Episode II — Chest Nuggets Roasting on an Open Fire
The old man in red was sitting at his desk with his boots up on the desk. The missus would have killed him if she’d seen that but considering that she wasn’t here to see it, he figured it was a safe enough thing to do.
He was puffing away on a pipe as he went over his lists. He was already checking them a second time but the old man did like to be thorough. No sense in making a mistake on something like this.
The office had a rather rustic look to it. It was mostly wood and one whole wall was filled with bookcases. The desk was big and wood but where one might have expected to find a computer in other offices, what sat atop the desk were unfinished toys and more lists and over in the corner was perhaps the old man’s most prized possession, the believers globe. Every light that twinkled from the globe represented a believer. Every year, some of those lights went out but every year, new ones were added. There were so many lights that it lit the office all the time and yet if the old man wanted to, he could look at the globe and he could pick out just a single point of light.
The old man put the list down and he rubbed a spot on his neck. He might have thought he was getting too old for this shit if in fact that was in his nature but the fact was it wasn’t. It was what he did so he went and poured himself another mug of cocoa and he was about to go back to work when something caught his eye.
It was the globe. Where others wouldn’t have noticed it, he did. Something was wrong.
He approached the globe. Something was wrong but what. His practiced eye sifted through the various myriad of lights until finally he found the source of the disturbance.
Carol Connors.
The vast majority of the lights on the believers globe were children but there were a few, a very small few but still a few that belonged to adults. Perhaps it was because they lived in a world where logic said belief was no longer an option or perhaps it was because they had to hide that belief from others that might scorn them but their lights had a different look than those of the children and it was the light of Carol Connors that was flickering now.
The old man focused on the light and he could see her now. She’d been crying and that was a real shame. A girl as pretty as her shouldn’t be crying but what had she been crying about?
He continued to watch and as he knew it would, clarity came with time.
Ah, he could see it now. The girl was in her college dorm room. Her best friends Holly Simpson and Ivy Drake had been teasing her. The two of them weren’t bad girls really and if they’d known just how much they were hurting their friend, the old man was sure they would have stopped.
But they hadn’t stopped.
Holly’s breasts were a full D cup and Ivy’s weren’t far behind hers whereas Carol’s little breasts were so much smaller. “They don’t look like much,” Holly had observed.
“Maybe she’s not done growing them yet,” Ivy had offered.
“The real problem is maybe she is done growing them,” Holly countered. “Maybe that’s as big as they’re ever going to get.”
“That’s too bad,” Ivy had observed. “They look like boy’s breasts.”
The ribbing had continued and Carol had tried to act as if she weren’t offended but the truth was she was. Boy’s breasts. How could her friends have said that to her. That was so terrible. She didn’t have boy’s breasts.
She wished she had bigger breasts.
There it was. The wish. It hadn’t really been directed at him and yet even without her knowing it, he knew that it had been directed at him. The wish constituted a crisis in faith. Carol wanted bigger breasts. She knew life wasn’t fair but she still wanted them. She was a good girl. It wasn’t as if she had to have them but she still wanted them. Why couldn’t she have what she wanted? Why couldn’t she have bigger breasts.
The only thing was the old man couldn’t give her bigger breasts because life just didn’t work that way and yet if he didn’t, he ran the risk of losing an adult who still believed and there were so few of those out there.
But what could he do?
To ask the question was almost to answer it. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he liked the answer. He couldn’t give her bigger breasts but maybe he could give her something else instead.
Without even realizing that someone had been watching her, Carol Connors slowly began to regain her composure. It wasn’t exactly as if her friends had meant to be mean to her but ...
Okay, maybe they had just a little. Holly certainly was proud of her breasts and she did like showing them off and when Holly was like that, Ivy would certainly go along with her but it wasn’t as if they had meant to be mean to her. They were just showing off. That’s all.
Carol blew her nose and dabbed her eyes.
That all might be well and true, the girl told herself, but it still didn’t mean they had to be like that. She might not have had breasts that was as big as her friends were and okay, maybe she didn’t have much at all up top, but that didn’t mean she had boy’s breasts. She was a girl and not a boy and her friends had no right calling her a boy.
She went and looked at herself in the mirror and she couldn’t help but snort in derision. She looked terrible, she told herself, with her eyes all puffy and red. It wouldn’t do to have anyone see her looking like this and her roommates would be coming home soon. In fact, it surprised her that they weren’t here already.
A little while later, the petite teen had to admit that she was looking pretty good. No one would ever know that she’d been crying and that’s when she heard the knock at her door. Who could that be, she wondered.
She opened the door to find a guy standing on her doorstep. “Hey,” he said. “Hey, you’re not Mike.”
Carol shook her head. “No, I’m not.”
“Where’s Mike?”
“I have no idea who Mike is.”
“This is his apartment, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not. It’s my apartment.”
“Oh man. Don’t tell me I got the room wrong.” He looked at the numbers on the door and he seemed assured once more. “Are you sure this isn’t Mike’s place?” he asked.
Carol was more amused than anything. “I’m pretty sure,” she said, “and I still have no idea who Mike is.”
“Damn, I must have fucked something up,” the fellow said. “I was supposed to meet Mike. He was going to sell me ... well never mind what he was to do,” and that’s when the boy seemed to really notice Carol for the first time and Carol couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes dropped down if only for a moment. “Hey,” he said. “You’re kind of cute. I’m Rob, by the way.”
“Hey,” Carol said.
There wasn’t any doubt in Carol’s mind as to what Mike was doing. He was looking down at her breasts before he looked up again. “I, um, I guess maybe it’s not such a bad thing that I got things mixed up because if I hadn’t gotten things mixed up, I wouldn’t have gotten to meet you. Know what I mean?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe you could clarify that for me.”
He was looking down again before he looked up again. “What I meant was you’re kind of cute. What I meant was I wouldn’t mind spending some time with you if you know what I mean.”
He liked her. He really liked her and more than that, he really liked her body. Of course she wasn’t the sort of girl who was going to let a guy have his way with her simply because he liked her but maybe this was something that she actually needed. Maybe this was validation that she needed. Let Holly and Ivy have their stupid, old big boobs. She didn’t have big boobs but that didn’t mean she wasn’t pretty, too. “You know, you’re not bad looking either.”
Wait a minute. Had she really thought that? Rob wasn’t bad looking but if she was going to be fair about it, he was kind of average looking. He was a little bit on the tall side and maybe a little bit too thin but there was something about him, but what was it.
He was looking down again and then he was looking up again. “You know, I like girls like you,” he said.
“Girls like me?” Carol asked breathlessly. God, why was this turning her on like it was.
Rob now stepped into the apartment and Carol couldn’t help but shiver as she felt his hand on her waist. “That’s right,” he said. “Girls like you. Cute girls.”
“You ... you think I’m cute?”
His hand was sliding up her back now as he pulled in closer. “Oh yeah,” he said. “I think you’re very cute but you know what I’d really like to see?”
“What?”
“I’d like to see those cute, little breasts of yours.”
She should have been shocked, she told herself. She should have been repulsed. Why the nerve of him to talk to her that way. She should have kicked his sorry ass out of her apartment only ...
Only there was no denying the fact that all this attention was indeed making her hot.
“Well?”
She knew what Rob wanted. He wanted her to lift up her top. He wanted her to show him her breasts and more than that, she knew what she wanted to so after only a moment of hesitation, she flipped up her top and she showed Rob her breasts.
“Oh my God. Those are so cute.”
She unhooked her bra and she let her bra fall free. She didn’t really need a bra but at least a bra kept her nipples from showing.
“Wow! Can I?”
There was little doubt as to what Rob wanted. He wanted to touch her breasts and in spite of herself, Carol found herself giving her assent.
His hand was sliding up and then his hand covered one of her little breasts. Fuck, it felt as if the heat of his hand was radiating into her breasts.
“I love breasts like these,” he said, “but you know what else I want?”
Carol shook her head.
“I want to do this,” and with that, Rob leaned in and kissed her.
And Carol couldn’t help but kiss him back.
“I guess it’s a good thing I came to the wrong apartment, isn’t it?” he said.
Carol kissed him again. “Who said it’s the wrong apartment but then maybe you’d like to come inside.”
Rob grinned at that. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said. “Don’t mind if I do.”
What the hell was she doing, Carol asked herself as she took Rob by the hand and led him back into the apartment and yet she knew what she was doing as she led him to her bedroom.
They kissed again and then they kissed again and then Rob pulled her top the rest of the way up and over her head and now she was standing there topless in front of this boy that she’d just met. She knew it was wrong or at least she knew she should think it was wrong but then one of Rob’s hands covered one of her petite breasts and there was just something about the way his hand touched her breast that made it nearly impossible to think of anything at all.
They kissed again and Carol knew what she had to do. She unbuckled Rob’s belt and she unbuttoned his jeans and she pushed her hand down inside his jeans.
Oh yes, there it was. She could feel it inside his underwear. Oh fuck, yeah.
“You want to take my pants down?”
“Oh yes,” she gushed, “and the underwear, too, please.”
Oh my God, Carol thought. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d seen a boy’s cock before but as soon as she saw it, she knew there was something different about this one. She knew she just had to feel it. She knew she had to stroke it.
“You like that, huh?” the boy asked as her hand stroked his cock.
“Oh God yeah,” Carol gushed. God, she couldn’t believe how hot she was, how hot this guy was making her. She really shouldn’t be doing this, she told herself but she also knew she didn’t really care. “Do you really like my titties?” she asked again.
“Oh yeah, man. They’re so cute.”
Fuck, she was hot. “Well if you like my titties,” she said, “then maybe you’d like to see the rest of my body.”
“Yeah sure, Babe. Let’s see it.”
Carol took a step back and for a moment, she paused but then she was opening up her jeans and she was pushing her jeans and her panties down and finally, she was just as naked as he was.
“Hey wow, turn around.”
Carol turned as requested.
“That’s a nice ass you’ve got there,” Rob said.
“But I thought you said you liked my titties,” Carol said with a pout.
“Oh, Babe, I do. I really do. I love your itty, bitty titties. They’re so cute.”
That was all Carol needed to hear to reignite the fire inside of her. “I was really hoping you’d say that,” she said. “Can you do me a favor?”
“What’s that, Babe?”
“Can you lie down on the bed for me?”
“Sure thing, Babe. Whatever you want.”
Damn. Carol loved his body and perhaps if she’d thought about it and if she’d been honest with herself, she might have told herself that she couldn’t stop what she was about to do but that would have taken a lot more thinking than she would have wanted to do and besides, this wasn’t a moment for thinking anyway. This was a moment for action so instead, she just straddled Rob’s body and when she reached down, she took a hold of Rob’s cock and she guided him to her pussy.
“Oh yeah, Babe,” the boy moaned as her pussy slid down around his cock. “Oh yeah. That’s good.”
It was that, Carol thought, but there was one more thing she wanted. “You said you liked my titties, right?”
“Yeah, Babe. I love ‘em.”
“They’re not too small?”
“Not for me they’re not.”
That was just what Carol wanted to hear as her pussy went to work on that cock. He liked her titties. That was all she needed to know.
Well that and the way his cock felt as she rocked her tight, little pussy up and down on that cock. That was good, too.
His hands were stroking the tops of her thighs as her pussy continued to stroke him. “Fuck, Babe,” he groaned.
He was going to cum. Carol wasn’t sure just how she knew that but she knew he was going to cum and she knew she wanted it. In fact, she knew she couldn’t wait for it go happen. Just a little bit more. That’s all it would take.
“Fuck, Babe,” he groaned again.
And now she wasn’t waiting anymore. She could feel his cock as it swelled inside her pussy and she could feel each surge of his cock and she couldn’t help herself. That was just so fucking hot that she couldn’t help but join in on the action.
“Fuck,” he groaned as Carol’s tight little pussy got even tighter around his cock. “Oh yeah, fuck!”
Carol couldn’t have put it better, she thought as the both of them continued to cum. Fuck yeah. That was just about fucking right for the way she felt.
“Wow,” the boy groaned.
Yeah, that was about right, too.
“Maybe ... maybe, we could do that again.”
Carol’s pussy couldn’t help but tremble at the thought of that and just that kind of action was enough to make his cock stiffen up inside her. Maybe they could do it again, Carol thought. God knew she was definitely ready to do it again.
It was some time later when Rob finally left Carol’s apartment and it was only then because Carol worried about what her roommates might say if they came home and found a man there. God knew that she was more than willing to have even more fun with Rob’s cock.
That certainly hadn’t been like her, Carol thought the next day as she stood under the shower and she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. It hadn’t been like her but it sure had been fun.
He certainly had liked her breasts, she thought as she moved on to soap up her body and it was only then that she realized the thought of that was making her nipples hard again. She stopped what she was doing to toy with them.
Stop that, she told herself. You’ve got school today.
Reluctantly, Carol stopped what she was doing but at the same time, she had to admit that Rob really did like her breasts and that was really, really hot.
It took her a while to notice it but she finally couldn’t help but notice that she seemed to be getting a lot of looks as she walked across campus and Carol couldn’t help but wonder what the problem was. As far as she knew, she hadn’t done anything wrong so why was everyone looking at her.
Carol didn’t have an answer for that. It was just that it was kind of weird. Weird and at the same time exciting, too. She liked it when guys looked at her.
She filed into the lecture hall for her first class and as was usual for her, she took a seat near the front and now that she was aware that guys were watching her, it was almost as if she could feel them watching her and Carol couldn’t help but wonder if she’d done something wrong.
But then Riley Ferguson came and sat next to her. He was on the football team so if he was willing to sit next to her, the problem couldn’t be with her, she thought.
“Hey,” he said.
“What? Who me?”
“Yeah you. Hey.”
“Hey,” Carol said. This was so weird, Carol told herself. Riley was super popular. All the girls thought he was totally great and here he was not only sitting next to her but talking to her, too. That was weird.
“I haven’t seen you around,” he said.
“I’ve been around,” Carol said.
“Hmm,” he said noncommittally.
He was trying to look like he wasn’t looking too hard but he wanted to see something. Oh my God. Was he ... was he trying to see her breasts, Carol wondered. It sure seemed that way and in spite of herself, she could feel herself getting hot. If Riley Ferguson was trying to see her breasts, that was just so hot.
For the moment though, she didn’t have time to think about it any further because the professor had entered the room. “All right, class, settle down. And now to continue with where we were last week ...”
Carol usually considered herself a pretty good student but that morning, she was having trouble concentrating. From time to time, she’d peek over at Riley. He wasn’t a very good note taker but more than once, she’d caught him looking at her and one time, he even winked at her. God, that was hot.
So if she was a bit distracted by having a hunky guy sit next to her, maybe it was totally understandable and it wasn’t like she wasn’t listening to what the professor had to say but it was probably true to say that she wasn’t listening as intently as she might have been before.
The class finally came to an end and Carol was shoving her notebook back into her book bag when Riley talked to her. “Hey,” he said. “I was wondering if maybe you and I could hang out after class.”
“You want to hang out with me?”
“Well yeah.”
Carol might have said yes except that the professor chose to speak to her at just that moment. “Ms. Connors, I’d like to see you in my office after class.”
Riley shrugged. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around then, ‘kay?” and with that, he went off on his own way.
James Wilson didn’t say one word to Carol as she followed him back to his office leaving Carol to wonder what was wrong. “Close the door behind you,” the professor said as he took a seat behind his desk.
Carol did as she was told to do and she was about to take a seat when the professor shook his head. “Come here,” he said.
“What?”
“I said come here.”
Carol hesitated for a moment but then she came around the professor’s desk as he swiveled to face her.
“You must think you’re real hot shit with them itty bitty titties of yours and you know what? You’re right. You are hot stuff.”
What was he saying to her, Carol wondered. More importantly, why was he saying it to her? This was crazy.
No, what was really crazy was that James Wilson was in his fifties and starting to lose his hair and Carol could see chalk smudges on his fingers and his coat jacket and yet there he was staring at her breasts and she could feel herself getting hotter. That was crazy.
“Lift your top up,” the professor was saying.
This was crazy, Carol told herself and yet there she was lifting up her top for her professor.
“And the bra. Take that off, too.”
Okay, maybe it was crazy, but there she was taking off her bra, too, and now there she was with her little titties on display.
“Humph, I knew it. I always said you were hot.”
“You did?”
“Hell yeah. With titties like those, of course.”
Carol found it hard to breathe. He liked her titties. That was all she needed to know.
“Why don’t you take those jeans off now.”
Carol hesitated for a moment before she opened her jeans and pushed them down her legs. Now she was standing there in just her panties. What the hell was the matter with her?
He was looking at her panties now. “I think you know what needs to come next,” he said.
Carol did. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this but there she was sliding her panties down her legs.
“You’re shaved down there. Very nice. It fits you.”
“It does?”
“It sure does. Itty bitty titties and an itty bitty pussy. Tell me. Is your pussy nice and tight down there. I’ll bet it is.”
“I don’t know,” Carol said.
“Well if you don’t know, I suppose there’s only one real way to find out for sure.”
“There is?” Carol knew she sounded naive but she just couldn’t help herself. She knew what her professor was suggesting to her and in spite of herself, it was turning her on.
“There is but first we need to get my pants off and your going to do it. I want you to kneel down between my legs.”
“Okay,” Carol said and she did what was requested of her.
“Next, I want you to run your hands over the front of my pants and I want you to tell me what you feel there.”
Again, Carol did what she was told to do. She could feel her professor inside his pants and even if it wasn’t the right thing to do, it was making her hot. “I can feel your cock,” she said.
“Is it big?”
Carol quickly understood what her professor wanted her to say. “Oh yes,” she said even as she continued to stroke that ridge inside his pants. “It’s so big, Professor.”
“That’s all for you,” he told you. “That’s all for you and your itty, bitty titties. Your little titties made it big that way. Unzip my pants and take it out.”
It wasn’t long before Carol had her professor’s cock in her hand.
“Tell me again. Is it big?”
“Oh yes,” Carol gushed. “Your cock is so big.”
“Good. You can kiss it then.”
The way he said that, it was almost as if he expected her to want to kiss it. That wasn’t really her style and yet now that she was there with his cock in her hand, hmm, now that she was there ... he really was big and maybe, just maybe, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give his cock a little kiss so she pressed her lips against the big, purple head and she gave it a kiss.
One kiss led to another and then to another and another and she wasn’t just kissing his cock. She was licking it too and then ...
Carol couldn’t believe it but she was sliding her mouth down over her professor’s shaft and there wasn’t any doubt about it but she was definitely liking it.
Her professor ran his hands through her hair as she continued to pleasure him. “Look at you,” he purred. “Look at you. That’s what your itty bitty titties have done to me. You’ve made my dick so hard. Look at you.”
Carol had the feeling that she couldn’t have stopped sucking that cock even if she’d wanted to.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. You’re going to make me cum, aren’t you?”
Carol kept sucking and sucking even as her professor continued to stroke her hair.
“Oh yeah,” her professor groaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Oh yeah. You’re definitely going to make me cum. In fact ...”
Fuck, he was doing it. He was cumming in her mouth.
“Rub it against your little titties. I want to feel my cock against your titties.”
What?! What was he asking her to do and yet there she was rubbing his still cummy cock against first one and then the other of her titties, touching the head of his cock against each of her nipples and in doing so, it was as if that cock was fanning her heat all over again.
“Oh my. Now would you look at that. Would you look at what you’ve done to me.”
Carol didn’t really have to look because she could already feel it in her hand. Having just cum in her mouth, her professor’s cock had started to lose some of its stiffness but having now been touched against her titties, there was no doubt that he was getting hard again.
“I think we’re going to have to do something about that, don’t you?”
Carol nodded eagerly even as she knew that more than just her mouth would be what was required of her this time around.
“I think you need to help me out of my pants, my dear.”
Again, Carol nodded and now she was undoing his belt and when her professor lifted himself up just high enough, she slid first his pants out from underneath him and then his underwear, too.
Carol couldn’t help but gush at the sight of him. Sure, she’d sucked him before but now she was finally seeing his cock in all its naked glory.
Even as he took his shirt off, she took off his shoes and she slid his pants and his underwear down and now finally, he was just as naked as she was.
“Stroke it,” he told her.
Carol was more than happy to do exactly that.
“Touch it against your titties.”
Carol eagerly did as she was told to do and each time she pressed that cock against one of her tiny titties, she felt the flame inside her flare even brighter.
“I think it’s time we got that itty, bitty pussy of yours fucked, don’t you?”
Carol couldn’t help but agree with that. Her pussy was just like her tits. Small and hot and in need of cock. That was what her pussy was.
“Why don’t you come up here and sit on my lap.”
Carol did as she was told, crawling up onto her professor’s body and then straddling him as she took her place over his lap.
“I think you know what’s there between your legs. Why don’t you show me where you want that to go.”
Carol reached down and she took hold of her professor’s cock and then she was leading him to her tight, little pussy.
“There you go. That’s a good girl.”
Carol couldn’t help but agree as she felt the man’s cock in her pussy.
“I just knew a girl as small as you would have a nice, tight pussy.”
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to be as small as she was after all.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”
Carol wanted him, to. She wanted him to cum so bad.
“I want to cum on your little titties.”
Oh yeah, she wanted him to. She’d actually wanted him to cum in her pussy. She’d been totally fine with that but as soon as he’d said he wanted to cum on her little titties, she’d known that that was what she’d wanted, too.
“Get off of me. Get off of me and kneel down before me.”
Carol knelt in front of him just like he’d wanted her to.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucking cute. Push those little titties together for me.”
Her breasts really weren’t big enough for something like that but Carol pushed her little titties from the sides toward the middle creating just the barest hint of cleavage between her breasts.
“Oh my God. Would you look at you,” her professor said as he jacked off his cock. “You are so hot.”
Carol felt hot. She felt like she was on fire.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”
She wanted him to. Oh geez. She wanted it so bad.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned.
As much as she expected him to, that first volley still caught her by surprise even as her professor’s cock shot it’s load onto her tits.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again.
Oh man, was he ever cumming. He must have really liked her tits because he was totally cumming on her and Carol couldn’t help but feel how super good it felt to have someone cum on her tits. The only thing she wished was that someone would have made her cum, too.
In the next instant though, it hit her. She was cumming with as much intensity as she’d ever cum before. It was as if just having someone cum on her titties was enough to make her cum, too.
No, that wasn’t exactly right, she realized. It wasn’t “as if” that. It was exactly that. Her titties were on fire and that meant she was on fire, too.
Her professor’s cock was finally starting to lose some of its intensity but that didn’t mean she was any less hot than she had been before. God, she needed to get fucked. She needed it so bad.
“You need to get out of here,” her professor told her sheepishly.
What?! He couldn’t be serious. She was so hot. She needed to get fucked. She needed it so bad.
But there was her professor pushing a box of Kleenexes at her. “Go on,” he told her. “Go on and get yourself cleaned up and get out of here.”
So there Carol was grabbing a handful of tissues and wiping at the cum on her chest. She could make the cum go away but the fire still remained.
“You need to get out of here,” her professor said, “and remember, what happened here, this is just between us. Okay?”
Carol nodded.
“Okay then, go.”
Carol was still breathing heavily as she stood in the hallway outside her professor’s office. She still wasn’t sure just exactly had happened or why it had happened but one thing was for sure. Her friends could tease her all they want but boys liked her itty, bitty titties and that was all she needed to know.
A long ways away, the old man was in his office when something caught his attention from the believers globe and once again, his eyes sought out and found the thing that had caught his attention.
It was Carol Connors again only this time there wasn’t a crisis of faith. He couldn’t give her bigger breasts but he’d given her something better. Every time someone noticed her breasts, it would make her hot and if that heat got her hotter still, then so be it but the important thing was the crisis had been averted and now it was time to get back to work. He still had those darned lists to check