It was about in the middle of the semester that Ms. Racon came into my office looking for some help with the course. She told me she was already way behind in the reading and that my lectures confused her more than anything. Normally when a student came to me at this point in the course with these problems I encouraged them to drop the course and either take an incomplete or take the failing grade and simply try again.
I'm not entirely sure why I did it, but instead of encouraging Ms. Racon to drop the course I talked to her about some possible alternatives. Now I have worked on alternatives with students before, admittedly they were all female and attractive ones at that, but I wouldn't have classified Ms. Racon as attractive. There was just something about her, a certain innocence that attracted me.
She was a big girl, with large breasts, a big stomach and enormous thighs. Most of the women I'd worked on alternatives with before were thin, almost model like, so this was all very odd to me. Her face, though a bit chubby, was attractive, her skin seemed pristine and she had the most alluring green eyes. Anyway, when I first mentioned the possibility of dropping my course those eyes filled with tears and I figured she was in a perfect mental state to consider my alternatives.
Early on in our conversation, once I realized we'd be considering alternatives, I stepped out of my office for just a moment and grabbed on of my blue pills, swallowing it quickly and then returning to my office. Knowing I had a bit of time before the pills took effect, I took my time, toying a bit with Ms. Racon.
I explained that I could provide private tutoring to help her catch up and pretty much guarantee she would pass the course, but some of the sessions may seem a bit unorthodox to her. I assured her that if she was ever uncomfortable with any of the sessions I could always reach into my desk and complete a drop form for her. She seemed a bit apprehensive, but agreed.
Once I knew she understood what she had to gain and lose in all this I jumped right in. I said, "Ms. Racon, you are a big woman, some might say obese."
"Yes, but I don't know what that has..."
"Ms. Racon, I told you this would be unorthodox. Do I need to stop now," I said to her reaching for my desk drawer.
"No, no, I'm sorry. Yes I am big, I've tried dieting, exercise, I just can't see to lose weight."
"It must be tough dating being this big."
"Dating, ha, I've never been on a date. No guy in my school would even..."
"So you are a virgin?"
"I don't think... " she paused as I reached for the drawer then continued, "yes, I am a virgin."
I stood up and walked over behind her asking, "Has a man ever touched your breast?"
Standing behind her I could see one side of her face as she whispered, "No." I noticed a tear run down her cheek.
"May I touch your breast?"
She mumbled something I didn't understand.
"What was that, I couldn't hear?"
"YES!" She said very loudly, then much quieter she said, "yes, you may touch my breast."
Moving up behind her I slipped my hand down her blouse, working it under her bra. My fingers squeezed into the great mound of flesh as I worked toward her nipple. I could feel her trembling as she began sobbing, but I continued, finding her nipple and gently tweaking it between my fingers.
While I played with her breast, I leaned forward, gently pressing my hard cock against her shoulder. She initially recoiled away, but then relaxed, letting my hardness press against her soft arm. Leaning over, I slipped my other hand down her blouse and worked it to her other breast.
I had been accustomed to much smaller breasts with the other college students, so I was enthralled with the soft enormity of these breasts. By then I just had to see them so I asked, "Will you take off your blouse and bra?"
