Hilda Humper's Delicious 2% Breast Milk

Hilda Humper, A Great Role Model For America's Girls, stars in:
"Hilda Humper's Delicious 2% Breast Milk"
By Victor C. Nathan


"Owwwww," Hilda Humper groaned in pain as she gently massaged one of
her enormous breasts through the deep cup of her extra large bra.

The sassy and bodaciously buxom school teacher grimaced at the
intense soreness that made even touching her boobs uncomfortable. Her
breasts had expanded beyond their usual outlandish girth and to the
sheer size of fucking Goodyear blimps. The amount of milk that they
held was quite a lot and much more than a woman with average-sized
breasts could have withstood. But thanks to Hilda's triple J cup boom
booms, she could hold enough milk in her titties to breastfeed a
whole Boy Scout troupe with cookies. Hilda's bosoms were so
pressurized and tight that they "just plain fucking hurt like a
motherfucker", as she would describe her discomfort blatantly in the
same crass sort of way that her potty mouth usually worded her sundry
pains.

"Oh, Denny. They hurt, baby," Hilda whined like a child with a
skinned knee, her lower lip stuck out in a pout that made her
gorgeous face less like that of a white-hot temptress and more like
that of a pixie-faced endearing child that needed some attention.
Only her language belied this caricature of innocent endearment. "My
fucking boobies aren't supposed to hurt like this. I'm used to these
motherfuckers feeling good as fuck. Ain't this some horseshit? These
fucking milkers look like the blessed fucking Goodyear motherfucking
blimp. I'm a fucking wee wee sucker and fucker, not a fucking cow."

Hilda Humper stood in her tiny living room, her pretty golden blonde
hair hanging nearly to her shoulders as she stood there, irate as
hell. Hilda still looked like a vision of loveliness. She wore only
her favorite green bra and a pair of overly tight blue jeans that
highlighted the glorious swell of her plump, beautiful, lovely,
fantasy-evoking ass. Hilda's boobs jutted out from her, straining
each insufficient cup of her brassiere with their cartoonishly
exaggerated gargantuan size and weight. A moan now escaped her thick
red lips and it was not the moan of pleasure that she normally
exhibited as a man greedily enjoyed and kneaded her assets with his
haplessly insufficient hands. It was a moan of pain, of pure agony,
for her titties were sore and swollen from the excess amount of milk
that each one carried within its balloon-sized globe. They ached
because they were filled with an overabundance of sweet milk than now
swelled them to eye-popping proportions that dwarfed even her usual
titanic mass of titflesh.

"Come on, Hilda," Denny said, smiling and reassuringly patting the
edge of her big left breast. "Just calm down, lovely lady. This pain
won't last long and you will soon have something wonderful to show
for all of your discomfort. They'll feel better when we get that bra
off and get started with what we need to do. This will be a great
opportunity for you and for your financial future. You'll see. It'll
give you some relief in both your big titties in the present, and in
your pocketbook in the future."

Hilda nodded blankly and saw that though he was trying to be all
business, the swell of an erection was rapidly turning the front of
Denny's pants into a tent. She knew perfectly well from experience
that this had always been the standard male reaction to her prominent
and totally popular titanic titties. Miss Humper was just about to
unhook her bra and give of herself for a little capital, for the
money that she hoped this business opportunity would accrue. For
once, actually, for the first time ever, it was not for pleasure.

"Oh, Denny, help me," Hilda whined and cried in her sexy voice that
was now strained and racked with painful sensation. "My boobies hurt
something fucking awful. I can't take this shit anymore. Oh, fuck!"

Hilda was definitely in a bad way at this very instant.

"Help me get my bra off, you fucker!" Hilda demanded in a rare moment
of unabashed simmering frustration and irritated ire. She needed help
taking off her big bra, her pain now almost reaching an
incapacitating level, and he was all too glad to assist her in the
removing of her deep-cupped green encumbrance, this impediment to her
mammary liberation. "Hurry the fuck up!"

The happenings that were about to take place were unusual, yet
hopefully lucrative. Hilda Humper had a local businessman in her home
at the moment, who had been wanting to meet her and her milk-filled
mountains. Mr. Denny Fuckerfaster had recently come up with a wild
idea that had taken a lot of begging and cajoling to get the cynical
Hilda to finally sign on to. It wasn't that Hilda was not a diehard
capitalist and didn't like or want to make money. It was just that
Mr. Fuckerfaster's idea was so seemingly ludricrous, at least on its
face, that it was hard to take seriously. This business conception,
this money-making idea, was simple. Denny would extract the milk
produced by Hilda's fiercely lactating breasts into some sort of
large container. This would take some vigilant milking of her mammie
mounds. He would then send the milk to be treated and carefully
pasteurized for adult consumption, it now being watery and sweet and
needing its flavor to be slightly improved. This would be the easy
part. Denny Fuckerfaster was the president of Denny's Dairy, a
company that produced milk, ice cream and other dairy products for
public purchase and consumption. Each container of Hilda's tittie
milk would be emblazoned with the words, "Hilda Humper's Delicious 2%
Breast Milk." Underneath that, and in smaller letters, it would
read, "Straight from the lush triple J cup mammaries of Miss Hilda
Humper. Enjoy the freshness, flavor, vitamins and nutrition taken
from the lactating orbs of an icon of beautiful American buxom
boobery." Perhaps he would also add a provocative and almost softly
pornographic picture of the busty basketball-boobed Humper adorned in
nothing but a skimpy bikini top, or if the law would allow it,
nothing at all. She could be pictured on the label leaning over, her
mammoth breasts dangling invitingly for each consumer to envision as
he or she drank, her rosy nipples and huge areola being clearly shown
as the source of this delightfully tasty dairy product from Denny's
Dairy. Denny expected it to sell well and could envision young men
lining up to drink anything that came from the famous, and possibly
infamous, Hilda Humper's big bouncy boobs.

"Come on, honey," Denny said sweetly to the peeved and disquieted
tart, lovingly unhooking the constraints that held her two fleshy
mounds and somehow supported them, pushing and keeping her big twin
soldiers carefully in place. "Let's start emptying the reserve,
Hilda. You've got a lot built up in there. I can feel it. Your
titties will feel a lot better when we get it all out of there."

Mr. Fuckerfaster carefully removed her giant boobs, cautiously and
one at a time, bracing and cupping them in his quivering hands,
trying to extract them slowly and attempting to prevent them from
tumbling heavily and painfully from their green cups. This
businessman's shaking hands couldn't begin to contain or come close
to encompassing the mass of Hilda Humper's boobies or ensnare them in
his tenuous grasp. Their massive girth and weight was truly bigger,
heavier and more gloriously bloated than he ever could possibly have
imagined, even in his naughtiest dreams and fantasies, of which Hilda
was always a part. The blonde teacher's bazooms bounded and bobbed
heavily as he released them from his unsteady grip, and they pounded
together, the slapping of skin on skin echoing through the room as
the voluptuous Humper winced at the discomfort and pain of the
present moment. Denny was so turned on at this point that he felt
ravenous in his sexual desire for her, mainly for the tits that she
bore before him. This capitalist was not just securing a business
opportunity. He was enjoying the milk jugs, the milk bottle bazooms
of his "cash cow" as he helped her unleash the big bastards on her
chest. Denny Fuckerfaster thought that his swollen penis was going to
explode right there in his pants as he surveyed her identical J cup
deuces and readied them for the milking that was in store for
her "girls".

"Owwwwwwwwwww!" Hilda screeched in a bloodcurdling cry of anguish and
tortured angst.

"Oh, Kenny, empty me, honey," said Hilda Humper, whining and wailing
and then dropping to her hands and knees, her titanic titties
flopping and dangling, so engorged and swollen that they were nearly
touching the carpeted floor, almost brushing it with their taut
flesh. They swung heavily and almost pendulum-like, slapping into
each other and colliding, one boobie against another boobie. "Hurry!
Fucking hurry, Denny! Come on, you fucking Fuckerfaster! They are
killing me! They are fucking hurting like motherfucking shit! Help
me, damn it!"

"I am, Hilda," Denny spoke in a soft reassuring voice that was a
conjoining of monotony and a measured confidence in his ability to
assuage her strain.

Denny positioned a bucket carefully under each one of Hilda's big
breasts. Her titties were so large and hung so low to the floor that
they were almost entirely in the buckets that he had placed there for
them. Denny felt as if he were back on the farm as a child, getting
ready to milk a cow at the beginning of a morning of chores. He
reached out with his hands and adroitly gripped her fleshy "udders",
getting ready to squeeze her rosy red nipples for the sweet substance
that now filled her mammaries. In this moment, Denny Fuckerfaster was
glad he had gotten into the dairy business like his father. He was
real fucking glad.

"Aaaaaaahhh! Aaaaaaaahh, shit!" Hilda cooed loudly, as Denny grabbed
her large areolas, his hands full of her tittie flesh, tugging and
squeezing.

Her thick red lips opened with a loud squeal as a thick stream of
milk jetted from each boob, making a metallic sound as it spurted
into each of the buckets below.

"That's the way, Hilda!" Denny coached her with a cheer. "Squirt that
milk out of your teats!"

"Again, Kenny, again! Milk me, baby! Milk my big ol' boobies dry!"

She was feeling like a big bloated cow now, as he worked her
squirting teats, drawing the thin sweet milk from them, but the
relief she accrued was heavenly.

"Wow," Denny said, smiling as he worked. "These babies are full."

Denny soon realized how full Hilda Humper's huge hooters really and
truly were as he continued to pump them for all the lactose products
he could extract. Hilda's big mams were fucking gushing now, giving
of the blessed bounty that each swollen orb contained in its
stretched and tight globe of flesh. Milk, sweet and thin, flooded
geyser-like, or much like a busted dam, from her puckered nipples
into the waiting buckets which were now over half full of her excess
reserve. The levels of milk in the buckets rose higher and higher,
the milk accumulating as Miss Humper's boobs lactated, giving all
they had. Hilda's eyes were clenched tightly shut as were her tiny
hands, her fingers clasping forcefully as she gripped Denny's
shoulders while he worked her fucking tits like a pumping unit. This
was, after all, a man who was in the dairy business and very adept at
his job.

"Oh, fuckhappy motherfucking shit!" Hilda groaned, as her eyes opened
wide for a fleeting instant and then rolled back into her head. "That
is feeling pretty fucking good, Denny. Squeeze them harder. Work
those fuckers! Make them spray like motherfucking spigots!"

Denny nodded his concurrence with her quasi-commands and then kneaded
her big tits and roughly handled them as they gave more and more of
their reserve. The businessman by now had an erection that looked
like it would pierce through the front of his dress pants with its
size. Fuckerfaster smiled ever so noticeably, clearly enjoying every
minute of the "work" that he still had left to complete. But he
longed so much to slip his overswelled penis from his pants and into
the lovely woman that knelt practically prostrate before him. He
yearned for Hilda and hoped that sometime during this day he would
get to suck a sweet stream of milk from her titties, enjoying the
sweet reward of his work.

"Perhaps I will," Denny told himself, as he continued to pump her
enormous chest for every drop it contained. "Perhaps I really will."

"Ohhhhhh!" Hilda squealed like a giddy baby, as her hands suddenly
dropped from his shoulders, entirely without one hint or warning, to
the tumescent slab of a hard-on that jutted from his crotch like a
tower of erect male sexuality.

Her tiny hands gently gripped it and began a soft up and down motion
that corresponded to Denny's milking rhythm.

"Oh, my," Denny breathed, totally shocked, but still squeezing her
assets as she squeezed his. "That feels good, baby. Oh, Hilda! That
feels really, really good."

Hilda gave him a look, a deep look that told him that she was
enjoying it too. Her piercing gimlet eyes seemed to promise, "There's
more to come, baby. There is a hell of a lot more to come."

And there was a whole lot more. Just several minutes later the
buckets were full of Hilda's sweet tittie milk. They were ready to
overflow onto the floor. Hilda and her big bouncy breasts were both
clearly exhausted at this point and sweat dripped profusely from both
her brow and her hanging basketball boobs. Denny released her twin
orbs, content that he had enough milk to make quite a few containers
of "Hilda Humper's Delicious 2% Breast Milk". Hilda, however, did not
let go of the erection that she squeezed eagerly through the fabric
of his dress pants. She had a tight vice grip on it and was still
very slowly, but very firmly and effectively, stroking the hard,
rigid fucker. Denny moaned as she sped up, jerking his long and
protracted pole harder with her hand as she gripped it through his
pants. She smiled wickedly at him as she worked on his penis.

"You like momma's handiwork, baby?" Hilda asked, meticulously
unzipping his fly. "Let's get Mr. Wee Wee out of his home so I can
play with him. Then momma can see how big of a naughty waughty boy he
is."

Hilda's exaggerated baby talk was driving Denny and his cock crazy.
He could think of nothing that he would like better than to have this
blimp-breasted woman in his pants and whipping out his penis to play
with like a toy.

"I love it," Denny sighed gratefully, sliding the milk buckets out of
the way and throwing his head back with a placated smile as Hilda
fidgeted with his thick briefs like a curious child, trying to
extract his manhood from them.

It was strange. Hilda had never seen his penis before and had known
him more than five minutes. It was a record wait for her and she was
now more than anxious to get a first look at it.

"Oh, hell, yes," Miss Humper breathed in an anticipatory voice as she
unfastened his pants and pulled them to the floor, getting them out
of her way so she could shuck off his skivvies with no impediments.

She squealed when she saw the enormous underwear encased pole
extending out like a long column.

"Oh my goodness, Denny! How fucking big are you, my pee wee sweet
pea?"

Hilda slowly edged his briefs down until his hard-on sprung smilingly
from its fabric confines.

"Pretty fucking big," Denny said, smiling at the topless strumpet as
she stared at his monstrosity of a long member with gleaming eyes
nearly as big as her titties.

And he was right. Denny Fuckerfaster was a thick ten inches in
length. His shaft was swelled to the size of a fucking sausage. It
was a proud, hard stalk with a thickly enormous mushroom head that
could open a woman's pussy up pretty damn fast. No woman he had been
with had ever seen a cock bigger than his.

"Oh, he's so big and cute," Hilda said in baby talk, her little
finger touching his mushroom tip and tickling it. "And Mr. Wee Wee
has a great big ol' head, don't you, Mr. Wee Wee? Let momma kiss his
big ol' sweet heady weady."

She gave him a soft kiss right at his peehole, her lips glistening
when she pulled away.

"Now let me play with him," Hilda told him, giggling like a
schoolgirl with a toy dollbaby, her heavy breasts bounding with her
overt excitement.

She began to rub and then to squeeze his dick's big spongy head, and
then leaned forward, still gripping him, to lick softly at its shiny
wet tip. Denny Fuckerfaster's shocked heart screamed as the blonde
mane of her hair fell over his groin and Hilda Humper began to
noisily and sloppily lap like an eager puppy dog at the head of his
phallus. Her wet tongue lingered at its pee wee head and then began
to trace a slow path down the lengthy underside of his hard planting
tool, making happy noises as she did. Hilda's mammoth bust heaved and
bounced with her excited, melodramatic breathing, the excitement that
she always experienced during a sexual encounter of great intensity.

"Oh, baby," Denny groaned, as Hilda took what was the first three
inches of his ten inch staff into her thick, wide lips. Wide as they
were, she still strained them to slide and fit him inside of her
mouth. "Oh my goodness...."

Denny's hands reached forward, taking her abundant breasts softly in
his phalanges to fondle as she began to suck at his dick, quietly at
first and then so loud that it sounded as if she were trying to suck
out his innards through his wee wee's head.

"Mmmmmm," Hilda moaned, mouth full of cock as her blonde cranium
began a rapid up and down motion that made Denny scream with ecstasy.

It was less than a minute later that her "weanie wash" brought him to
a thundering climax that made his member vibrate with the expulsion
of his seed.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Denny yelled and yelped at his blasting
ejaculation, greedily yanking the nipples of her bulbous mammaries as
his penis exploded like a powder keg in her mouth.

He was shocked at how hard he came. Again and again, thick bursts of
cum spurted from his length until after a dozen or so, his erupting
member was dormant in her suckling, and still very active, oral
cavity. Hilda's cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk, they were so full
of his thick and sticky load. The voluptuous and whorish beauty
indulgingly swallowed repeatedly until she had drank down every drop
of him. Hilda slipped Denny lovingly from her ruby lips and, like a
mother cat, began to lick his sticky penis immaculately clean.

"Oh, shit," Denny softly whispered, breathing so hard that he could
barely speak. "That was so good, Hilda. Where the fuck did you learn
to suck like that? Shit, girl! That was like nothing I have ever felt
before!"

"I liked drinking from Mr. Wee Wee," Hilda cooed and snickered like a
little girl as she gave his now softening pecker a kiss on its spongy
head that still glistened with drops of his discharge. "He spit so
much baby batter into my mouth, I didn't think I could swallow it
all. It was some tasty and very yummy stuff too. I think I could
drink you by the gallon. Now how about you having a drink from my two
biggest assets, honey?"

"Sounds good," Denny replied, beaming and touching her milk-stained
boobs with his hands that still shook from the force of the blow job
that she had just given his proud swell of a dick. "All that milking
and fellatio has made me pretty damn thirsty."

Denny also began his sucking slow. After all the milking he had given
her big knockers, it took a while for him to extract anything from
them at all. But finally it came, sweet and marvelously tasty to his
thirsty lips. Hilda squealed in joy as he now drank with gusto from
her big parts, his mouth curled around the puckered areola of her
giant left boob.

"Oh, my fucking goodness gracious," Hilda responded in a breathy
vixen voice that made Denny want to suck her titan titties bone
dry. "Motherfucker, that feels so good that my fucking panties are
starting to get wet."

As Denny Fuckerfaster now loudly nursed like a hungry baby at her
massive paps, Hilda Humper unbuttoned her tight blue jeans and began
to ease them down her well-formed frame until she wore nothing but a
tiny pair of silk panties, panties greatly darkened with the savory
juices of her stimulated silken femininity. It was at this point of
their encounter that Denny felt the sagging length of his once
flaccid member begin to swell once again, now revived by the overload
of sexual stimuli it was receiving. His penis began its pleasurably
steady ascent to the ten inch apex it had been moments before when it
was stuck in her hungry and very warm mouth.

"I need it, baby," Hilda Humper said, eyeing his extending cock,
then, practically ripping her bulging tittie from his lips, she
gasped and thrashed her full form in a fit of excitement, and dropped
onto her back on the floor. "Take off my panties, baby, and put that
big bastard in my motherfucking cunny."

Denny's penis was now at its ten inch maximum and he crouched on his
knees over her, ready to pull down her panties and plunge his stick
into the hot, deep tunnel of her wet, self-lubricated pussy. With
anxious horny excitement, Denny slowly gripped her panties with both
hands and eased them down the fleshy legs that were spread open
before him. Denny's dick jumped in anticipation as he deposited them
on the floor and saw the lovely triangle of Miss Humper's blond
thatch, and then the wet glistening beauty of her pink nether lips.
Hilda reached reflexively for his hard manhood and began to stroke
him frantically, wanting him inside her so very much.

"Come on, baby. Come to momma. Bring wee wee to momma," Hilda
ordered, as she touched its spongy swollen head. "Put that big wee
wee of yours in me. We have to get started. I want to try just about
everything I can think of with you. Let's keep it down to seven
times. You look like about a seven fucker to me."

Her angel eyes sparkled at him as she said the taboo word.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Denny gasped out, as he eased the enormous head of
his penis down to the opening of her wet portal and slowly slipped,
slickly and snugly, into the glove-tight sheath of her wonderful
overfucked pussy. "Gosh, you're tight, Hilda."

"Ohhhhh, crime in fucking Italy," Hilda moaned. "Mr. Wee Wee is so
big. Put him in slow so he doesn't hurt my little cunny."

They began a slow rhythm as Denny began to slip his enormous penis in
and out of Hilda's pussy in measured, but deep plunges.

"Seven times?" Denny queried, breathlessly as he humped her. "I don't
know if I have that many in me or if I can hold out that long."

"Sure you can," Hilda replied, smiling as she raised her plump ass up
from the floor to meet each of his thrusts, enjoying the immensity of
her partner's dick. "Because you drank from my titties, and you know
what they say. 'Milk, it does a body good.'"


THE END