“Morning Mrs. Bloomfield.”
Ulysses looked up from the organized pile of notecards he had sitting in his lap. The collegiate junior felt time slow to a crawl as he watched his English 330 professor turn away from the whiteboard to greet her students. Her long, wavy blonde locks bounced gently as her head came to rest in his direction. And her smile… God how much he loved seeing her smile.
“Good morning Jenna, oh and good morning to you too Mr. Staunt. Hope you’re both prepared for today’s exam.” Bethany said, her eyes fixated on the tiny man standing in the palm of his classmate. See, Ulysses is what is known as a lilliputian. Standing at just above a quarter of an inch tall, Ulysses was below average height even for his kind, but it wasn’t something that his new classmates really noticed all that much. It was reasonable that for a person the size of a mountain wouldn’t really be able to notice the relative difference in sizes between himself and the other lilliputs.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Jenna replied, pulling Mrs. Bloomfield’s attention back up to her face. Bethany gave the young woman a polite smile and nodded her head.
“Well, I’m confident that you’ll both do perfectly fine.” Bethany said, turning her back on the pair before suddenly stopping and spinning on her modest heels. “Oh, Ulysses. I’d like a word with you, if I may.” As she said that, the tiny man could feel his heart come to a full stop. Ten thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he considered what exactly this goddess could possibly want from him. His eyes darted downward for just a moment, locking onto her impressive bust. The buttons that held the clean, pink fabric in place across her chest seemed to be doing an extraordinary amount of work trying to cover the buxom woman. All the other students drifted away into oblivion as he imagined Mrs. Bloomfield seductively reached down to gently undo one button of the overworked garment. With each snap of a loosened button, more and more of the tantalizing giantess’ chest was revealed. Ulysses stepped back as Bethany advanced, her seductive gaze setting off a cascade of mental alarms within the miniature man’s brain. The terrified lilliput looked up, shocked to find that Jenna, the pretty media tech major who had carried him to class was nowhere to be found. He was completely and utterly alone as his sexy, smart, perfect professor waltzed towards him with her gargantuan tits completely out.
“I…” Ulysses managed to eek out a single word before the massive woman lifted her breasts and pressed them together with her hands. Her titanic shadow stretched out into forever as Ulysses found himself directly under her rack. He was completely paralyzed as he heard a soft chuckle from the goddess just as she began to lower her tit onto his tiny body. Ulysses shut his eyes tight as he waited to be squashed, but the pain never came.
“Nothing to worry about, mind you. I just have some questions I’d like to ask you. I’m working on a project and I think your perspective would be invaluable.” Bethany said, snapping Ulysses out of his wildly vivid fantasy. As reality came crashing back around him, Ulysses struggled to stammer out a response to the giantess. He quickly began to fidget with the transceiver device that he used to speak directly with the gullivers. He quickly flicked a switch that shifted the device to the common channel that he typically used to communicate with his continental English professor.
“Wha- What? Yea… yea of course. I’d be glad to help! Really. Anything… I mean… anything I can do to… for you. To help. Or ya know. Yea.” Both ladies looked down at the blubbering man down in Jenna’s palm. Bethany had to work to hide a sincere smile as the small man stumbled over himself at the thought of being helpful. She had high hopes for their discussion, but still, she needed to remain realistic about all of this. It was going to be a tremendous ask.
“Ooooooh you’re in trouble.” Jenna teased as she quickly turned on her heels and started walking towards the end of a table in the front row of the lecture hall. She had chosen this seating for the both of them at the start of the semester, explaining to Ulysses that since he was too short to see over the other students and so they needed to be front and center for his benefit. Though, she would soon come to realize that she didn’t actually have to invent a reason for her decision at all, because Ulysses was probably the only other person in this entire university with a bigger hardon for Mrs. Bloomfield than Jenna.
“Shut up. She probably just wants me to help break the news to you that you failed the class.” Ulysses quipped back after setting his communicator back to the private channel he shared with Jenna. “I’ll bet she just wants to brainstorm some other career paths for you. Hmmm, rodeo clown? Football player’s wife? Traffic cone? All good ideas.” Ulysses teased, looking up to see Jenna shaking her head, exasperated by the tiny man’s quick with and goofy demeanor.
“Keep talking small fry. Maybe you can get a job as a toe separator. You know… one of those cotton balls that goes in between your toes while getting your nails done. Seems about right, doesn’t it?” She shot back snarkily, but Ulysses was no stranger to her playful jeers.
“Does that come with a good benefits package? It’s all about the benefits you know.” Jenna just chuckled and shook her head. All in all, Ulysses was extremely grateful to have been paired with someone so fun and down to earth. It was yet another stroke of wonderful luck that the university had set him up with a smart, sweet and all around kick ass roommate.
“Seriously though, I wonder what she wants to talk to you about.” Jenna said, setting Ulysses down on her desk. The Lilliputian couldn’t keep from shifting his eyes toward the pretty redhead as she began to sit down. Her skirt flared up slightly as she sat and Ulysses was left at breast level with the perky co-ed. He ogled her subconsciously for a moment before raising his eyes to find that Jenna was staring down at him directly. Ulysses could feel his cheeks flush red as he quickly turned to face the front of the lecture hall, trying not to focus much on the bodies of the titanic beauties that this university seemed to surround him with.
“I don’t know. Probably wants to learn a bit more about life as a lilliput. I’m very interesting, you know.” He said jokingly with an air of playful bravado. Jenna laughed playfully and gently nudged his body with her massive pinky. Despite the fact that Jenna was likely using the least amount of physical force that she could actively engage, the strength of just her pinky finger was enough to instantly knock him off balance. Thankfully he recovered quickly and managed not to fall flat on his face, but the experience was a stark reminder of his place in this world. At less than half an inch tall, Ulysses was all too aware of just how little effort it would take for a gulliverian to erase him from this world. Or just how much concerted effort it took not to accidentally leave him with permanent injuries. However, despite the terrifying reality of his utter helplessness in the face of such gargantuan creatures, Ulysses couldn't help but be awestruck by their very nature. Take Jenna for instance. At the start of her semester she was pulled aside and asked to undertake the daunting task of acting as a liaison to the world for a man the size of a thumb tack. She was asked to surrender her privacy, to take on a mountain of additional responsibility and to commit to the notion of representing both her community and her species to a complete and utter stranger. But at no point through the months of their time together, did Jenna act as anything but a true friend to the miniature man, treating him as her equal with love and respect. It was for these reasons that Ulysses fostered a grand appreciation for the denizens of the Gulliverian world, wanting nothing more than to spend his life helping to ingratiate their two vastly different cultures.
“Yea sure. Or maybe she wants to study what it feels like to fuck a Lilly.” Jenna responded, the sarcasm evident in her voice. However, upon hearing those words, Ulysses’ mouth ran completely dry. “I mean could you imagine? Getting all up in that? UH UH UH!” Jenna mimed several pelvic thrusts in Mrs. Bloomfield’s direction while she bit her lip aggressively. Ulysses turned his head to follow Jenna’s sightline just in time to see the gorgeous blonde walk around to the front of her desk and bend down to grab a stack of papers. Ulysses feared his eyes may actually bulge free of his skull as he ogled the giantess’ perfect, bubbly ass. The giantess’s round cheeks swayed gently from side to side, likely a completely unconscious habit, but one that meant everything to Ulysses. And true to Jenna’s comment, he could imagine it. In fact he often did. Every night, every time he came to class, every time she called his name, hell… just about every single time his body felt an ounce of sexual arousal, Mrs. Bethany Bloomfield was the sole culprit.
“Heh… yeah.” Ulysses replied limply. This wasn't the first time he and Jenna had conversed about their professor’s awe-inspiring body. In fact, it was a comment similar to this one that had first helped Ulysses to open up to Jenna at the start of the semester. From that point on, Jenna and her miniature roommate had quickly become best of friends, comfortably sharing all of their most intimate secrets with one another, including their daily observations about the foxy professor’s most recent outfits and haircuts. The young small-folk kept his eyes plastered to Bethany’s cute, round butt as it swayed gently back and forth. He thought about what Jenna said. Getting all up inside of that gargantuan woman’s ass. Crawling into her panties, kissing, licking, worshiping her godlike asshole. He thought about what her pussy must look like to someone like him. What it would be like to crawl inside her. To be there when her body washed him away in the throes of an intense orgasm. What if…
“I mean, Christ. It’s the kind of ass Sir Mix-A-Lot would write a fucking anthem about.” Jenna muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. Ulysses chuckled as he reluctantly dragged his mind out of his hormone addled fantasy.
“Ah yes, Buttermilk Biscuits… the classy man’s Party Rock Anthem.” Ulysses responded quickly, causing Jenny to let out a loud, boisterous snort that preceded a fit of muffled laughter.
“Oh my god shut the fuck up.” The Gulliverian said, still fighting to regain her composure. Ulysses joined in with a quick chuckle. He was glad that he had made such a fantastic connection with Jenna. She made this whole experience a lot less scary for a tiny, vulnerable man who took a chance on a once in a lifetime opportunity to step into the world of giants. However, after the first few weeks on campus, Ulysses had found the Gulliverians to be remarkably kind people. Of course there were assholes and outliers. But everyone else always seemed to step up and do what they could to make people like Ulysses feel safe and welcome, none more so than the remarkably sweet and undeniably cute Jenna Cole.
The pair of friends chatted for a short while longer until Mrs. Bloomfield stepped forward to address the entire class. She explained the parameters of the impending final as she ascended the steps up to the back of the lecture hall, setting a stack of papers on the end of each row of tables before moving on to the next one. The curvy blonde descended the steps once more and returned to her desk at the front of the room. She turned and leaned her large butt against the table as she folded her arms under her bust.
“Does anyone have any questions before we begin?” She asked, the thin frames of her glasses resting low on her nose so that she could peer over them to scan over her students. When no one raised a hand, Bethany nodded curtly. “Very well. You have three hours to finish and after you turn in your test, you are free to leave. It has been my genuine pleasure to work with you all this semester, and I hope that you all enjoy yourselves responsibly over winter break. Your test starts now.”
Every student's head in the room descended at once, a chorus of rustling papers echoing across the room as everyone flipped to the first page of the test. Ulysses sat in silence as he poured through the test. Thankfully the portion of the exam that covered specific, immutable concepts and practices seemed to only make up a small portion of the total test. The rest of his time would be spent flexing his strengths. Ulysses' creative mind was perfect for finding unique and interesting ways of expressing himself. And his perspective as a lilliputian gave him a voice that was remarkably rare and, more importantly, appreciated in this gulliverian world.
“Ulysses, go ahead and notify me once you’re finished.” Bethany said softly into her smart watch. Thanks to a handy app they both had on their devices, she could communicate on a direct channel that would output her voice directly into the small man’s headphones. As one of his professors, Bethany had a special set of permissions within the app that allowed her to dictate speech directly to him, regardless of the channel he was currently logged into. For Ulysses, it was a strange sensation, almost as if the goddess was whispering directly into his ear.
“Of course.” He replied before returning to his exam. He continued to work for another hour and a half, taking his time to ensure that this would prove to be some of his best work yet. Jenny, on the other hand, completed her exam in just under an hour, standing up to walk her exam down to Mrs. Bloomfield’s desk. Ulysses looked up for a moment, his eyes pausing briefly on Jenny’s cute, skirt-clad rear before he focused on the interaction as a whole. The two attractive giantesses spoke for a few moments before Mrs. Bloomfield’s eyes snapped up in his direction. A second later Jenny turned to look at him over her shoulder and Ulysses became certain that they were talking about him. His heart rate began to rise as his overactive mind began to hyperfixate on what they could possibly be saying to him. However, this runaway train of thought was smashed by another passing giant who stopped in their stride just in front of Ulysses, breaking his sightline to his sexy professor.
“Hey Ulysses, hope you have a great holiday break.” The titanic man said softly, beaming down a bright smile towards his miniature friend. Ulysses snapped back to focus and waved his arm overhead, not bothering to try to sync his communicator with Carson’s channel just to return the sentiment. Oftentimes intersized communication would end up being far more contextual than literal and Carson knew him well enough to understand the kindness that Ulysses sought to return.
“Quiet please…” Bethany said sternly, grabbing hold of both the boys' attentions. Carson nodded and silently mouthed an apology, giving a polite wave to his professor as he exited the room. However, Ulysses also noticed that Jenny was also walking out of the room. The pretty redhead turned and gave Ulysses a warm smile and a soft wave as she exited the room, leaving him without his ride back to his dorm. The small man looked back to his professor who gave him a quick smile before turning her attention back to something on her desk. Some time later Ulysses finished his rapid review of his work thus far and set down his paper, content with what he was prepared to submit.
“Mrs. Bloomfield, I’m done.” He said into his microphone. As if speaking ancient words of a faith long lost to time, his voice garnered the attention of this literal goddess. Her striking brown eyes locked directly onto him before she rose from her seat and began pacing in his direction. Though he had been fully immersed in the world of gullivers for some time now, Ulysses couldn’t help but feel like a hero from a fantasy novel, able to bind terrific and terrifying beings of immense stature and incomprehensible power using nothing but his words. And though these people proved to be good hearted time and time again, he knew that one part of his analogy rang true. Should he misuse the language that he wielded to summon this mighty creature, it would be no large task for her to destroy his very existence in an instant.
“Very good Mr. Staunt. Do you have time to talk?” She asked softly. Ulysses agreed and climbed onto the giantess’ hand, allowing her to swiftly cross over to a door behind her desk that led to her personal office. Bethany set Ulysses down on her desk and quickly closed the blinds on the window leading out into the lecture hall, trusting the two remaining test takers enough to finish their work honestly and quietly. Ulysses was placed down right next to the massive landscape of Bethany’s laptop computer and he took a quick peek at the screen as the giantess was lowering the blinds. His professor’s screensaver consisted of a collage of photos of both her and her husband out doing romantic things together. There was a picture of their proposal, where the tall, muscular looking man knelt on a picturesque beach in a loose white dress shirt and slacks, holding out a ring to Bethany. The blonde goddess was wearing a gorgeous floral sundress as she held her hands in front of her face out of sheer bliss, the sun hitting her marvelous figure at such an angle that the silhouette of her curvy body was visible just beneath the dress. It was an image that had been seared into Ulysses’ mind from the very first time that he saw it. And while she looked remarkable in all of her other photos, a series of candids from various dates the pair shared; apple picking, cocoa in front of the christmas tree, an ill advised double selfie just beyond the crest of a roller coaster. Ulysses let out an unconscious sigh. He couldn’t believe his misfortune. To take one step into the gulliverian world and meet the single most perfect creature to be created by a god who had reached the absolute zenith of their capability, only to know that this angel given mortal flesh was forever entwined with another man. A ridiculous thought, Ulysses was aware. To think that even if she were unbound to another, even if she were to somehow mirror his affections, to think that their love could even be possible was a cold draught of fantasy that would never truly quench his thirst for life.
“Mr. Staunt…” Mrs. Bloomfield said, snapping Ulysses out of yet another cascade of rambling thoughts. “Ulysses. I’d like to see if you….” She paused. Ulysses watched as she furrowed her brow. She seemed frustrated. Or perhaps, that wasn’t the right word. But the young man could tell that the giantess had something she needed desperately to say and yet, she seemed unable to find the right words to do so.
“Ulysses, I have… an offer. For you.” She finally said, still appearing to be somewhat unimpressed with her own word choice.
“Oh? An offer?” He asked. Ten million thoughts began racing through his mind once again. No… it couldn’t be.
“I… well. First of all, let me start by saying that you can absolutely, unequivocally say no. There are no stakes here, no consequences to be feared. Okay, so Samuel, my husband, Sam? Well, his thirtieth birthday is coming up very soon.” She explained. Immediately Ulysses' expectations returned to normal. She had a husband. Obviously he knew that, and yet still he dared to dream? Foolish. “His birthday is coming up and I want to get him something… remarkable. Something unexpected.”
“I uh, I don’t see what I can do to help.” Ulysses admitted. Bethany bit her lip, still racking her mind to find the right way to break this news to her tiny student.
“Well Ulysses. The thing is, my husband has a certain… oh, I don’t know… proclivity? A proclivity for people… like you.” Ulysses felt his head start to spin. A proclivity for people like him?
“Your husband has a Lilliput fetish?” Ulysses asked flatly. Bethany’s face turned sour upon hearing that word.
“Oh I hate to put it like that. It sounds so… dirty.” She said, her whole body shivering slightly. “But I suppose it isn’t wholly inaccurate.” Ulysses was forced back a step as the giantess suddenly leaned forward with haste, her gargantuan bust slamming into the desk before him.
“What the hell, fuck it. Yes, my husband has a lilliput fetish, and I would like to surprise him on his birthday. Surprise him… with you.” She said plainly, clasping her hands before her as she tried to gauge the tiny man’s reaction. Ulysses searched hopelessly for a response, but the giantess continued before he could speak up. “So I suppose I should explain. I don’t intend to put you in a box for him to unwrap. No this is more of an… an invitation.” She said carefully.
“I want to invite you to join us for an evening of excitement.” She said with a smirk, looking down at the tiny man. Ulysses' mind was reeling. This couldn’t actually be happening. It had to be some sort of strange meta-contextual cosmic coma he had somehow slipped into, because there was no fucking way that she was saying the things that he was hearing. “And just to add, everything would be above board the whole way. Consent is key and you would be in full control of your own boundaries. But in the name of full transparency, you should be aware of exactly what I’ll be talking about. You’ll be… interacting… with Samuel’s cock. A lot.”
There was a terse moment of silence between the pair before Beth plowed forward. “That came out… strange. Just know, Samuel is nothing but a giant teddy bear. Oh you’ll absolutely love him, I just know it. But what I mean is… well, by interacting, I mean kissing, licking, rubbing. All around worshiping. His… member, that is.” The mesmerizing blonde cocked her head to the side, searching for any reaction at all. However, Ulysses appeared as if he were being overloaded by this new information. “Have you ever… done anything like that? Been around a normal, err… a Gulliverian penis?” Ulysses shook his head hollowly. Bethany felt her heart sink. She knew that this whole thing was a long shot. She knew so few Lilliputians and the idea of searching online for something like this seemed so wrong. And this was a tremendous ask for her to bring to the young man. After all, she had little doubt as to the nature of Ulysses’ sexuality. He may have thought himself subtle since he was so difficult to see, but Bethany would’ve needed to be blind in order to miss the way that he stared at her chest or her butt.
Suddenly, a lightbulb flared to life inside the woman’s mind. She leaned forward even further pressing her chest out so that she could feel the tension in her shirt threatening to shear off the already strained buttons of her blouse. “That’s not to say that you’d be alone in dealing with my husband's cock. We would be in this… together.”
Ulysses stared in disbelief as Bethany used one of her slender fingers to gently prod at one of the buttons on her blouse. The tiny plastic rivet was all too happy to relinquish its hold on the fabric canvas, allowing it to spring back and reveal a perfect window through which Ulysses could see the heavenly sight of Mrs. Bloomfield’s gigantic cleavage. The giantess formed a wide smile as she witnessed the miniscule man nearly buckle at the knees from a single look at her tits. Clearly the young man was a novice in the ways of carnal pleasure, perhaps even fully uninitiated. She pursed her lips as she gently flicked another button loose, allowing a large enough hole that Ulysses could now comfortably stride into the canyon of her rack.
“So, what do you say? Would you do this for me?” She cooed, not realizing that Ulysses was completely entranced already. The miniature man had heard every single word that came from this goddess’ plush lips. However, he had listened to so little. The wafting scent of her perfume gently wandered out from her opening in her blouse, inviting him forward to bury himself deep within the soft, welcoming mountains of her tits.
“This could be a fantastic opportunity for us. To learn more about each other. To explore each other’s… unique perspective.” Bethany gave her young student a warm smile, playfully walking two fingers along the desk in his direction, letting her pretty, well manicured nails clack on the table. From the perspective of the tiny man, this display came across much less flirty than she likely intended it. Instead, it served as a show of raw power from the giantess. Each of her two fingers more than quadrupled his height. And the curved edges of her polished fingernails, while very pretty, cut down through the air like the blades of a guillotine. However, despite the inexplicable fear that lingered in the tiny man’s mind, there was a welling sense of excitement that made him feel as though there were lightning coursing through his veins. After all, he had mustered up the courage to take part in this gulliverian study program; How could he possibly look into the face of this angel and declare himself uninterested in his own destiny?
“I… I’d love to help you celebrate Mr. Bloomfield’s birthday.” Ulysses said, clearing his throat as he swallowed down the last bits of his uncertainty and committed to his decision. “Anything for you.”
“Awww such a sweet young man.” Bethan cooed, gently extending a finger towards Ulysses’ head where she began to delicately stroke his soft hazelnut hair. The quarter inch tall man couldn’t help himself from tensing up as the bus sized pad of her finger approached him. But he was surprised to find that the woman possessed remarkable dexterity and restraint, as her finger gently stroked his hair. When the monolithic digit was retracted, Ulysses was left staring up at Bethany’s beaming smile. The pair held each other’s gaze for a few minutes, basking in the slightly awkward realization of what they had just agreed to, before Mrs. Bloomfield finally cleared her throat and quickly redid the buttons on her blouse.
“Ahem. Well… that’s excellent news. Thank you, Ulysses. Truly.” She said sweetly. “I’m very much looking forward to sharing this experience with you.”
“Uhh, yea. Of course. Me… me too.” Ulysses stammered, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck with one hand. Bethany could sense the uneasiness in the small man’s presence, but she didn’t want to say too much and jeopardize the clearly tenuous acceptance of her request. Perhaps it was best that she give Ulysses the time and space to consider things more clearly, and hopefully he would be able to keep his nerve.
“Well, with that out of the way.” Bethany said, rising up from her seat and walking around the desk to raise the blinds, revealing a view out into the lecture hall where the final student was now handing in his final exam. Ulysses watched her wave through the glass with her back turned to him. Once more, his eyes drifted down towards the massive, jiggling cheeks hidden away inside of her sharp, black slacks. He looked down at the smaller chair placed on the visitor side of the massive desk. Thanks to the very real knowledge that his sexy ass teacher did in fact just invite him to join her and her husband in the bedroom, Ulysses' already hyperactive imagination was locked into overdrive. Just like before, the entire world around them began to melt away as the horny lilliput began to fantasize again.
“Now, I suppose I should take you back to your dorm.” Bethany said, looking back over her shoulder in Ulysses’ direction. Even with her long blonde hair partially obscuring her angelic face, he could still make out the devilish smile painted across her lips. The giantess lowered her hands down the length of her body, gently caressing her mesmerizing curves until she came down to her heavy, round ass cheeks.
“Perhaps you could ride back here?” She added suggestively, her fingers curling up under the cleft of her cheeks, forcing her modest pants to draw tightly inward, accentuating the fine details of her most awe-inspiring feature. Ulysses felt an intense sensation of wooziness as he stared deep into the crack of her mammoth ass, almost as if every single ounce of blood in his body had instantly flooded into his now throbbing erection.
“I uhhhh.” The words got caught in his throat as he became paralyzed with intense arousal, forced to simply watch as the goddess began to slowly walk backwards, inching her jiggly, building-sized booty in his direction. Only once the giantess was looming over top of him, the crack of her ass hanging ominously above his head, did she finally speak up once more.
“Well? I’m waiting. Do you want it? Do you want to go deep inside my big, sexy ass?” The massive woman cooed. “Say it. Say you want it. Beg me to bury you under my perfect fucking cheeks.”
“Please… do it.” Ulysses stammered. And while he could no longer see anything but the underside of her all-encompassing, bubbly butt, Ulysses swore he could sense the satisfied smirk on her face as Bethan dropped her full weight onto him. The world went black for a few moments as Ulysses was plunged up his teacher's wide, round bum, but he was quickly snapped back to reality when she repeated her question.
“Hello? Are you alright? Is the app still working?” Bethany asked. Ulysses shook his head to clear his thoughts, finding his giantess professor still standing across the room at the window.
“Uhhh, yea, yea I’m fine. Just… a little lost in thought he said.” A painful throbbing in his crotch brought an embarrassed blush to his cheeks. Despite knowing there was realistically a zero percent chance that the mountain sized woman could see his boner, the young man couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the whole ordeal.
“Ah, well. That’s totally understandable.” Beth admitted. “I’ll reiterate, that I give you my word. You will be nothing but perfectly safe while in my care. That being said, it's a big decision and I’ll give you the time and space to think it over and get back to me. We have some time to prepare so I’ll just say if at any point in the next week you feel as though you cannot go through with this, there will be nothing but understanding from myself and Samuel. Okay?”
“Yes, Mrs. Bloomfield.” Ulysses replied politely, still waiting for the stiffness in his pants to die down. The goddess gave him a warm smile, taking a moment to admire just how cute the little man was, standing beside a cup of pens and pencils that towered above him like a mighty forest. Her mind then immediately snapped to the thought of Samuel pulling off his boxers, allowing his massive cock to flop onto the table beside little Ulysses. There was a quick flash of excitement that raced through her body as she envisioned Samuel gently placing the helpless student on the tip of his dick and then walking over to roughly tear down her pants and panties, bending her over the desk and teasing her lips with his head. Bethany bit her lip, hard, as she thought about what that would be like for little Ulysses, standing on top of Samuel’s massive cock while staring up at her enormous sex. And now that her husband’s fantasy had a very real chance of becoming reality, she was starting to see the appeal of the whole thing.
“Oh please, call me Beth.” She replied cutely, walking across the office and standing before the young man on her desk. “Now, I suppose I should take you back to your dorm.” Beth said, her lips curling up into a seemingly playful smile, causing Ulysses to begin coughing and hacking as he contended with a major case of deja-vu.