A Parent-Teacher Conference

Starring Titan-Tittied Teacher Hilda Humper in:
"A Parent-Teacher Conference"
Story written by Chantal Lefleur
Editing done by Victor C. Nathan


Hilda Humper was at the front of her English class, wobbling slightly
as she stood at the blackboard. Things weren't going particularly
well for Hilda lately and she had been taking swigs from her flask
full of vodka more regularly than ever. This was the first time that
she had been drinking in her classroom though and she knew it must be
becoming pretty obvious to her students.

"You okay, Miss Humper?" asked Kenny Long, genuinely concerned. "You
don't look so good."

"I'm fine, Kenny," his teacher answered, hiccupping loudly. "Really,
I am. *hic*"

Hilda staggered towards her desk, so unsteady that one of her male
students rushed to her aid and helped her get safely seated in her
chair.

"You gonna be okay, Miss Humper?" he inquired of her. "You can barely
walk."

"You know what?" Hilda asked, slurring her speech somewhat. "I think
*hic* I'm fucking *hic* drunk. Yep, I think *hic* so. Tee hee hee."

Hilda took another swig and undid the buttons on her blouse.

"Um, Miss Humper," warned one of the female students. "This isn't the
place to get undressed."

"Oh, what the hell," Hilda snapped, taking off her blouse and bra,
baring her mammoth mammaries. "I'm *hic* horny as hell."

"David? Come here, please," Hilda ordered, calling to one of her very
attractive male students. "Come up here *hic* by me for a minute."

"Yes, Miss Humper," he responded, coming to stand by her desk. "Can I
do something for you?"

"You sure can, baby *hic*," Hilda told him, smiling drunkenly,
reaching for the knee pads in her desk drawer. "Why don't you get
that magnificent *hic* pecker of yours out for me and I will give it
a good *hic* suck? As a matter of fact, why don't all you boys just
form a line?"

Hilda got on her knees before David and helped him free his
impressive phallus from the confines of his clothing. Taking hold of
it in one hand, she wrapped her crimson lipsticked mouth around him
and began to suck, teetering somewhat precariously before him as she
did so. This bodacious and buxom teacher was well schooled in the art
of fellatio and it was a fact well known throughout the community she
lived in, much to the chagrin of most wives and girlfriends. The
classroom reverberated with the sounds produced by the suction Hilda
was applying to her student's wee wee.

"Oh, Miss Humper," David moaned, his breathing coming in gasps. "Wow,
but that feels good."

Hilda used her tongue to tickle every inch of his rampant pecker and
insinuated her tongue into his pee hole in such a manner that he
broke out laughing at the sensation it produced.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," the boy called out, clearly enjoying his teacher's
attentions tremendously. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Hilda licked and kissed and sucked the young lad's member until it
became clear that he was not going to be able to hold on any longer.
Keeping up the pressure, Hilda was soon rewarded by his wee wee
exploding inside her mouth, filling it with his boy butter that
overran her orifice and trickled down her chin, splashing onto her
monumental titties.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssss!" David screamed, clutching
Hilda's hair and holding her to him. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Hilda swallowed with gusto, savouring the taste, texture and scent of
his hot, wet jism.

"Oh, that was lovely," she complimented him. "Just lovely. What great
baby pudding you make, David. Mmmmmmmmm."

Hilda extracted his waning erection from her mouth and tenderly
licked his organ clean of all traces of their encounter, then tucked
his rod back into his clothing and closed the zipper. Looking at the
line formed behind David, Hilda licked her lips and then scraped some
stray wee wee juice from her chest and licked her finger clean.

"Okay," Hilda almost bellowed, her speech still slurred. "Next?"

Half an hour later......
"Hello?" said Henry Humper as he picked up the phone in the kitchen
of the home he shared with his mother and older sister.

"Henry, baby?" he heard his mother's wavering voice say. "Mama's had
a wee bit too much to drink, sweetie pie. Do you think you could come
and pick me up at school?"

"Oh, Mama," Henry replied sadly with disappointment in his
voice. "Have you been drinking again?"

"Don't lecture me, baby," his mother responded, dismissing his
concern. "Please just come and drive me home."

"Okay, Mom," the young Humper soberly answered. "Be there in about
fifteen minutes."

After being driven home, Hilda walked in the front door of her
residence and laid her belongings on the table in the foyer before
opening the closet and placing her jacket on a hanger. Still somewhat
inebriated, she dropped it onto the floor and nearly fell herself as
she bent over to pick it up. Finally getting the garment on the
hanger, Hilda closed the closet and started to walk towards the
stairs, grabbing the bundle of mail from the table as she passed it.

"What is all that noise?" Hilda asked her son. "Is Harriet
entertaining again?"

"Yes, Mom," Henry replied, grinning knowingly. "She has that new boy
from school here. Justin, I think his name is Justin."

"Oh, yes. I know Justin," said Hilda, giggling. "I made his first day
at a new school memorable. Very memorable."

Hilda climbed the stairs, still a little shaky, but able to maneuver
without too much trouble. She could hear the springs on Harriet's bed
creaking and groaning and easily recognized the sounds made by people
caught in the throes of passion. Finally at the top of the stairs,
Hilda knocked briefly on Harriet's door and then opened it slightly.

"Can Mama come in, sweetie?" she asked her daughter. "Just for a
little old minute, baby?"

"Well, Mom," Harriet laughed. "Since you're already in, I guess the
answer is yes."

"Hi, Justin," Miss Humper smiled at the young boy, his buttocks
rising and falling between her daughter's legs. "Nice to see you
again."

"Nice to see you again too, Miss Humper," he replied, returning to
the job at hand.

"Harriet," her mother remarked, almost breaking up. "Doesn't Justin
have a lovely big pecker?"

"It is big, isn't it?" responded Harriet, smiling. "But how would you
know, Mama?"

"Oh, Mama," Harriet burst out, the light finally coming on in her
head. "You beat me to him, didn't you? You are incorrigible."

"Hee hee. I guess I am. Here, sweetie," Hilda said, proffering a
letter to her daughter. "You have mail."

"Thanks, Mom," Harriet sweetly spoke in gratitude, beginning to
breath heavily again, yet taking the envelope from her mother. "Oh,
it's from Janice. I've been expecting this. Thanks, Mom."

"No problem, baby," Hilda chuckled, moving to close the door. "I'll
leave you kids alone. Oh, by the way, Harriet, nice pearl necklace."

Hilda's alarm clock rang as it always did at seven AM the next
morning and Hilda reached out sleepily to turn it off. Her head was
pounding and she felt awful, as she usually did after she had
consumed a lot of alcohol.

"Ohhhhh, my head," Hilda groaned to herself. "Why do I do this to
myself?"

Stretching, she threw back the covers and rose from the bed, walking
carefully to the bathroom, trying not to make her headache any worse
than it already was.

Turning on the cold water, Hilda splashed some on her face, not even
wanting to look in the mirror and see her bloodshot eyes reflected
back at her. Reaching into the medicine cabinet, she took down a
bottle of Ibuprofen and took out three tablets, throwing them to the
back of her throat and easing them down with a glass of water.

"Oh, damn," Hilda winced to herself. "I don't want to go to work
today, but I have to. Come on, Hilda, pull yourself together."

Hilda arrived at school in plenty of time to go to the staff lounge
first, so she made her way there and fixed herself a big cup of
strong, black coffee. Sipping at the hot liquid gingerly, Hilda
walked down the hall toward her classroom. The kids were as lively as
usual, but Hilda was in no mood to listen to their silliness.

"Please, class," Hilda uttered sternly. "I have a splitting headache,
and I just can't stand the noise. Do you think you could all keep it
down a bit?"

"Sorry, Miss Humper," they responded en masse. "We'll try to be
quiet."

"Thank you, my babies," she replied with a wan smile. "I knew I could
count on you all."

Hilda finished up the lesson as quickly as she possibly could. She
needed more coffee and she needed it badly, but she had the class
until the bell rang at ten AM and she would earn the ire of other
teachers if she turned them loose too early. Finally the bell
sounded, and Hilda heaved a sigh of relief.

"Please leave quietly," the buxom teacher admonished them. "My head
still hurts."

Her class filed out of the classroom with much less noise than usual.
Miss Humper was very popular with the kids and they all wanted to
please her in return, especially the boys, who knew that Hilda would
suck each of their wee wees for good behavior.

"Oh, I'm so glad I have this period free," she sighed beneath her
breath. "I don't think I could handle another class right now."

Hilda reached into her purse and took out another couple of Ibuprofen
and walked into the hallway to use the water fountain to help her
swallow them.

"Ahhhhh, hopefully those will do the trick," Hilda groaned, rubbing
her forehead. "Now I need more coffee."

As she turned to walk toward the teachers' lounge, the busty educator
was approached by a man that she didn't recognize. He was tall, and
very solidly built, although not fat at all. His face was ruddy, and
his brown hair was liberally sprinkled with gray.

"Are you Miss Humper?" he bellowed, sounding irate and perturbed as
hell. "I want to talk to you."

"Ohhhhhh," groaned Hilda. "Please keep your voice down. I have such a
headache."

"Well, Miss Humper," he said acidly, his mouth a thin line. "I don't
really care. Can we go into your classroom? I don't suppose you will
want the whole student body and faculty to hear what I have to say."

Puzzled, Hilda walked back to her classroom and held the door open
until the angry gentleman was inside, then gently closed the door,
not wanting to jar her head any further.

"Now," she spoke. "No one can hear us now. What is all this about?"

"Miss Humper!" he shouted, causing her to flinch and hold her
head. "I have a son in your class, and he came home last night to
tell us the most amazing story. Now, my wife and I thought he was
fabricating the whole thing at first, but we soon came to realize
that he was telling us the truth and we were, as any parent would be,
horrified."

"What on earth did he say to you?" Hilda asked, beginning to feel
nauseated. "Tell me."

"Well, Miss Humper, it seems you are a disgrace to the teaching
profession," he snapped, his face becoming redder as his pique
increased. "I heard something that made my blood boil. Why, I can
hardly believe it, and I've been around for a long time."

"What?" asked Hilda, peevishly impatient with him by now. "Get to the
point."

"Miss Humper," he said, his voice as cold as steel, pointing an
accusatory finger at her.

"My son said that you were drunk in the classroom yesterday, and that
you stripped to the waist and invited all the boys in the class to
line up while you performed fellatio on every last one of them. Is
this true?"

Hilda stood in stunned silence, unsure of how to proceed. She never
thought that any one of her boys would tell their parents what
sometimes happened in her class. She kept all of their wee wees happy
and she thought they would always consider what went on in her
classroom "their little secret". Immediately, almost by reflex, Hilda
moved closer to the man and reached out her hand, taking hold of his
tie and pulling him to her. Putting her hands on his chest, Hilda
pursed her pouty lips and smiled sweetly, turning on the charm.

"Oh, sweetie," she purred like a sex kitten. "You don't think I would
honestly do anything to harm one of my students, do you? Why, I love
those kids as much as I would if they were my own."

Somewhat flustered, the angry man was unsure of how to react.

"Miss Humper," he said, anger still present in his tone of
voice. "Are you telling me that my son made this up?"

"My, what a broad chest you have," Hilda complimented him, running
her hands all over the front of his freshly ironed shirt. "So big and
strong. Mmmmmmm."

With her neatly manicured hands, Hilda began undoing the buttons on
his button-down Oxford.

"Ohhhhh, you have some nice hair on your chest," Miss Humper
cooed. "I like that on a man. So sexy."

Hilda put her hands inside his open shirt and toyed with his nipples,
making them erect and taut.

"Miss Humper!" he yelled, trying to push her away. "This is highly
inappropriate."

"Oh, inappropriate my ass," Hilda crudely responded, giggling
shamelessly. "Don't you ever let your hair down and have a little
fun? Tee hee hee."

"Miss Humper," he repeated her name again as if it were some strange
mantra. "I am a happily married man with a family."

"Well don't let that spoil all our fun, sugar," Hilda responded,
dismissing monogamy as usual. "Besides, just look at your trousers.
Your lips may be saying no, no, no, but your wee wee is saying yes,
yes, yes. Tee hee hee."

Hilda ran her hands over his massive chest, all the time moving
closer, eventually pushing him up against the chalkboard.

"Mmmmm," the basketball-boobed vixen sighed. "You are so sexy."

Leaning forward, she stuck out her tongue and licked his neck,
enjoying the salty taste of his skin. Nibbling on his ear, Hilda
heard him groan softly.

"This isn't right," he managed to say quietly. "I'm a married man.
Ohhhhhh, that feels so good."

Hilda kissed him sweetly on the lips, then opening his mouth with her
tongue, she probed every nook and cranny of his oral cavity and was
pleased when the tent in his trousers grew noticeably. Moving lower,
Hilda teased his nipples with her tongue, then tugged on them gently
with her teeth, causing him to inhale deeply.

"Oh, my," the formerly disgruntled parent grunted. "What is wrong
with me? This is so wrong. Don't stop."

Hilda dragged her tongue in a downward motion, stopping briefly to
tickle his navel with her tongue.

"Oh, that tickles," he said, exhaling loudly. "Oh, this is so wrong.
My wife will kill me if she ever finds out."

"Want me to stop, sweetie?" Hilda inquired coyly. "I can stop if you
like."

"Oh, shit, no," he told her, somewhat guiltily. "Please don't stop."

Hilda grabbed his belt buckle and unfastened it, then opened the
button at the waist of his navy blue suit pants. Lowering the zipper
on his fly, she pulled his slacks down around his knees, then grabbed
the waistband of his boxers with her teeth and tugged them down until
they were out of the way.

Pulling up her skirt until it was bunched around her waist, her
student's father was amazed, and titillated, to discover that his
son's teacher was not wearing any panties.

"Oh, shit," he groaned with much horniness. "You are killing me. How
can an English teacher be this hot?"

Hilda wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and he used his strong
arms to lift her up by the buttocks and impale her with his massive,
and fully erect, manhood. Turning so that her back was to the
chalkboard, he thrust into her forcefully, causing the wall behind
them to vibrate with every stroke. He slammed into her with such
power that it almost took Hilda's breath away.

"Oh, baby," he managed to breathe, his face buried in Hilda's
hair. "I have never met a woman like you before. You're a hellcat."

"Rrrrrooooowwwrrrrrrr!" growled Hilda, grabbing his buttocks in an
attempt to pull him closer and drive him deeper inside her. "You can
tame my kittycat anytime, baby."

Hilda was thrusting her pelvis toward him, matching him stroke for
stroke as she held on to his neck tightly, afraid of falling and
spoiling the moment.

"Oh, yeah, baby," the tawdry teacher said, her breath becoming
laboured and wild. "Do that again. Oh, fuck, yeah."

He drove her up against the chalkboard, smearing the back of Hilda's
business suit with chalk but she didn't care one bit. She was so lost
in the passion that this stranger had raised within her that she was
barely aware of her surroundings at all. Miss Humper's gigantic
titties bounced and jiggled as he hammered into her, his pace
becoming faster and faster as he tried to push her over the edge.
Hilda's back arched and her head fell backward, forcing her gigantic
bosom into his face.

"Oh, Miss Humper," he hissed sensually. "You have the most amazing
titties. My son told me they were big, but I never imagined.........."

"Come on, sweetie pie," Hilda urged this horny fucker on. "Mama is
nearly there. Fuck me, sweetie. Fucking do it."

The stranger gave her his erect pole in almost a frenzy of thrusts,
punching his big penis into her slick tunnel. The wall behind them
was shaking so hard with the force of their lovemaking that Hilda
almost giggled.

"Oh, yeah, motherfucker! Oh, yes! I'm nearly there!" she screamed,
totally unconcerned as to whether or not they could be overheard in
the hall. "Come on, baby! Send me to heaven on your love muscle!"

A few more thrusts and Hilda was gone, giving herself over to the
powerful orgasmic waves that washed over her as if a tidal force. Her
private parts felt as though they were melting with the heat of the
friction between his shaft and her tunnel, and her heart was
galloping like a racehorse. Hilda could feel his laboured breathing
against her neck, and liked the touch of his hot respiration on her
flesh. A few more thrusts and he too achieved his completion,
groaning loudly as his organ filled her kittycat with his warm, wet
jism.

"Oh, I love the feel of jism inside me," Hilda cooed. "So warm, so
wet. Yummy, yummy."

As soon as he was spent, he leaned forward, his head resting against
Hilda's cartoon chest.

"Oh, god," he wheezed. "I haven't had sex like that since I was in
college. You are a wild woman."

"Tee hee hee," Hilda giggled like a caffeinated valley girl. "I aim
to please."

The gentleman lowered Hilda to the ground gently and she released her
arms from around his neck as he did so. Bending over, she helped him
pull his boxers up, then his pants, doing up the button and fly, then
closing his belt buckle. She closed the buttons on his shirt, then
patted his tie back into place and raised a hand to fix a strand of
his hair that was dangling into his eyes.

"There you go, sweetie," Hilda spoke to him very motherly, smiling
kindly. "You look good enough to eat. Mmmmmmmmmm. We better save that
for next time though. Hee hee."

Hilda grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it down to cover her
nakedness, smoothing it into place with her little hands.

"I hope you won't think badly of me," the teacher talked now in an
endearing whisper. "I don't want you to be angry with me anymore."

"Oh, Miss Humper," he replied, sighing wistfully. "I wish I could be
one of your students. Well, I best be getting home. My wife will
begin to wonder where I am."

"Alright, baby," Hilda responded, sincere in her regret at seeing him
depart. "You just tell her that Miss Humper takes very good care of
your sweet boy. Hee hee. Both of them."

The gentleman kissed Hilda chastely on the forehead, then gave her
hand a friendly pat as he took his leave of her. She in return
reached and lovingly squeezed his wee wee through his expensive suit
pants, the spent wee wee now happily nestled behind the fabric.

"Next time I'll suck that big motherfucker till he gets a case of the
squirtsies and shoots out a big creation milkshake for me to swallow
down. Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, good."

It was after saying this that the teacher sent him on his way.

"No man can resist Hilda Humper," she remarked with pride after he
had left her office and she glanced into the tiny mirror she had
pulled from her purse. "Not a single, solitary one."


THE END