continue the following story, but consider the large size of nivor's penis

The story takes place in a hotel during a school trip, where Nivor, a 16-year-old boy, shares a room with a 44-year-old teacher (who teaches other classes but not his). He regained consciousness around eleven. There was no one around except for him and the boy he gave the joint to, who was blissfully listening to music. He gathered his strength and headed in the direction of the labyrinthine hallway. He didn’t hear much noise except for the sound of his footsteps. Once he found the right door, he turned the wooden doorknob and found himself in front of a scene he never imagined.

Emmanuelle was lying spread-eagle on her bed. Naked. The image of two fingers in between her legs, on her vagina, was something his unconscious mind perceived first. He was so surprised that his heart dropped, causing him to turn white in the face and feel his legs give way. As soon as he heard the noise, the woman immediately turned her gaze towards him: Nivor was standing there, immobile, without moving a muscle. The few seconds this lasted were just enough for him to memorize every detail. He had an excellent photographic memory, and it didn’t deteriorate quickly. Almost immediately after, Nivor closed the door.

Emmanuelle tried to cover her privates with the blanket, but the door closed with a bang, rendering the gesture useless. A tachycardic sensation mixed with panic and anxiety could be read on her face. “I traumatized him” she thought. She had also observed him closely. She noticed how pale he had become. An expression for which terrifying was an understatement. The laws of the State regarding rape and child abuse came to her mind, and they were, of course, dreadfully severe.

She had been masturbating for about ten minutes. She was still a woman, and not feeling the boy coming, the only thing that would have stopped her, she concluded that he was playing or exploring the place. But she was wrong. When she was interrupted, she was already weakly wet with fluids and had directed her hips upwards to make her hands do the best job possible. She tried to imagine for a moment what Nivor might have seen, and there weren’t many ways to interpret it.

As she was Nivor’s instructor, she knew his strengths and weaknesses, but in her role, she was aware of how these things could provoke unpredictable reactions in some people. She didn’t have much choice; she was morally obligated to talk to him, and even if she weren’t, if she didn’t, she would only worsen her situation.

The truth was, of course, very different from everything Emmanuelle assumed. Nivor had returned to the tents behind the garden, and this time he was totally alone, thinking about what he had seen. He was probably a little impressed by those seconds, but nothing that wouldn’t persist with a cup of hot tea. The decision to leave was not so much a flight for him, but since he was still sexually developing, he found it polite to leave her alone to finish what she started.

Because doing such a thing was soon said: for starters, under her clothes, Emmanuelle wasn’t as pale as she appeared, but she had a vibrant reddish color. She knew girls’ privacy very well, but she would never have said that an adult woman’s was so different.

The “thing” he had seen was fleshy and slightly open, with small folds of light pink flesh emerging from the center. There were a few black hairs around the thing that were certainly only a few millimeters long.

He didn’t consider himself a pervert, but he had a certain curiosity given his young age and learned to appreciate what he had seen. One thing was for sure; he wasn’t in shock or anything like that.

After a few minutes, he was joined by Emmanuelle. She had put on a light green pajamas and a pair of pink slippers that looked terrible on her. She had a dead and sad look.

“I finally found you,” she said.

“Hi,” he replied coldly. Silently, he sat down next to him, never making eye contact.

“How are you?”

“I miss Atlanta,” he muttered.

She sighed. “You know, sometimes when you see things from a certain distance, it’s easy to get confused and deceive oneself.”

The boy on her left had an emotionless expression.

“I know what I saw,” he replied coldly and convinced.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

There was no reaction.

“You know, you’ve become a big, giant boy, and much more than 16 years old, you look like 20. You’re even much taller than me,” she hinted at some expressiveness.

“Do you need psychological support?”

Nivor assumed the face of someone who had seen a chicken solve a quadratic equation. “I wonder if you’re making fun of me…” he hissed.

“Or are you simply stupid?”

She didn’t feel like continuing the conversation outside. It was true; there was nobody around, but in their room, she would feel more at ease.

“Do you want to go back to the room, Nivor?”

He nodded.

In the distance between the two rooms, they were close yet still far enough to perceive a total detachment. Who between the two was more scared was quite evident: Nivor sank into his bed while she was the first to enter and close the door.
Emmanuelle considered the discussion closed and went to bed, while Nivor undressed to put on his pajamas. He took off his pants to put on a long, elastic woolen pajama that reached his feet, then he threw himself on his bed like a sack of potatoes.
Emmanuelle and Nivor slept in separate beds and there were about 8 feet between them. The boy stretched and played with his foot under the covers.
“I think it’s time to sleep,” Emmanuelle said, clearly addressing him.
With that, she headed towards the light switch and turned it off. The two found themselves in darkness and the only illumination came from the headlights of cars filtering through the window.
“Goodnight Nivor,” she said.
“Goodnight Miss Emmanuelle.”
There was a silence for a few seconds, but it hinted at an imminent speech.
“I would thank you from the bottom of my heart if you could keep your mouth shut about what just happened. I’d get into big trouble and probably be fired from the ministry. I wouldn’t be able to be an educator anymore,” Emmanuelle said.
Nivor had already closed his eyes and was lying on his side. He answered absent-mindedly.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said. “I’ll behave as if nothing happened.”
The woman remained motionless and even in the dark, she stared at the teenager.
“Thank you, tiger.”
They didn’t say anything else and after a while Nivor lost consciousness.

It had been about two hours. Nivor immediately found himself thrust from the world of dreams to the real one. He had been awaken by a female voice, like a long sighing vowel.
He opened his eyes. There was nothing, everything was dark.
He heard a whisper, said in a very low and gentle voice.
“Are you awake?”
Nivor nodded, although the woman in her bed obviously couldn’t see him.
“Are you doing that thing again?” he asked.
There was a long pause.
“If I told you yes, would it bother you?”
Nivor swallowed, then felt his underwear tighten between his legs.
“No,” he said emotionlessly. “No bother.”
In reality, he was getting excited.
“Good,” said Emmanuelle. Her voice was sweet and affectionate.
“Can you come here for a moment?” she asked him.
Nivor sighed, then slipped out of the covers, pulled his thighs and bare feet out. He leaned against the ground, took two steps that echoed throughout the room and headed towards Emmanuelle’s bed, who had placed herself in the left corner to make room for him.
The boy sighed again. He had predicted, mentally, a long sermon like the ones the woman had already given him.
“Don’t worry tiger, the long and boring speeches are over,” she said.
“I just want you to keep me company, that’s all.”
The woman was under the covers and only her head emerged from there. While Nivor was above, turned sideways towards her, holding his head with his arm.
“I guess,” he said, “you thought I fell asleep, so I wouldn’t have noticed if you touched yourself again.”
Emmanuelle seemed impressed.
“How smart you are,” she whispered with a hint of voice.
Nivor lowered his eyes.
“Forgive me for asking… but… ehm…” he hesitated from embarrassment.
“You’re not…” he hesitated again, “…coming… first?”
Emmanuelle turned the gesture towards the boy next to her.
“How do you know these things about women?” then without waiting for Nivor’s answer, she continued. “No, I didn’t come. I got dressed and rushed to talk to you. I thought you were in shock. I still feel aroused.”
She stopped looking at Nivor’s young face.
“To put it in a way you can understand, I need to finish.”
Nivor felt his penis slowly moving beneath him. He didn’t pay much attention to it, because a few moments later, he saw the blankets shake: Emmanuelle was moving her hands and fingers below her, but Nivor couldn’t see her.
His penis, which was already large for a 16-year-old, had now become a block that protruded noticeably from his pajamas, between his legs, both in length and width. It was something that pointed upwards with great rigidity, to the point of straining the pajamas.
“But what…” was the woman’s expression as soon as she saw it. Even in the dim light, the edges of something large could be seen rising the pajamas. “Did I make you horny?” she would have wanted to ask him. But considering his young age, she used more childish words to say it.
“Did it get hard?” she finally said.
“Well…” he said timidly. “I put together what I think is happening down there to what I saw earlier.”
The woman stared at him. A long, deep look, to the point where Nivor was wondering what the hell she was thinking.
“You don’t need to be reminded that what’s happening must remain between me and you, right?” she said. Nivor nodded.
“Good,” and just as she said these words, the woman pulled her hand out from under the blanket. She grabbed Nivor’s arm and pulled him towards her. The boy, after a perplexed look, began to submit to her maneuvers.
Nivor’s arm was fleshy, with strong bones and a beautiful pinkish color. His fingers were warm and full of life, with perfect boyish nails.
Emmanuelle was pulling Nivor’s hand toward her, and he didn’t seem to oppose or want to resist.
She brought the boy’s hand under the blanket, and he discovered that the woman was completely naked! His hand slipped across her breast, stomach, and even her wrist brushed against the woman’s nipples, which had stiffened. In that moment, the boy understood that an adult woman’s body had a soft, rubbery texture.
She released Nivor’s hand more or less at waist level, and below that was a thick layer of shaved hair.
Nivor had his arm under the covers, in contact with the naked woman.
“Do you like what you’re touching?” the woman asked him.
Nivor replied yes with some effort. His penis, however, was throbbing and began to hurt because it was so hard.
“Me too,” said the woman. “It’s nice to feel someone else’s hand on my body.”
“Put your hand on the same spot where you thought mine was when you opened the door.”
Nivor pushed his arm down further until he reached the woman’s clitoris. He placed his index and middle fingers on top of it, applying very gentle pressure.
“Here,” he said. “It was here.”
“And do you know what that area is called?” asked Emmanuelle.
“I think the scientific name is the vulva.”
“If we want to be encyclopedia-like, sure, but people call it so many other things. Pussy, for example.”
The boy sighed because his underwear was too tight and forced his penis to stay down when it was already hard and pressing against it.
“It seems you like it,” said Emmanuelle, laughing while focusing on the obvious bulge against his pajamas. “You look like a man down there.”
In response, Nivor pushed his hand down even further, putting the tip of his index finger into Emmanuelle’s vagina!
The woman let out a very light moan at that external intrusion.
“Why don’t you lower those pajamas? They seem to be killing you,” she said.
“I haven’t done it so far because it seemed rude to you,” he mumbled. “I didn’t want to do something that would make you uncomfortable.”
“hear him!” she chuckled. “And here I thought you would be disgusted to touch my pussy.”
Nivor swallowed, then with his other arm, the one that was still free, he gripped the waistband of his pajamas between his index finger and thumb and pulled it down.
His penis slowly took over that space that was denied to it before. Emmanuelle saw its shape. It was fairly big for a 16-year-old. About seven inches long with a fairly large head, thick as a fist. Even the rest looked thick and massive, until it appeared from a bush of hair. The balls beneath it looked formed and big enough.
“Do you know you have a really handsome penis?” Emmanuelle said with a laugh.
Nivor nodded. “Yes, I knew. When I shower in the gym locker room, I’m one of the boys who has the biggest one. I’m among the top of the class.”
“Well, don’t get too cocky, but even now you’ve surpassed certain adults.”
Nivor tried to smile, but he was embarrassed.
“Anyway, sweetheart…” the woman said after a while.
“What?” he asked.
“May I touch it?”
“I would like it” he answered
Timidly, Emmanuelle reached out and stroked his penis, which was really hard and smooth, like a single block. Its skin was tight and smooth, with some veins visible through it. Emmanuelle wrapped her hand around it very gently.
“I can’t believe it,” she said.
“It’s so big, my fingers don’t even meet.”
In fact, compared to it and Nivor’s balls, Emmanuelle’s hand was rather small.
Instead, the boy gently stroked Emmanuelle’s lower body, from one thigh to the other, passing through her vagina.
She really had a big ass that stood out on her. Then he returned his fingers to the large lips, which revealed the fact that the woman was quite aroused.
At that point, he began to move his fingertips slowly, in and out.
Emmanuelle, on the other hand, had begun playing with the boy’s balls, through a layer of taut, thick skin.
“mmhh…” she said. “Yes…oh, yes…”
“Sweetheart…” she said breathlessly. “put that finger inside me.”
The boy obeyed and slowly let his finger slide into her vagina. Inside there, it was so warm, closed, and peaceful…he liked it.
On the other hand, Emmanuelle also seemed to appreciate the situation: she masturbated because it had been months since the last time she had been in bed with a man and when Nivor had opened the door, she was imagining a man’s cock moving inside her. Then the thought came to her: “why imagine it when I have one right in my hand?”
“Puppy,” she said very slowly.
“What?”
“You have a really big cock for your age. It looks like a man’s, only younger,” then she paused. “Have you ever had sex with a woman?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“By any chance,” she said, “do you feel like it? I don’t want to force you.”
Nivor couldn’t believe it. Emmanuelle was suggesting to have sexual intercourse with him! It was much more than Nivor had hoped for. That matter had turned out to be a pleasant diversion, but if he played his cards right, he could get some sex out of it.
“Yes,” he said. “I feel like it.”
What Emmanuelle intended to do was masturbate with Nivor’s penis inside of her: her fingers were no longer enough for her.