvenience of homework.  Indeed, 
this seemed to work on every male teacher she had-except one.

	"You wanted to see me?" Beth asked as she entered Tim's 
classroom one day after school.

	"Yes. Have a seat Ms. Myers," he replied, indicating a chair on 
the opposite side of his desk.  Beth sat down, squeezing her 
considerable posterior into it.  She then crossed her legs as she faced 
him, her huge tits laying almost in her lap.  She smiled warmly in 
greeting.

	"You look nice today Mr. Longley," she stated as she slid her 
chair closer to his desk then leaned forward, causing her bazooms to 
spill onto it's surface.  Tim saw clearly what she was trying to do and so 
completely ignored it, much to Beth's obvious chagrin.

	"Thank you," Tim replied.  He then looked down at some papers 
in front of him in order to avoid staring at the huge dugs sitting just 
inches from his hands.  "What I wanted was to discuss your current 
status in this class."  Tim then looked up when he realized no reply was 
forthcoming.

	"You realize your failing this class?" Tim asked.  Beth sighed 
heavily, with interesting results.  

	"Yes, Mr. Longley."

	"You also realize that you need this class to graduate?" he 
added.
	
	"Yeah, I know."

	Tim pushed back from the desk then looked at Beth, all 
distractions put aside.  "So what do we do, Beth?  I know you want to 
graduate, but your at the point now where there isn't much hope left if 
you keep letting yourself slide like you have been."  He continued to 
study her as he said, "Are things alright at home?"

	Beth sighed again with exasperation.  "You know about the 
business my mother started," she said, "and I told you that she needs 
me to help at nights."  She sat back from the desk, her breasts sliding 
back into her lap, quivering liquidly.  "So I haven't been able to do the 
homework."
	It was Tim's turn to sigh.  "But I told you that we can make 
arrangements for you in order for you to do your work. But your mother 
refuses to come to our meetings.  She keeps saying she's too busy, 
says she wants to come, but keeps backing out at the last minute."

	Beth simply shrugged.  "I don't know what else to tell you."

	Tim thought for a moment, then said: "Supposing I went to her?"

	Beth looked at him questioningly.  "You mean, come to the 
house?"

	"Yes. Just before she goes to work."

	"But she's already gone before I even get home sometimes."

	"Well if she's home, stall her for a bit so I can catch her."

	"When?"

	"Let's try for tonight."  Beth's mood seemed to brighten at this.  
	
	"Sure, I think I can manage it."

	"Great. Then I'll see you both then."  Tim then stood up.  "Thanks 
for coming."

	"No problem," Beth replied.  As Tim watched her huge rear 
mounds bob side to side as she walked out the door, he began to 
wonder if this was such a good idea after all.  He looked down at his 
crotch, now bulging with the hard-on he'd had since the interview 
began.

	"Don't do anything to embarrass me, alright?" he said to himself.

	Around 6:00 that evening, Tim found himself at Beth's house.  Beth 
herself answered the door when he knocked, looking rather enticing in an 
ridiculously undersized T-shirt and capri pants.

	"Hi Mr. Longley," she greeted brightly, "Mom's been expecting you."  
She then turned and yelled, "Mom! He's here!"  Then smiling once again, she 
invited him inside.  As Tim stepped through the doorway, Beth stepped by him 
to head outside.
	
	"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

	"Oh, I'll be right back," Beth replied, "Mom just needed me to go to 
store real quick. Besides," she added, lowering her voice, "I think my mom 
wanted to talk to you alone for a bit."  Then, with a curious smile she said, 
"Have fun!" and continued on her way.  Shrugging, Tim turned as he heard 
someone approach.  And his jaw hit the floor.
	The woman approaching him looked to all the world like she had 
stuffed a couple of prize-winning watermelons inside of her snugly fitting top.  
But from the way those monstrosities were swaying and quivering like a pair of 
giant water balloons, Tim realized he was looking at the biggest fucking pair of 
tits he had ever seen.  Everything from her chest down to her waist was all 
about her breasts, making it readily apparent where Beth had inherited her 
fantastic body form.  They extended before by what had to be two whole feet, 
all the while denying gravity's very existence.  Seeming not to notice his 
unabashed stare, she greeted the awestruck teacher.

	"Hello Mr. Longley, my name is Gladys," stated the buxom marvel as 
she extended a hand in greeting.  Then she looked down and stopped short of 
bumping into Tim's protruding boner.

	"Oh, excuse me..."

	Blushing furiously, Tim attempted to stammer an apology, but Gladys 
cut him off, gently taking his hand and squeezing it ever so slightly.  She 
smiled demurely.
		
	"Perhaps you'd like to sit," she offered.

	Tim nodded anxiously.  "Y-yeah, that'll be great," he muttered weakly.  
She gestured towards a couch and turned in that direction.

	And suddenly, there was ass everywhere; Gladys had a mountainous 
backside as big as the whole damn planet.  Below a wasp-like waist, the 
woman's dimensions exploded.  A vast hemisphere that distended behind her 
like a giant bubble, her butt, along with her hugely rounded, flaring hips, were 
placing similar stress on her stretch pants in a manner similar to that of her top.  
Strained to threadbare tautness, Tim could all but see through them.  For what 
seemed like an eternity, Tim watched those giant globes roll and jostle 
ponderously as she walked to the sofa, the action intensified by the sensual 
swaying of her hips.  With his hard-on pressing uncomfortably against his fly, 
Gladys finally sat down, then invited Tim to do the same which he did, 
immediately crossing his legs.  She merely smiled again and folded her hands 
across her cleavage, as her tits completely buried her lap.

	"So. Tell me about Beth," she said finally.

	The two of them talked for over an hour as Tim tried to explain to 
Gladys the importance of Beth being able to graduate.  Though she 
sympathized however, Gladys continued to stand by her position, explaining 
that she had just started her new restaurant, which had taken her life savings to 
get off the ground, and needed her daughter's help to keep the place running 
for the time being.

	"Otherwise," she said, "we'd both be out on the street with no place to 
go and no money, least of all from her deadbeat father."

	"I wish we could still work something out," Tim offered.

	"I'm sure we can," Gladys replied.  She started to get up then asked, 
"Would you like a drink?"

	"Oh yes, please," he responded, then took in the awesome spectacle of 
her outrageous figure jiggling every which way.  She returned with a couple of 
Pepsi's and sat back down.  As they drank their colas they talked some more, 
but Tim still couldn't get Gladys to relent on her stance.  Then after a while, 
Gladys looked at her watch.

	"Well, it's getting late," she stated.  Tim sighed with resignation and 
nodded, then finished his Pepsi as he started to get up.  What came next caused 
Tim to nearly choke on his drink.

	"Would you like me to suck your cock?"

	Tim stared blankly at Gladys.  "W-w-what?"

	"Would you like me to suck your cock?" she repeated, smiling and 
moving closer.  "You've had that hard-on since you got here," she said as she 
began groping the protruding bulge.  "I just figured you could use a little 
release."

	As her hand continued to gently squeeze his cock, a thousand thoughts 
began racing through Tim's brain.  He should've said no; it was totally 
unethical and unprofessional for him to allow one his student's mothers to give 
him a blow-job, not to mention the fact that said student would be walking in 
on them any minute.  But poor Timothy could only stare at the woman's 
impossibly huge bosom and the voluptuous rump that spread out beneath her.  
His hard-on ached and throbbed as he imagined sinking it between her 
medicine ball-sized orbs.  Gladys caught his gaze and followed it.  She then 
looked up and smiled at him as her arms slid underneath her breasts.

	"Do you like...big tits?" she asked huskily.  "I certainly hope so; they 
don't get much bigger than these."  She held them up as best she could, causing 
them to wobble like gelatin.  "87 MMM," she stated as she shook them, 
making them flop about.  "Grab a handful, honey. I know you want to."  She 
peeled off her burgeoning top, allowing her gargantuan knockers to explode 
into view like airbags.  "There," she said, "I showed you mine, now show me 
yours."

	At this point, morality momentarily got the better of Tim, who was in 
the process of putting down his drink to politely decline her very tempting 
offer, then get the fuck out of there.  Then he felt his zipper being pulled down 
and a hand gently, but persistently, trying to free his cock form the tangle of his underpants.  With a little effort she succeeded, driving all thoughts of ethics from Tim's mind as his 13-inch rod suddenly stood waving in the air in all its glory.  The sight of it removed a bit of Gladys's coyness as she stared in 
amazement.

	"Holy shit!" she gasped.  "What are you...part elephant?"  She grasped 
its base to steady it, her fingers unable to encircle its girth.  "Oh man," she 
breathed in awe.

	Gladys leaned in closer, burying Tim's cock between her pillowy 
breasts.  Then she sank her face into her cleavage until her lips found his 
bulbous cockhead.  Tim nearly cried aloud when her warm mouth enveloped 
him, then slowly sink downwards.  That and the sensation of her pliant tits 
squeezing in from the sides was nearly unbearable.  Gladys let her breasts part 
slightly as her head began to bob up and down the length of his penis with 
increased fervor.  Tim groaned and bucked his hips while her hand gently 
fondled his equally huge testicles.  This proved to be all too much for the man.

	"AAH! AAH!" he cried as a barrage of cum rocketed out of his dick 
and down Gladys's throat.

	"MMMMM!" she moaned as she milked him dry with her mouth, 
swallowing every drop.  Then suddenly, she disengaged herself from him and 
stood up as she began to take off her pants.

	"Take your clothes off," she demanded.  "Fuck! You've turned me on 
like you wouldn't believe!"  All fears and concerns were tossed aside with 
Tim's clothing as he raced to comply with Gladys's request.  Soon they were 
both naked with Tim's cock, rock-hard as ever, waving stiffly before him like a 
billy club.  Gladys was almost completely hidden behind her breasts, with 
nipples the size of spice jars pointing invitingly at him as her swaying form 
stepped forward.  Gladys then grabbed his cock with one hand while the other 
was place against his chest; a gentle push later, Tim was sitting back on the 
couch, buried beneath her humongous tits, her other hand still firmly holding 
his dick.

	"Oh God," she cried, "at this point I don't care if you tear me half with 
this thing; I just need you inside me."  She then straddled him, her hand 
pointing his prick towards her dripping snatch.  As she eased herself down, 
Tim could feel the warm folds of her cunt begin to part, then envelop the head 
of his prick.  Wincing, Gladys placed both hands on his shoulders as she leaned 
on him then and with one final push of her meaty hips, impaled herself 
completely on his spike.  Tim groaned loudly as he savored the wondrous 
sensations of being immersed within her warm, pulsating depths.

	"Yesss, mmmmoohh yes," she moaned as she began to move up and 
down.  She pumped slowly at first, then with increasing speed until her hips 
were almost a blur of motion, her cries becoming louder by the second as she 
humped Tim's brains out.

	"OH TIM! OH FUCK!" she gasped as her wildly shimmying buttocks 
heaved up and down.  Tim, hardly quiet himself, writhed and squirmed in a 
frustrated attempt to match Gladys's pace.  He reached around to sink his 
fingers into the fleshy vastness of her voluminous backside, but her wildly 
thrusting hips made it impossible to keep a grip.  Unable to keep still any 
longer, Tim suddenly grabbed Gladys's shoulders, then twisted the both of 
them around; now she lay with her back on the sofa with Tim astride her, his 
body wedged between her breasts.  Then with his cock still inside her, he began 
pounding her pussy with a merciless vengeance.

	"YEAH! OH YEAH!" he shouted excitedly, though his cries were 
being drowned out by Gladys's screeching.  Her head tossed wildly back and 
forth as she wrapped her shapely legs around his waist, forcing him to go 
deeper, her fingers clawing at his back.

	"OOHH YESS!!" he bellowed as he continued to thrust away at an 
urgent, seemingly tireless pace.  "YOU'RE THE FUCK OF THE CENTURY 
BABY! THE FUCK OF THE CENTURY!"  There was no denying it; just the 
thought of those outlandish fucking tits of hers and that enormous bubble of an 
ass, now lying beneath his writhing, grunting form, was driving him to a lustful 
frenzy.  And that pussy! It gripped his phallus like a hot, greased fist, her cunt 
muscles milking another orgasm from it with a maddeningly slow pace, despite 
the accelerated speed at which he was now sliding his huge organ in and out of 
her.

	"You're not so bad yourself, you wonderful stud," she sighed between 
gasps and moans.  Then suddenly, she grabbed Tim's hips to get him to stop.  
As he looked down in dismay she said: "But now I really want to feel you."  
Taking the hint, Tim pulled out and let her get up.  His throat tightened at the 
sight of Gladys's exceedingly developed body jostling with every movement.  
He also noticed the way she checked him out as well; her eyes glazed with lust 
as she stared at his towering tool, now glistening with seminal fluid.  Then she 
was on all fours on the couch, her great, rounded hillock of a rump virtually 
filling Tim's field of vision.  Gladys looked back at him and grinned.

	"Get on, baby," she said sexily.

	Wasting no time, Tim guided his cock back into her gash, then plunged.  
He groaned at the feeling of her moist cavity enveloping his manhood as he 
began to fuck her once more.

	"OH! OH! OH! OH!" she cried with every thrust. "FUCK ME, BIG 
MAN!"  Her magnificent backside shuddered and surged outrageously as Tim 
thrust urgently.

	"OH BABY!" Tim cried as he porked away with a relentless rhythm; he 
threw back his head and howled with sheer delight.  Then, when he felt his 
boner beginning to twitch and his balls to rumble, he knew he was ready to 
blow his load once again.  Tim began to hump even faster in anticipation of 
this momentous event.

	"HERE IT COMES!" he roared as he felt his lube shooting up his 
penile cord.  But just as he was about to make one last charge into the breach of 
the joyfully weeping Gladys, it was then that Beth came through the door.

	"Oh wow," Beth breathed as she took in the scene before her.

	"Uh, Beth! It's not what you think..." stammered Tim as he knelt 
behind Beth's naked, prone mother.  Then, strangely enough, Gladys began 
laughing.
	"Really? You weren't just fucking my mom up the ass?" Beth asked.

	"Okay...it is what you think," Tim admitted, hesitantly, "but..."

	"Oh good!" Beth exclaimed as clouds of confusion gathered on Tim's 
brow, "that means I didn't hurry home for nothing."

	"You better believe it," Gladys broke in.  "This guy is fucking stud and 
a half."  She suddenly pulled away from Tim, causing him to slip out, revealing 
his huge schlong. "Check out this hunk of trouser meat."

	"Oh my God," Beth exclaimed. "I had no idea, Mr. Longley! Your 
name certainly fits, doesn't it?"  Completely stunned by the turn of events, Tim 
didn't say a word, even when Beth grasped his pulsing member and began to 
gently stroke it.  She then looked from him to her mother.  "I hope I'm not 
interrupting your discussion."
				
	"Not at all," her mother replied.  "In fact I was wondering where you 
were. This is all about you after all."  Gladys then stood up to join them.  
"So...let's say we get this discussion started properly?"

	"Cool!" Beth said brightly, then began to quickly undress.  Laying back 
against the sofa's armrest, she used Tim's cock to pull him to her, then guided 
it into her dripping snatch.  The sight of her basketball-sized endowments 
drove all hesitation from Tim's mind as he began humping eagerly into the 
now loudly moaning Beth.  It proved to be the beginning of a long night of 
being fucked and sucked by this incredible mom and daughter team.  

	"A, fucking, plus!" Tim shouted as he came.  It seemed that Beth 
would graduate after all.