"Wee Wee Camp: A Humping They Did Go"

Starring well-hung Henry Humper and jumbo-jugged June Humper in a new
amorous adventure involving the parts that matter most.
"Wee Wee Camp: A Humping They Did Go"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur


"Oh, Henry," sighed June Humper, trying to stuff her oversized bosom
balloons back into her bra as she held onto the steering wheel with
the other, easing the car into the gravel parking space behind the
cabin that she and Ward had bought as a vacation property at Lake
Bonaventure a few years ago. "You are still Grandma's big tittie
baby, aren't you, sweetie?"

Bringing the car to a stop, she quickly pulled the two sides of her
blouse together, fastening the buttons as she applied the parking
brake. "Alright, you get the bags, Henry, and I'll get the picnic
lunch I packed. We can put the bags in the cabin and then head down
to the lake for our lunch. Would that be fun?"

Henry did as he was instructed, and the two of them were soon making
their way down the heavily wooded path that led to the lake.

"This is going to be one fucking crazyass weekend," Henry remarked,
walking purposefully slower than his grandmother, who wore a man's
button up shirt that was tied below her mountain tits in a knot, a la
Daisy Duke, and a pair of jeans that were cut off and dubbed "Daisy
Dukes." The short shorts squeezed June's plump fanny, her ghetto
booty that looked like it had been poured into them. Henry couldn't
help but get a little excited as he studied the insanely voluptuous
tittie matriarch, his 60-year-old grandma, June Humper from behind as
she strode femininely, swishing her oversized ass from side to side.
After walking for about five minutes, they exited out of the forest
into bright sunshine that was reflected brightly in the calm,
shimmering surface of the nearly placid lake.

"Oh, just breathe that fresh air, Henry," June sighed, her huge
hooters bobbling and bouncing as she inhaled deeply and then exhaled,
purposefully forceful in order to make her boobs heave saucily
forward. "Isn't the view just spectacular?"

"Oh, it sure is," Henry responded, his eyes never leaving his
grandmother's rather large, round ass and trying to get a good look
at the gorgeous set of knockers that were not currently facing
him. "That caboose of yours is certainly a site for sore eyes."

"Tee hee hee, Henry," June laughed girlishly, handling her
luxuriously large watermelons naughtily. "I meant the lake, silly."

"There's a lake?" Henry laughed, finally raising his eyes from
where they rested on her big bottom and the edges of her naughty
chest humps, and taking in the beauty and serenity of the large, blue
lake that stretched out for miles from the sandy beach they were
quickly approaching.

"Fuck that nature shit," Henry chuckled, feeling a twinge dart
through his semi-hard-on inside his shorts as he took several steps
closer to the busty full-figured vixen that he just happened to be
related to, but finding quickly that his hungry wee wee didn't
discriminate where top-heavy titties and bountiful bottoms were
concerned. "Everything on you is natural too, you ghetto-bootied,
globe-boobied Granny. And I find it much more interesting than the
Natural Geographic nature slide shit. This is motherfucking wee wee
camp; not the Boy Scouts."

"Oh, Henry," June tittered, her back still partially towards him,
titties peeking around her sides and moving, though still partially
trapped by her shirt, while her barely covered plump and perfectly
round ass was swishing back and forth seductively due to her
effective movements at her narrow waist.

"This looks like a good spot to spread out our blanket, Henry," June
announced, pointing to the base of a large weeping willow tree only a
few yards from where they stood as she fiddled with the restricting
shirt that covered her delicious orbs. "The tree will give us enough
shade so that we won't get too hot, or get sunburns. Wow, that water
just looks so inviting."

Reaching up to unbutton the shirt, she pulled it off of her
shoulders, exposing a bikini top that strained to contain her mammoth
mammary mounds, which not only filled the skimpy material but bulged
over the top of it and out the sides, her erect nipples poking
seductively through the thin fabric. As June shucked off her shorts,
Henry's wee wee quickly jumped to attention at the sight of his
curvy and reubenesque grandmother in a thong that left very little to
the imagination.

"Beat you to the lake, Henry," the hot old boob-laden broad
challenged him, shaking her hot stuff.

June smiled inwardly at her grandson's eagerness for her to entertain
his private parts. Henry Humper was always in need of a tug or a
clench, or some other activity that would bring relief to his always
hungry wee wee.

"Henry, sweetie?" June asked him, her own excitement rising slightly
as her two fleshy girls rattled up and down under her itsy bitsy teen
weeny bikini. "Could you set this big old picnic hamper over there
for Grandma? It's pretty heavy."

"Sure thing, you big-tittied wench," Henry retorted playfully, his
ardor increasing with every glance at his grandmother's overstuffed
bikini top. "Hand it to me, could you?"

Releasing her hold on it, June passed it over to Henry, then turned
in the direction of the lake and began to run. "Last one to the lake,
can kiss my double wide ass!" his naughty grandmother shouted over
her shoulder, running as fast as her legs would carry her, Henry, who
had dropped the picnic hamper, now in hot pursuit.

June ran as fast as she knew how, her hair blowing in the wind, her
huge bazooms, barely restrained by her tiny bikini top, were flailing
about wildly, pitching and rolling like a small boat in a North
Atlantic storm. Her round, but firm bottom waggled from side to side
in such a provocative manner that Henry's already slightly erect
pecker grew to its full twelve inches, causing a noticeable bulge in
the front of the swimming trunks he was wearing.

"Oh no you don't, you big-tittied bitch!" the well-hung Henry shouted
out, laughing as June's heavily hanging hooters almost knocked her in
the face as she ran unsteadily along the uneven sand.

"Come on, Henry!" June coaxed, laughing nearly as hard as Henry was,
managing to keep a distance between them, her titan tits flopping and
beating her face as they both headed for the water's edge. "You run
like a girl, Henry! Tee hee hee."

"I'll catch you yet, you hot big-hootered granny!" Henry yelled out,
astonished at how berserk June's big ol' bobbling milkwagons were as
they bobbed one by one and popped out of her tiny little itty bitty
bikini top that only seemed to serve to cover her big spacious
areolas that were pink, puckered and oh so suckable. "Ha ha ha! And
when I do, you are going to get down on your knees and suck my wee
wee till your mouth goes dry! I don't care how much I want to kiss
your wide load ass! Ha ha ha! I'm gonna catch you, Granny!"

"The hell you are!" June Humper giggled like a scampering schoolgirl
as she tossed her superfluous bikini top aside, giving up and freeing
her clapping and slapping knockers, the twin cheeks of her very wide
fanny wiggling and jiggling back and forth and up and down, plump and
beautiful and ready for kisses. "Come on, you slow fucker! You can't
catch me, you slow wee weed fucker! And I'm carrying fifty fucking
pounds around on my motherfucking chest like two fucking sacks of
potatoes, though I've never seen you attack a spud quite like you
glommed on to my old honkers on the drive to get here! I
woooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnn! I beat your ass, Henry!"

"Son of a fucking bitch!" Henry cursed as his gargantuan grandmother,
though 60, though carrying the weight of her whoppers like a colossus
upon her tiny frame, arrived at the edge of the lake as he rushed to
catch up, feeling horny even as he ran and needing her still bounding
gifts as they began to cease their busy jouncing as they settled back
heavily upon her chest, their nipples beginning to sweat just a
little bit as a drop of perspiration ran dreamily down the surface of
her smooth K cup flesh.

Conceding that June was right and he had a promise to live up to,
Henry got down on his knees behind his grandmother, her pleasingly
plump buttcheeks close to his face. Puckering up, he leaned forward
and pressed his lips firmly against the soft, supple and warm flesh
of her ass and gave her a resounding smack that echoed along the
empty beach.

"Oh, Henry, how about my other cheek? You can't neglect the other
side of my big ol' ass," June moaned naughtily, her skimpily thong-
clad ass wagging enticingly before him, her big breasts hanging
beneath her frame like two giant udders on a cow.

Reaching around her, Henry took one of her huge fleshy pillows in
each of his hands, although not able to hold onto all of her, even
with hands as large as his. Giving them a rough squeeze, he puckered
up once more and gave another huge smacker to June's exposed right
buttock cheek.

"Oh, Henry, that feels divine," June sighed, feeling her grandson's
warm breath against her skin and his hands on her jouncing jumbo
juggies, kneading them, squeezing the soft but still firm flesh and
pulling down on them as though he were a farm hand milking Bossy the
bovine. "Give Nana a few more smooches, sweetie, please?"

"Nah," snapped Henry, cruelly letting go and pulling away from her
fanny and releasing his vice grip on her aging udders. "I fulfilled
my part of the bargain."

"Henry Herman Humper!" June said sharply, in a very annoyed tone of
voice, smacking him lightly on the shoulder, causing her left whopper
to quiver once again. "All of these times that I've played with your
pecker and now you're saying `no' to me?"

"That's right, Mrs. Humper," Henry retorted sarcastically, standing
and wantonly fondling each of her jutting juggers in turn, yanking
their nipples, and then slapping her hard upon her cushiony soft, but
very firm ass. "But it's different with my big fucking cock. This
fucker needs to come and it needs to come a lot. I'm hungry in my
wee wee and I got a set of balls that are full of a lot of sticky
baby batter. Your old ass is not in need of kisses, but my fucking
pee pee pole needs to squirt, bitch. You know that shit. Plus, think
of some of the fun my hard-on has given you, Granny. Tickle, tickle,
tickle."

"You smartass little fuck!" June said with a chuckle, leaning towards
her grandson, tits first as the tips of her tawdry trollopy twin
puppies grazed against his body, feeling sharp. "Oh, Henry. You used
to be such a sweet, giving boy, and now
you're.......you're.......well.......a selfish MAN! Ugh, is your big
fucker all you ever think about? I mean, what about me?"

"I'm just joking, Nana," said Henry, giving his grandmother a playful
whack on the ass and then honking both of her hulking hooters before
turning towards the water and wading in.

"Holy shit, this water is cold," Henry gasped, quickly diving below
the surface to get wet all at once, rather than by degrees as his
amorous and stacked grandma slowly moved to the water. "Come on, Mrs.
Humper! Don't be a fucking chicken! I mean, you could use those
titties like fucking water wings and float around the fucking lake!
Ha ha!"

Not to be outdone by her young grandson, June stepped into the lake,
cringing as the cold water reduced the temperature of her feet and
lower legs by several degrees, so cold that it made her nipples and
areola pucker and harden, despite the fact that she and Henry were
not in contact with each other physically.

"Watch out for shrinkage, Henry! Tee hee hee! Shrinkage can be a
bitch! That big fucker could turn into a turtle and go into its
shell, baby!" June warned, the nipples on her giant sacks of tittie
looking like prunes by this point, the water feeling almost
excruciatingly chilly to her full-fleshed body, her boobies and her
fine old fanny.

"Come here, Granny!" Henry called to his busty grandparent, his eyes
locked on the two expansive bulges on her beautiful six-decade-old
body. "I want to suck your titties again, like I did in the car! I've
never sucked those honkers of yours in the water, unless of course
you count the time you gave me a bath and scrubbed my wee wee all
clean with bubble bath! I wanna suck those fuckers again! Bring those
wrinkly nips here! I'd rather kiss them than your big wide ass
anyway! Ha ha!"

"Sorry, Henry, no can do," replied June, much to Henry's chagrin as
she hauled her semi-nude full-figured voluptuous form out of the icy
water, her tank-sized titties happily leading the way. "I don't know
about you, but I'm fucking cold and I'm hungry on top of it. You can
suck your Nana's big fucking titties later if you want, Henry, but
I'm getting out of the water and starting the picnic. I'm about
fucking hungry enough to gnaw off an arm, tee hee."

Somewhat reluctantly, Henry agreed and the two of them walked arm in
arm up the beach and back to where they had earlier spread their
picnic blanket. June, still wearing only a thong, aroused Henry's
libido as her every step made her enormously fleshy funbags sway
hither and fro, and her broad hips and ass sashayed lasciviously,
certainly sufficient to drive any red-blooded American boy wild with
longing. Finally reaching the tree where their blanket was spread
out, June grabbed a towel and handed it to Henry to dry himself off.

"Let me check something, Henry," the jiggly-jugged June said, shoving
her saucily sauntering set against his body, flattening her flesh,
her heavy headlights against his bare stomach and then grabbing the
elastic band of his swim trunks and pulling forward until she had a
clear view down the front of his shorts. "Well, would you look at
that! Oh, Henry, there's no shrinkage at all! Now that is some
fucking impressive fucking shit! Look at Mr. Wee Wee! He is still as
fucking long as he always is when he's not fully aroused, though
he is so seldom unaroused that I forget what his softened state looks
like! My goodness, your big strong soldier is so beautifully big! And
people actually fucking wonder why I like to play with your fucking
Mr. Wee Wee so fucking often! Shame on them for not fucking
understanding!"

"Granny, sometimes it seems like you're almost obsessed with my big
fucker," Henry laughed, grinning widely, actually looking at her eyes
instead of her breasts for the first time that day. "I mean, you
tugged him twice before we even had breakfast this morning, and then
you let me stick him between your breasts while we were getting ready
to leave. I mean, he's never had this much fucking attention even at
home, and I thought my Mom was obsessed. She can't hold a
motherfucking candle to you, Big Tits."

"Oh, baby," June crooned, slipping her hand down inside Henry's
shorts, oblivious to the fact that she was still standing there, her
mountains protruding, her body mostly naked and dripping wet. "He is
an adorable big fucker, tee hee. I just can't seem to keep my hands
off of him. It's almost like he calls to me, you know?"

June slid her hand easily between Henry's taut abdomen and the fabric
of his shorts, finally reaching out and touching the object of her
search.

"Ohhhhhhh, now I've got you, poopsie," June cooed huskily and
seductively, forcing her big boobs still harder against his stomach
as she gave her grandson intense eye contact, her little hand closing
firmly around his oversized shaft, feeling the slightly veiny surface
of the massive member that she loved so much. "Oooooooo, baby, you're
getting so fucking big and hard and wonderfully long and thick.
Sweetie, I love your wee wee so much, I just can't leave it alone. I
just want to rub it and suck on it and hump it and all that good
shit."

"Ohhhh, Granny, I don't want you to leave it alone. Ohhhhhhhhhh, I
want you to make it feel good, Granny. Ohhhhh, wee wee's hungry,
Granny. Ohhhhh, wee wee needs to squirt so bad, I'll bet you can
taste it. Ha ha ha. I do love you, Mrs. Humper, you naughty married
huge-honkered broad. And your big tits too."

Henry pulled back from June slightly, then leaning forward, pushed
his face into the huge canyon that separated her twin assets.

"Oh, Grandma Big Tits," Henry Humper sighed, pushing his face against
her two twin boobies. "I could suffocate in here and die a happy man."

As Henry buried his face within her cleavage, June stroked his wee
wee until it was standing at its full twelve inch length and
approximate four inch girth.

"Ohhhhhh, that feels so good to my wee wee!" Henry cried out, his
breath tickly against his grandmother's skin, a tickle that she felt
intensely throughout her body, and especially in the very depth of
her pussy.

The naughty and extremely stacked as shit grandparent shook her
shoulders, laughing as her twin titans softly boxed her grandson's
ears. June gratuitously stroked his still expanding cock feverishly
now, needing to satiate his penile hunger in order that they could
then turn their attention to the picnic lunch she had prepared.

"Granny, just pull my fucking shorts off!" Henry half screamed, half
screeched, his voice muffled mainly because his moving lips were
mashed into the insanely deep epicenter of June's crazy cleavage,
her wafting knockers nearly wrapped around his head as she lovingly
pulled, stroked and stimulated his now fiercely erect penis until the
sensations derived from her loving stimulation began to violently
tickle inside of his rock hard stalk. "Oh, Granny, I fucking need, I
fucking need, I fucking need, I fucking need! Oh, fuck, do I ever
fucking need! Wee wee fucking needs!"

"I know you do, sweet cock," June told him, still shaking her
shoulders and smacking his ears with her juggers as she grabbed the
band of his swim trunks with both hands, releasing his weanie for the
merest moment, and then forcing his shorts down his legs and off onto
the ground. "Now we've got your fucker free!"

Juggly-jugged June Humper was by this point both hungry for lunch and
hungry for Henry's wee wee at the same time.

"I guess I'm not going to get to eat if we don't take care of your
needy wee wee, Henry," June chuckled, her stomach rumbling, having
not had any sustenance since breakfast earlier in the day, but never
stopping her smacking of Henry's ears with her pliable puppies.

Finally pulling away from Henry, his face suddenly popping out from
between her glorious golden globes, June dropped to her knees and
opened her mouth, using her tongue to lap languorously at the shiny
red knob of his rigid staff.

"Ohhh, Granny, that feels so heavenly to my big fucker! Oh, fellate
the fuck out of me, Nana!" Henry screamed loudly, reaching down to
tweak her nipples and roll them around between the thumb and
forefingers of each of his hands, savoring her ample assets as his
wee wee throbbed. "Suck it, Granny! Fucking suck it!"

June did as she was urged, opening her ruby red mouth and taking in
the head of his penis, sucking hungrily on it while using her tongue
to tease and torment him as she brushed her two hilly hovering humps
of honking hooter against his bare legs.

"Oh, suck the fuck out of my motherfucking wee wee! Give me a big
fucking sloppy fucking wee wee fucking wash! Oh, Granny, I want you
to fucking suck the shit out of me!"

"Mmmphhhhh! Mmmmppphhhhh!" June grunted through her extremely
obstructed mouth, her thick DSLs stretched wide around the girth of
Henry's hard dick, her liberated whopping whompers, her wobbling
hooters jiggling and juggling up and down as her bleached blonde head
slid to and fro upon the length of his stalk, her saliva coating
every inch of his massive manhood.

Henry grunted with the intensity of the inflicted pleasure that felt
so good it hurt, jamming his whopping weanie in and out of June's
willing and giving face as he squeezed her honkers so forcefully that
he was sure that he had to be hurting his grandmother's orbular
assets, roughly fondling and pawing her abundant pounds of flesh as
she sucked his pee wee so loudly now that he was quite happy that the
area around the lake was deserted at the moment. His hands were on
her huge, hefty hilltops, roaming their expanse freely with the
occasional attention paid to her oversensitive nipples. It was enough
to drive June nearly wild and spur her dick-sucking on, despite that
fact that her feelings of physical hunger for the meal they were
delaying with their sexual frolic were growing more intense by the
minute. Anxious for Henry to finish up, she pulled out all the tricks
in her proverbial oral bag, using her teeth to softly scrape the
length of his shaft, pulling away from him to pay special attention
to the ultra sensitive spot on the underside of his phallus just
below the head. June poked it with the very tip of her tongue, then
used the full force of her skillful tongue on it until Henry was
bucking, thrusting forward and back, into and out of her mouth,
grunting heavily as he did so, his breath coming in gasps as her milk-
makers squashed flatly against his legs, nubile titflesh oozing
beautifully in all directions. Her stomach growling audibly now and
her whopping set of bosoms tired from the altruistic mauling, June
pulled out all the stops and stuck the end of her tongue into
Henry's urethral orifice, something that Henry's sister, Harriet had
once dubbed "a wiggler", driving him past the point of no return.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry squealed like a tittie baby, feeling the hot
sticky semen easing up through the tube of his trouser snake,
spilling forth from the end of his wee wee warrior head in staccato
bursts, jetting into his grandmother's oral cavity and flowing down
her throat.

Suddenly, pulling her head backwards and away from his wee wee, June
giggled and pointed the head of Henry's firehose-nozzled pecker at
her huge flesh balloons, squealing with childlike delight as the
warm, slightly sticky substance sprayed all over their white expanse,
covering them, drops of baby batter clinging to her nipples for a
second before running down her torso.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry grunted, semen jumping in long ropes from the
massive apple-sized head of his extremely engorged wee wee, pumping
from his urethra and spitting again and again onto the naked and
gloriously bouncing bowling ball bazooms of Grandma June, who giggled
and tittered, shifting her shoulders only slightly to set her big
boobies bounding and jiggling and wiggling and hopping like
hyperactive kangaroos, their outlandlish heaviness giving them
momentum as shot after shot of wee wee juice doused her heated hood
ornaments, raining onto them with horny glee as Henry's endless
explosion literally drenched her K cuppered weighty old honkers that,
despite their age, Henry still loved to hump on lazy afternoons.

"Hee hee hee, Henry! Oh, spit that sticky shit all over my granny
globes! Hee hee, Mr. Wee Wee! Oooooooo, baby, I can't fucking believe
how much you had built up! No wonder that soldier of yours was
driving you so crazy! I can't keep assuming that making you come four
or five times before we leave the house will make your wee wee go
down! I haven't seen this many fucking hard-ons and ejaculations
since the old guy next door went on a Viagra binge and fucked me all
weekend when Ward was out of town!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! I've never squirted so much jizz in my
entire fucking life, or at least since last night when we had a
slumber party, Grandma! That shit is spitting out of my big fucking
pee wee head like a motherfucking fire extinguisher! Ha ha! Your
boobies are drenched!"

"Oh, gosh, Henry," June laughed shamelessly, looking down to see that
she was indeed drenched with ropes of semen strung between her big
tittie pillows, some of it forming a dainty pearl necklace around her
throat and the rest lying in small pools on her thighs, having
dripped there from her naked torso. "It's a good thing that I
prepared for this eventuality, tee hee, and brought a container of
baby wet wipes. You shot way too much of the sticky shit on me for me
to lick it all off. That would take all fucking day. Here, wipe your
wee wee off, sweetums. I'm starving and need to get my other appetite
sated."

Tossing Henry a handful of the wet wipes, June pulled out some for
her own use and dabbed at her glistening skin, wiping up her throat
first before working her way down to her still shaking boobies,
cleaning meticulously. Putting the wipes away at last, she noticed
that there was still a small amount of ejaculate clinging
precariously to her left nipple, so without missing a beat, she
scooped it up with her right forefinger, bringing it to her mouth and
licking at it with her tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmm, not bad," Granny June murmured, winking at her grandbaby
and then tweaking the flesh of her exposed woman wiggle. "It doesn't
even need any salt."

"Your wee wee juice is very yummy, Henry," June Humper told her well-
hung grandson with a naughty grin as she pinched her left nipple,
pulling outward on the skin of the finally unbouncing bazoom, dabbing
at its stretchy beauty and lush skin that probably weighed close to
25 pounds alone and was capable of knocking someone cold with its
tonnage. "I may get another sample of it later, if your balls top up
a little after lunch. How would you like that? Need I ask, you horse-
cocked fucker? Clean your wee wee off, Henry, so we can have lunch.
Tee hee. Though I'm not as fucking hungry as I was. Gosh, I love the
young cocks, and I don't give a shit who they're attached to. Mmmmmm,
so yummy, Henry."

"Glad you liked it, Nana," Henry smiled back at her, sneaking a peek
at her puckered mams yet again, gaping at her newly clean titties as
he wiped his leaking urethra clean. "Cause there's plenty fucking
more where that shit came from, believe me."

"Well, I don't know about you, Henry," said June, wiping her hands
and dabbing at the corners of her sticky mouth with the wet wipe
before turning her attention to the picnic hamper that they had
brought with them to the lake, trying to avoid setting her titties a-
tumbling again so that Henry would finally sit down and eat his
lunch. "But I am really looking forward to this lunch I packed. What
would you like, sweetie? I have hot dogs, ham, cheese, bread,
pickles, some of my famous chocolate chip cookies.....oh, and I have
some lemonade and a thermos of cold milk. I was thinking that I might
have a hot dog, but now I'm not sure. I think I may have had enough
weiner for one morning, tee hee."

"Holy fucking shit!" replied Henry, as he finished wiping off his
penis and tossed the used wipe into the trash bag. "It looks like you
brought enough food to feed a fucking army, Grandma."

"Oh, Henry," sighed June, her mammoth mammaries shaking salaciously
as she leaned over the hamper once more. "I figured we might be
working up quite an appetite, tee hee, so I made sure to bring lots."

"I've got a real big appetite, and it's not just for sandwiches and
shit either," Henry laughed knowingly, drying himself off a little,
but never bothering to put his shorts back on as he sat down, now
totally naked, still gazing admirably at his grandma's nearly naked
body that still looked extremely beautiful despite its sixty years
and many decades of fucking, of giving her beachball juggers to
countless wee wees to fuck and her overdone pussy to countless men
who had greedily boned her horny slot ferociously. "I think I'll
have a.....uhhh......sandwich."

"Henry, you don't need to put your wee wee in my cleavage right now,
baby. I'm hungry for some food, sweetums. Oh, you meant a sandwich as
in two pieces of bread. Tee hee. My mind is always in the gutter,
which is really a pretty fun place to be."

"What's it going to be, baby?" June asked again, digging out all the
food and condiments from the hamper, as well as a couple of paper
plates and some cutlery, her matriarch knocks slapping fleshily
together as she moved. "What do you want?"

"Gee, it all looks so good, Nana," responded Henry, looking at his
grandmother's still shapely figure and feeling his wee wee quiver
slightly at the thought of being between her gigantic globes again,
like his cock had been earlier in the day. "Oh, you mean food? Sorry,
Grandma, I got sidetracked again. Shit, I just can't keep my eyes off
those big fucking titties of yours. I don't know which fucking
appetite to satisfy first."

"Oh, baby," June cooed, sneaking a surreptitious peek at the
magnificent specimen that rested, only slightly tumescent, against
his left thigh. "Eat now, play later, tee hee. Waiting for later can
be so haaaarrrrddddd though, Henry. It's so cute to see that thing
between your legs getting a sneaky erection and growing on grandma.
But after lunch, it's going to be visiting a very special place. Of
course, it will be a revisit. Tee hee. But we've got to get your
tummy full before you can get your wee wee emptied again."

"Okay, okay, Granny," Henry agreed at last, sparing another look at
the watermelons she carried that were not a part of the lunch she had
packed, at least not in the general understanding of a meal, their
glory making his prick erect yet again and causing it to rigidly
stand from between his legs, its big head hungrier even than the
bigger one he was preparing to feed. June sat right beside the hamper
of food, her jutting shelf of a bustline almost in the way.

"Henry, dear," June said seriously, still removing things from the
hamper and placing them on the blanket in their respective containers
as her bust still swiveled upon her weighed down chest area. "What is
it going to be, sweetie? Tell me what you want to eat. And I mean
food, Henry!"

"Okay, okay," Henry muttered, thinking his libido needed feeding more
than his hunger, but realizing that he wasn't going to get any more
wee wee camp thrills, meaning titties and ass, until after the two of
them had eaten. "I guess I'll go for a ham and cheese sandwich, but
where can I make it? I saw an ant or two on the blanket, and I don't
want any extra protein in my fucking sandwich."

"Hmmmm," thought June, wishing she had brought some sort of cutting
board on which to prepare the meal. "I've got it! How would it be if
I laid back on the blanket and you made the sandwich on my big
motherfucking boobies?"

"That's a great idea, Granny!" Henry exclaimed, beaming widely at the
tittie queen of the Humper family, his penis straight and solidified
between his legs as he almost burnt holes into his Nana's swaying and
nippled sweat glands with his eyes. "I mean, you are the most useful
when you are on your back, you big-tittied goddess. With your big ol'
honkers up in the air like two fucking mountainous snow caps."

"You got that fucking right. Gee, Henry, and it looks like Mr. Wean
is kind of partial to the idea too. Fuck a fucking duck, I don't
know how you stay hard so often. Grab some bread and cold cuts and
cheese and I'll lie down on the other side of the blanket where we can
have some room. You never thought you'd use your granny's old hooters
for a fucking picnic table, did ya, Henry?"

"I just love this shit," laughed Henry, grabbing the foods he needed
and some condiments to set atop her medicine balls of flesh. "I can't
wait to write my first letter home from camp. Mom will think this is
fucking hilarious!"

Once June was in the required position, tits pointed to the blue sky,
Henry grabbed two slices of whole wheat bread, placing one on each of
June's heavenly heaving bosoms, then topped one with several slices
of ham, the other with a few thin slices of Swiss cheese.

"Doesn't that ham look great, Henry?" June opined, laughing girlishly
and watching the two slices of bread jiggle precariously on their
nippled perches as she shifted her weight to cause her two "tables"
to swing back and forth. "There's nothing like a good thick slab of
meat, I always say, tee hee."

"Hold fucking still!" Henry ordered, reaching out to stop half of the
sandwich from bouncing right off by pressing a firm hand down onto
each of her towers of tittie. "If this shit falls onto the blanket,
it'll be wasted."

"Fucking motherfucking fuckers in fucking wee wee fucking camp, your
fucking titties are fucking big! Okay, there it is. A nice delicious
sandwich. Holy fucking shit!" Henry cried out in ebullient admiration
of the two twin hills, the Humper duo, the two mountains jutting up
from the body of this busty blonde goddess of oversexed
splendor. "Now all I have to do is bring the two sides of it
together. Oh, fuck, I get to squeeze your fucking bosom buddies,
Nana!"

"Yes, baby, you sure do. You think you could throw another 'fuck' in
there? I fucking figure you probably fucking could. Now, King Cock,
put that fucking sandwich together. Use your ol' Granny like a 50
pound-puppied picnic table, good fucker! I mean, I think your wee wee
looks ready. That motherfucker looks hard enough to swing from."

Placing his hands on either side of June's prodigious chest charms,
Henry pushed them together, slapping them forcefully enough to join
the bread with the ham on it to the slice of bread upon which rested
the cheese.

"Holy fucking shit, that motherfucking rocks!" Henry laughed,
smacking her bazooms hard together until the loud `clap' echoed
across the lake. "I wish Mom would let me make my sandwiches this way
at home. Do you think she'd let me if I asked her nice, Grandma? I
think I'll tell her what fucking fun I had. She hardly ever says `no'
to me if I ask her nicely, especially if it has something to do with
my big fucker or her big suckers. Speaking of suckers, it looks like
I got a little bit of mustard on your left nipple, Nana."

Leaning forward, Henry opened his mouth, capturing June's pert, pink
nipple with it and drawing it into his mouth, sucking hungrily,
ostensibly to remove the offending mustard, but the knowing glance
that passed between the two of them spoke of something more.

"Mmmmmppphhhhhh!" Henry muffled, stretching his mouth open as wide as
he could to take in as much of the skin of her left milker as he
possibly could, feeling a tiny drop of pre-cum dribble from his
stimulated pee wee and onto June's leg, so excited was he by her
prodigious puppies.

He often wondered why none of June's children, the ones she had
breastfed, had stretch marks around their mouths. Her flesh mounds
were wondrous wonders of nature, more vast, with more gravitas, girth
and gargantuaness than any set Henry had ever sucked or fucked. He
had simply forgotten about his sandwich for the moment and had made a
feast out of his grandma June's bra-breakers instead, feeling
grateful when he felt a warm hand close around the mushroom crown of
his cock, almost in a comforting fashion.

"Your big weiner makes me fucking hungrier than ever," June moaned,
letting go of Henry's male appendage reluctantly and beginning to
attempt to pull her raucous rack out of his reach, her growling
stomach taking precedence over the hunger in her pussy for once.

"That's enough fucking nursing, you big tittie baby," June told
Henry, enjoying the sensation inside her boob, but wanting to get
this meal underway at last. "Eat your sandwich, and Granny will pour
you a nice glass of milk to go with it, okay, sweetums?"

Henry eased his head back, releasing his grandmother's puckered pink
nipple and areola with an audible popping noise, turning his
attention finally to the sandwich he had just prepared.

"I think I'm going to have a hot dog, Henry," June informed him,
reaching past her overbearing set and into the hamper for a weiner
she had boiled previously, and a bun to wrap around it.

Henry devoured his sandwich like a starving man, anxious to rush
through the superfluous meal in order to reach the main course of
some huge fucking titties and most likely a good session of humping
when his wee wee visited what June called "the special place."

"Mmmmmmm, this is some good shit, Grandma," Henry complimented her as
he looked at her chest trophies yet again and softly ran a finger
down the underside of his pulsating stalk, wanting every inch of her
titties, every pound of her flesh, every ounce of her feminine glands
to enjoy, feeling by now a needful tickle deep within his crudely
naked and erect sex organ.

June devoured her weiner, some more mustard dripping past her jugs
and onto her trim stomach and then down inside her thong bikini
shorts.

"I'll get that!" Henry burst out, reaching down to her swimsuit area
anxiously, ignoring her awesomely stacked upper body, now hoping to
cop a feel of her more intimate parts.

"Oh no you won't, Henry Herman Humper!" June exclaimed, slapping
Henry's hand away from her most private of body parts. "I want to get
my meal eaten and if I let you stick your hand down there, only God
knows how long we'll be. I was hoping to take a bit of a nap this
afternoon, so you just keep your boobie-loving, nub-grabbing hands
off of me until we have finished eating, okay?"

"Okay, Nana," Henry sighed, sadly, feeling rebuked and rejected, but
still wanting her bouncing boobies and her nubby wubby. "I was only
trying to help."

"Stop sulking and eat your sandwich," June laughed, shaking her head
for emphasis, as her big bosom buddies shook accordingly, a sight
that caused Henry's rigid pecker to leap up hopefully in his lap,
standing tall at such an angle that it could almost be classified as
a north pointer.

"Eat your fucking sandwich, you silly boobie boy," Henry's
grandmother ordered, rubbing one of her pert areolas only to torment
Henry even more, watching as a spasm leaped through his cock and
balls. "Tee hee hee. Eat now, play later, biiiiiiggggg fucker."

"You mean......?" Henry inquired hopefully, not even having to voice
his desires for her body, even parts that did not include her oh so
bosomy udder-like teatsies, her boobie charms.

"I guess we'll see, sweetums," June replied, winking knowingly at her
favorite boy as she only faintly wobbled her bobbling whoppers at
him. "Special, special, special. Mmmmhmmm."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, shit, Granny. Am I dreaming? I must be fucking
dreaming. How could one wee wee ever be so fortunate? And my wee wee
sure is hungry too. It's starving. I love you, Nana."

"I love you too, my big-dicked, big boobie-loving tittie boy," June
said, smiling warmly, almost platonically at her daughter's youngest
child. "Have a few of these chocolate chip cookies that I baked for
you, then we'll pack up and go back to the cabin for a bit of a nap.
I'm pretty fucking tired, what with all the excitement of your visit
and all."

"I love your cookies, Nana," Henry told her earnestly, needing and
wanting her body at this moment and the overendowed cans it
contained. "Remember the effect that they have on my pecker? Nap, my
ass. I'll use my magic wand to pin that oversized jumbo-cheeked ass
of yours to the fucking mattress, sweetheart."

"Oh, Henry, you are such a dear sweet boy, you really are. Now finish
up and then we'll pack all of this shit up and head back. Did you
have enough to eat? Here's a little more milk, and I want you to
finish every drop. With all the fucking body fluids you're excreting,
I don't want to risk you getting all dehydrated."

"Mmmmmm, good!" Henry yelled joyously, gulping down the milk with
almost as much enthusiasm as he normally had when he sucked his
grandma's tits, his member hungrier than ever for fuck. "Well, let's
pack up and head back to the cabin for a `nappie.' I sure am
fucking `tired', Granny."

"Yeah, I'm sure you are, Henry," June chuckled under her breath,
wobbling her set of teats at him once again for emphasis. "You want
another glass of milk or have you drank enough to keep your love gun
a-firing? Tee hee. Those cookies make your fuckstick stay permanently
erect. It's like rigor mortis sets in, but you're fucking still
alive. Tee hee."

"Hurry up and get that fucking basket packed up, bitch," Henry
snapped with a laugh as he slapped his bosomy blonde bombshell granny
on the fanny with an open-handed slap that resounded. "I hear the
cabin calling me."

Ten minutes later, June unlocked the cabin door and held it open so
that Henry could pass through it first, since he was carrying both
the blanket and the picnic hamper and had no free hand to spare.

"Gosh, I'm tired," sighed June, running her hand through her blonde
mane and wiping some perspiration from her brow and then from each of
her mammary glands with a paper towel. "I'm going to take that nap,
Henry. Do you want to join me?"

Walking to the bedroom, which was to the left of the living room in
which they stood, Henry once more let his eyes lower to his
grandmother's bountiful buttocks, which swished from side to side so
seductively that Henry's penis responded as it always did at such a
sight, stretching out to its full twelve inches and a very
respectable girth. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, June sighed
again, and lay back against the antique quilt that covered the bed,
her happy honker duo pointing towards the ceiling.

"Do you want to be on the top or the bottom, Henry?" his grandly
gazonaged granny asked him, slipping casually out of the only article
of clothing she was wearing, the bottom half of her thong bikini.

"What do you mean? Top or bottom? There aren't any bunk beds. This is
a double bed," Henry replied slowly, studying the nude 60-year-old
who was now without any clothing, her boobies rising up like two
sacrosanct sacks that embodied bliss for Henry and his wee wee.

"Exactly, Henry," June Humper cooed seductively, massaging each of
her knockers in turn until Henry was almost whimpering as he gripped
his whopping weanie that was stretched into a monstrously enormous
hard-on, pointing straight out in front of his own naked body.

"Oh, shit, yes, Big Tits! My wee wee's hungry for fuck! Oh, fuck,
it's ravenous right now!"

"Oh, I can tell, big fucker! Things being as they are, all I can say
is `ALL ABOARD!'"

"Holy fucking shit! Wee wee wants to go to the `special place', Jumbo
Jugs! Special, special!"

Fifteen minutes later........

"Oh, Jumbo Jugs!" cried Henry, his buttocks rising and falling
between his naughty and voluptuous grandmother's splayed thighs,
plumbing her depths, her legs raised and apart, resting on his
shoulders, her feet pointing towards the log ceiling, her tawdry set
of titties smacking into each other as they flopped. "Oh, it feels so
good inside you!"

"Chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga!" June squealed, her childlike
laughter echoing through the sparsely furnished cabin as Henry fed
the tittie goddess his wee wee. "Drive that train into the tunnel,
baby! Chugga chugga! Whooo whooo!"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, slowing just a bit but still bucking at
the waist, thrusting his wee wee between June's legs, sliding his
steel-hard penis in and out from between her fleshy thighs, her buxom
breasts bounding with every plunge his wee wee made. "Ohhhhhh, shit,
it feels good! Uh! Uh! Oh, I love to hump! A-humpa, humpa, humpa,
humpa! Ha ha!"

"A-fucka, fucka, fucka! Tee hee hee! Ohhhhhh, shit, Henry! Work it,
big boy!" June screeched, moving her own waist up and down to meet
his skillful thrusts, her titties pitching violently in the midst of
the chaos of their mattress activities. "Hump your favorite Humper!
Hump that Humper! Hump that Humper, you crazy fucker!"

"You are definitely my favorite Humper to hump! Uh! Uh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Actually, I think you are the only one! Wee wee camp fucking kicks
ass!"

"I'm going to kick your ever loving ass if you don't keep humping!
Don't you fucking dare slow down! Hump me hard with your wee wee,
Henry!" cried June, her breasts flailing wildly, pitching back and
forth violently on her chest, occasionally pinned between their two
melding bodies, flattened against Henry's masculine chest like the
cartilage between two bones. "A humping we will go, a humping we will
go, high ho the derry oh, a humping we will go!"

"You sure are one naughty big-tittied whore, Grandma," Henry
whispered in her ear as he continued to thrust into June's warm, wet
and very special place, both hands clasping her boobsie twins for
some leverage and support as he drove his organ purposefully into her
experienced honeypot. "I mean, holy fucking shit. You could cure
anybody of fucking cabin fever."


THE END

"When Hilda Showers, Wee Wee Towers"

Starring Hilda and Henry Humper in a naughty snippet of Humper family
life entitled:
"When Hilda Showers, Wee Wee Towers"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


Henry Humper slammed the front door of the Humper house noisily,
making the windows rattle and vibrate.

"Hey, Mom, I'm home!" he bellowed, really at no one in particular,
slamming his books down on the front hall table before bounding up
the stairs two at a time.

Just as Henry reached the front of his sister Harriet's room, the
door opened and a very disheveled Hilda Humper appeared, hastily
pulling one of Harriet's insufficient t-shirts down over her
mountainous mammaries, which were wickedly bouncing and bobbing
wildly as she tried to calm and slow her ragged and uncontrolled
breathing.

"Why, Henry," Hilda said coyly, in a breathy whisper, placing one of
her dainty hands on each of her bounding and unhoused buxom breasts
to try to keep them from bouncing and jiggling so out of control in
their unfettered freedom. "I wasn't expecting you home this soon. I
was just in Harriet's room helping her to entertain Chuck."

"Heh heh," Henry chuckled all too knowingly, his eyes dropping to
where his mother's braless wonders still jarred noticeably back and
forth and up, down and around under the tiny t-shirt that Hilda could
barely pull down over the truly legendary set of hulking honeydew
honkers she owned, their nipples still jutting sharply against the
thin white fabric.

"Yeah, I'll bet you were doing some entertaining. I guess you and
Harriet had Chuck over for a tea party and strumpets, right? Or maybe
you were playing gin rummy for fun? Nah, I'm guessing that the three
of you were stuffing envelopes to mail out for charitable donations.
Entertaining, my ass. Ha ha ha! That's a pretty witty choice of
words, mother dearest."

"Ha ha! You think you're so funny, Henry Humper," Hilda replied with
a pseudo-harumph, grabbing the bottom of the tiny t-shirt and pulling
it up to dab away the perspiration that had gathered on her forehead
and in the huge Grand Canyon chasm between her gargantuan girly
globes that had yet to wholly cease their energized naughty
undulating. "We were just having a bit of fun."

"You humped him, didn't you?" Henry asked pointedly and frankly,
raising the tail of his own shirt to wipe a string of semen from his
mother's throat, passing over the obvious orbs that stuck out like
two flesh-covered camel humps as they pitched, their skin raucously
rippling with kinetic motion. "You and Harriet have been humping
Chuck, haven't you?"

"Tee hee, of course we did," Hilda replied, shaking her boobies
provocatively in Henry's direction, giggling when she saw a slight
stirring in the front of his Levi's and the look of tittie longing in
his eyes that, despite his best efforts, he couldn't hide from his
tittie momma.

"Lucky bastard!" Henry muttered under his breath, feeling a bit left
out of things, only imagining how much fun Chuck Dicker had derived
from his mother's bra-snapping bobbers and their puckered nipples on
this particular late weekday afternoon. He had just received a nice
blow job from his chesty girlfriend on the way home from school, but
that was then and this was now.

"Ohhhh, Henry, that is so cute," the sensationally stacked mother of
two, who now had a top on much too deficient and insufficient to
completely house the breathtakingly behemoth boobies that extended
down, so mammoth that they hung nearly to her navel, tittered
teasingly to her boy, amused at his jealousy and flattered by the awe
with which he still regarded the insane boom booms that he had
breastfed from for his first sixteen years. "It sounds like somebody
is feeling a little neglected or dejected or something, sweetie baby.
Just because I spent a couple hours rubbing, sucking, boobclenching
and humping Chuckie's wee wee with Harriet today, doesn't mean you
have to feel lousy and left out, precious. It's okay, honey. It'll be
okay. Holy shit, I'm sweating like a bitch, my knockers especially!
Fuck a duck! The sweat is pouring off these big bouncing boobies!"

"It sure looks as though you worked up quite a lather, Mom," Henry
laughed, his gaze still arrested by the little nipple hard-ons
pushing their way through the thin fabric of his sister's t-shirt and
the girth of the glands whose undersides he could spy peeking pertly
from the bottom of the little top. "Here, use my handkerchief and dry
yourself off a bit. Wipe those big fuckers off."

"Tee hee hee, I really did work up a pretty good sweat," Hilda
chortled, her laughter causing her large, fleshy funbags to wobble
inside the flimsy fabric like a couple of young puppies roughhousing
under a blanket. "You should see Chuck. We really wore his big fucker
out! Not too many men can handle two Humper women at once, I'll
fucking tell ya that! Especially when the two Humper bitches aren't
wearing any bras and their titties are free! It can get fucking
dangerous with four of these milkers jumping around near somebody's
wee wee!"

Hilda took the handkerchief that Henry had offered her, using it to
dab precisely at the perspiration trickling in riverlets in the vast
valley between her two largest and most voluminous assets.

"Fucking flailing funbags in fucking Humperland!" Henry cursed,
gaping like a drooling idiot at the two bowling ball-sized bombs of
boobie barely pinned underneath his mother's tiny top, almost wanting
to unzip his pants to relieve some of the pressure put on the fabric,
but restraining his impulse and trying not to appear overly needy
where her knockers were concerned. "Yeah, I'll bet you wore the poor
fucker out, considering you've got two fucking Goodyear blimps shoved
under a top that could barely hold the tits of a member of the 'Itty
Bittie Tittie Committee'! You got two boob blimps under that fucker
looking like they are about to start whimpering out loud if they
don't get out! Our school has only one member on that 'Tittie
Committee', by the way. Shit, Mom! You've sweated completely through
the entire fucking t-shirt! I mean, it's transparent! Not that I'm
complaining!"

"Oh, Henry," Hilda laughed girlishly, her chest charms bobbing up and
down like apples in a barrel at a Halloween celebration, and like the
apples, they were best retrieved with one's open mouth. "I know you'd
never complain about seeing Mommy's big boobies, tee hee. In fact,
sometimes I think you almost feel like they're your own little, or in
this case, big, private amusement park. Oh my goodness, I do feel
sweaty. I think I'm going to go and take a shower, Henry. Would you
like that?"

"Holy shit, yeah, I'd like that!" Henry whooped, remembering many
wonderful occasions when he'd watched his stacked as shit mother
shower through a hole he'd cut in the wall between his bedroom and
the main upstairs bathroom.

He had spent many a pleasant hour there, stroking his erect pecker as
his mother showered with the curtain open, moving her toppling twin
titties just a little more than usual, aware that she was providing
her oversexed, overendowed boy with some cherished boyhood memories.
Henry had spent much time watching the naked titanic tittie goddess
lather her lithe and voluptuous body with soap, bubbly suds of Dove
covering the surfaces of her great masses, her camel humps of hooter,
pinching the nipples of the great hills upon her chest and washing
them clean.

"Well, Henry, I'm going to go get undressed in, guess where, the
upstairs bathroom right next door to your little room with a view.
You can sit down at your little peephole and watch Mommy get all that
nasty icky sweat off of her great biiiiiiiiigggggg fucking boobies
and her big round J-Lo ass too, sweetums. In a few minutes I'm going
to be in my birthday suit, Henry. How does that hit ya, big boy? Does
that perk ya up, weiner boy?"

"Did I say Goodyear blimps? Ohhhhhhhh, yeah, bitch! I'm going up to
my room and getting out of my clothes right now! I'm gonna get
fucking naked for this! I'll see ya!"

"Oh, you'll be seeing all of me, Henry."

"Then quit talking and get in there, you big-tittied bitch!" Henry
ordered her, his voice betraying his horniness as he reached out and
gave his mother a resounding open-handed smack on her big, round,
firm ass. "Talk, talk, talk! That's all women ever do! Right now I
need you in the shower and my hand on my wee wee, so get a move on,
you big-breasted boobie wench!"

"Oh, Henry, I just love it when you're so sweet to me," Hilda sighed,
finally turning and heading for the bathroom, her jugs losing control
of themselves yet again with her forceful steps and being flung in
every titterly direction, her large ass sashaying from side to side
salaciously, the cheeks of her bottom peeking out from below the hem
of the t-shirt she was wearing.

Henry's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he watched his mam-
happy mother move away from him and almost reflexively, he reached
down and grabbed his semi-tumescent penis through the rough fabric of
his jeans.

"I'll say one thing," Henry Humper muttered to himself as he headed
enthusiastically to his room with all the excitement that most guys
would reserve for watching the Super Bowl, instead of the two biggest
hulking hunks of tittie tonnage and beauty to ever reside upon a
woman's body. "That Jerry Springer ain't got nothin' on this fucked
up family."


THE END

"Jobs, Blow and Otherwise"

Starring moronic minx, Bunnie Mounts in:
"Jobs, Blow and Otherwise"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


"I'm going, Mom!" big-breasted, eighteen-year-old Bunnie Mounts
shouted up the stairs to her mother as she barely buttoned her
inadequate jacket over her oversized feminine girl glands and grabbed
her books from the hall table in preparation for leaving to go to
school, thankful that she had a pair of juggernaut juggers that
managed to convince most of her male teachers to overlook her failing
grades and give her passing marks. "I want to get that job helping
out in the principal's office today! I'm going to beat out the
competition and get there early! Tee hee! Like they say, 'The early
bird catches the sperm!' Hee hee! I think that's how it goes! I'm
leaving, Mommy! Wheeeeee! I'm getting a fucking jobbie!"

"Good luck, sweetie!" Bunnie's mother called out in response, moaning
evident in her voice as it drifted down the staircase, the sounds of
her hefty honkers smacking against her chin, echoing in loud fleshy
slaps as she fucked hard upon the mattress. "I hope you get the job!
Ohhhhhhhhh, shit! Just try not to act like a fucking idiot when
Principal Johnson is interviewing you! Say as little as you can,
Bunnie, and let those big boobies do your talking for you! Like I
always told you, use those titan titties you got and you can get
anything you want in life! Don't let nobody stop ya, bitch! Hee hee!
I'm fucking your Algebra teacher, Mr. Clinton, right now! Ohhhhhhhh,
Willie, that feels good as fuck! Ohhhhhhh! But baby, you may just
graduate high school after all!"

"Tee hee! Thanks, Mom! And make sure you suck his dick really good
too! Mr. Clinton sure likes it when I suck his dick after class! Tee
hee! And swallow too! He likes that shit too! I'm leaving, Mommy!
Wheeeeee! Wee wee! Wee wee! I sure do love ya! Getcha some, Mommy
Whore! Hee hee hee!" Bunnie called out as she passed through the
door, bouncing, bodacious bazoom boobies a-ramblin' as she slammed
the door loudly behind her, not completely confident as her addled
mind barely strung together any coherent thoughts at all.

Arriving at the school about fifteen minutes later, pretty, red-
haired, empty-headed and nearly functionally illiterate Bunnie, who
had fucked instead of studied her way through high school, strode
purposefully in the direction of Principal Johnson's office, her
huge, basketball-sized hooters bouncing freely as she went, garnering
the interest of every male student she passed, their respective eyes
nearly bulging from their heads as they took in her immense
proportions, their cocks leaping to attention and straining against
their pants as her boom booms bobbed seductively, bobbling, wobbling,
quivering and fucking shivering with every step she took. Busty
Bunnie Mounts walked fast, carrying her whopping swells with her down
the hall with speed and some sort of off-balance grace. Bunnie, her
boobs heaving happily, was determined to be first in line to be
interviewed for the job.

Bunnie's parents had fallen on hard times of late and there wasn't
much money to spare after all the expenses were paid. Bunnie's father
had split, leaving the family behind, but occasionally sent them a
meager check from his factory job in another city when he wasn't
gambling his money away or paying for cheap, chesty, charm-laden call
girls. Bunnie's mother, gargantuan-gazongaed Gertrude, who frequently
worried about her ditzy and dim-witted daughter's future, had taken
to using her big titties and great ass to lure Bunnie's male teachers
into bed. At this moment, her mam-heavy minx of a mother was getting
boned by her Algebra teacher, Mr. Clinton. Mr. Clinton was a man who
had been involved in myriad scandals at the school and had lied to
the school board numerous times after having been chased from his
previous teaching position because of sexual harassment allegations
from several stacked female students. He was now just one more sleazy
addition to the teaching staff of Taft and Adams High School, a place
where sexual harassment was not much of an issue, and where heavy and
engorged hooters and hungry pussies were never in short supply.

Gertrude had been fucking Willie Clinton and many other T&A teachers
often enough to ensure Bunnie a low passing grade so that she would
actually be able to graduate high school instead of being required to
attend for another year. Not that the horny and buxom-breasted Bunnie
minded, however. The lame-brained, bodice-busting beauty would have
been quite content to fuck football players, baseball players,
lacrosse players and male teachers for another year, letting them
suck her heavenly huge hooters and shove their wee wees uncaringly
into her always accommodating cunny slot. The boys at school didn't
call her "Bunnie Mountains" for nothing.

But if Bunnie was going to have new clothes, new special order Buxsom
brand bras to squeeze her knockers inside of, a new four cylinder
battery-operated boyfriend, and also keep her piece of shit car on
the road, she was going to have to find some sort of employment. So
getting the job in Principal Johnson's office at the school would be
perfect and she was determined that it would be hers, whatever it
took to obtain it, even if it meant using her monstrously mammoth
mams to make up for her lack of any real brains or ability. Besides,
she hated the fact that her mother, Gertrude, had had to resort to
prostitution to pay the bills. The balloon-boobed 42-year-old spent a
few nights in the red light district every week and had an impressive
list of regular johns who loved sampling her overstuffed chest and
overfucked pussy. Thankfully, her pimp was a mild-mannered man and
avowed pacifist who supported Amnesty International, when he wasn't
busy truckling to left-wing dictatorships throughout the world. In
spite of this, or perhaps because of it, he often dated the Taft and
Adams High School vice principal, the insanely stacked, mountain-
breasted Marsha Knockersfield whose tits he loved to nurse at like a
ravenous infant.

Knocking sharply on the door to the principal's office using her bra-
clad left bazoom, Bunnie giggled at her own silliness as she heard
Johnson's deep voice instructing her to enter. Turning the knob and
opening the door, the moronically massive mountain-titted Miss Mounts
smiled sweetly at the principal and wished him a good morning.

"How can I help you, Busty.....er......Bunnie?" he asked her, rising
to his feet, his eyes riveted to her enormous boobage, taking in the
swell of her breathtakingly deep cleavage and the bumps in her blouse
caused by her large and erect nipples.

"Ouch, Mr. Johnson!" came a voice from under the desk as a very young
and very top-heavy girl rose to her feet, straightening her clothing
as she did so, pushing one of her enormous and exposed breasts back
into her bountiful boulder holder. "You nearly knocked me over when
you stood up and I just about bit your dick off! What the hell?"

"Run along now, Sharon," the principal told the girl off-handedly as
he smacked one of her titties with an open palm and then adjusted his
own clothing and raised the fly on his trousers. "You don't want to
be late for freshman orientation."

"Education is so important, don't you think, Bunnie?" the principal
asked rhetorically as the pretty young female student burst into
tears and fled the room after being dismissed so coldly, her jugs
jarring wildly as she fled from the tawdry authority figure. "I think
molding young minds is the most important job anyone can do. Sharon's
a nice girl, but a bit wild. Last time she came to my office, she
wanted to be handcuffed to the desk while I came on her face. Now,
where were we? What can I do to you, er, I mean, for your tits?"

"Well," bust-heavy Bunnie responded with a giggle, amused that the
principal's eyes had not yet risen from her bouncy boobies to her
face. "I'm here to apply for that secretary's helper job. I need to
earn some extra money and, tee hee, I thought this job would be
perfet, uh, perfat, I mean, tee hee, good and shit."

"Sit down, Bunnie, and let's talk then," Principal Johnson instructed
her with phony and self-interested warmth, pointing to one of the two
chairs that were on the opposite side of the desk from his own,
yearning to paw at her pert and perfect pouty puppies that her blouse
barely constrained.

Instead of returning to his own chair, he took a seat in the chair
beside hers, his eyes still on her late teenaged breasts as he felt a
slight stirring in his loins. Bunnie sat down and crossed her shapely
legs, sitting very erect with her huge chest standing proudly in
front of her, rising and falling provocatively with every inhalation
and exhalation of air.

"Now, I must ask you a few questions, Bunnie, and please answer me as
honestly as you can, unless you are too motherfucking stupid to
answer them," the principal told her with a deadpan expression as he
reached out and stroked one of her large, pert and percolating
breasts with the back of his right hand. "How many words a minute can
you type?"

"Oh, I can't type at all, Principal Johnson! Tee hee hee!" Bunnie
replied, watching his hand as it caressed her breast, kneading the
lovely flesh like cookie dough, as she felt a familiar stirring in
her own nether regions, her pussy growing wet and needy. "I always
have to get my mom to type my papers for school. I'm hopeless, tee
hee. I can't spell shit. S-H......tee hee, and that's all I fucking
know!"

"I see," Principal Johnson said absent-mindedly, his entire attention
focused almost exclusively on Bunnie's triple H cup breasts as they
thrust out so tantalizingly from the front of her blouse that he just
couldn't help himself. "How about dictation? Are you any good at
that?"

"Why no, sir," Bunnie replied with a deep sigh as the principal
reached out shamelessly with both hands to begin unbuttoning the
buttons down the front of her barely bust-encasing blouse. "I never
did get the hang of dictation. I mean, I have the 'dick' part down
pat, but I always got stuck on the 'tation.' Hee hee. What the fuck
is 'tation' anyway? I mean, I could take the shortarm okay, but once
I was done, I couldn't read it back, tee hee hee. I got an F in that
fucking course. I could have sucked and fucked my way into a passing
grade, but I had a female teacher for that semester. I hate it when
that happens because my parents always get bent out of shape about my
poor grades. I mean, they wanted me to put my studying ahead of
playing with a nice long hard-on? Isn't that silly, Mr. Johnson?"

"Hmmm, I see," replied the prurient principal, undoing the last
button, shoving the blouse open roughly and leaning forward to press
his face into the canyon of cleavage now exposed to his view, held
back by the dam of her unbreakable brassiere. "I might be able to
help you with that, Bunnie. Students who cooperate with me get some
of the highest grades in the school. As a matter of fact, most of our
senior girls will be getting into good colleges, thanks to me. It's
amazing what a little 'one on one attention' can do for a student
with a nice big rack. When my dick goes in, good grades go out. When
you fuck, grades go up. That's a motherfucking fact, bitch."

"How about computer skills?" Ron Johnson asked her, returning to the
task at hand as his hand fished inside her knock covers, yanking on
her flesh. "Can you use the internet to do research, or download
different things I ask you to find?"

"Gee, I didn't do so well in computer class either," Bunnie admitted
with a childish giggle, cooing as Johnson played with her perky,
heavy twins. "I think I only passed that class with a D because I
fucked Mr. Dorkins after school for a week before report cards came
out, tee hee. If I hadn't fucked him, I probably would have had
another F. Any other questions you want to ask me, Mr. Johnson?"

Principal Johnson grinned arrogantly as he reached behind Bunnie to
unhook the hooks and eyes that held the two sides of her brassiere
together, pushing the straps down her arms until her breasts were
fully exposed to his gaze and the bra was resting in her lap.

"Do you know how to make coffee, Bunnie?" he asked hopefully,
wondering how this girl had managed to stay in school this long with
marks as low as hers always were, despite the glorious nature of her
girthy, weighty, wonderful globular glands. She was a sweet girl, he
thought to himself, but vacuous, yet horny as fuck. "Please tell me
that you can at least do that much."

Leaning forward, Ron Johnson opened his mouth just enough to capture
one of her erect, pretty pink nipples and areola between his lips,
drawing on her with such force that Bunnie Mounts felt an immediate
dampening in her panties, a wave of sexual longing giving her a
strong tingle in her pussy that reverberated through the entire lower
half of her perfectly sculpted body.

"Ohhhhhhh, Principal Johnson," the brain-dead, ditzy dimwit dunce of
tittie terrificness moaned out loud as the compromised authority
figure used his hand to tweak and fondle the nipple of her other
breast, pinching her, rubbing her nipple hard-on between thumb and
forefinger until Bunnie felt pleasure so intense that she wasn't sure
she could stand it. "I can't make a good cup of coffee to save my
fucking life, tee hee. My mother says my coffee is so thick you could
stand a spoon up in it. It's
und.......undr.......undrin....er....it's bad. That's what everybody
tells me, tee hee. That feels yummy, Principal Johnson, tee hee."

Johnson removed his mouth from Bunnie's shivering breast to look up
into her face sadly and with realistic regret. "It seems you have
none of the skills I'm looking for, sweetie," he told her
regretfully, thinking of all the pleasure he'd be missing by not
having Bunnie's huge titties at his regular disposal. "I am afraid
I'm going to have to turn you down for this job. I need someone with
some office skills."

"Well," said Bunnie with a naughty wink, squealing as she got her
whoppers sucked fucking good. "If you want skill, I'll show you
skill, fuck, fuck, fucker, tee hee. The boys in my class always tell
me I'm the best cocksucking whore they've ever seen before. Isn't
that romantic? Wee wee! Wee wee! I sure do love ya!"

Without further ado, Bunnie dropped to her knees, her huge, fleshy
funbags pressing up against the principal's legs as she unfastened
the button at the top of his suit pants and lowered the zipper. That
was enough for his large pecker to spring up hopefully in her
direction, her nimble fingers quickly extracting his cock and balls
from his boxer shorts with all the expertise and eagerness of a young
girl with much experience in this department. Bunnie was a whore in
her prime.

"There he is!" the addled, empty-headed broad squealed in delight,
always happy to have a stiff one in her hands and her big
motherfucking boobies free as motherfucking flailing fucking
shit. "Come here, you big, sweet wee wee, you. Come to Bunnie. She's
going to give you sucky sucky, tee hee hee. I just love this fucking
shit."

"Oh, Bunnie," Principal Johnson moaned, his oversized flagpole
immediately rising to full mast at her touch, her beautiful bazooms
brushing the hair on his legs and causing his libido to rise to a
fever pitch. "Oh, yes! Stroke my big fucking cock, you big-tittied
whore!"

Taking his rigid mantool in both of her dainty hands, Bunnie held it
up and reached out with her tongue to tickle his balls teasingly,
flicking them gently with the tip of her tongue, lapping at them like
a kitten with a bowl of milk, her jumbo juggies jarring cutely.

"Tee hee hee," Bunnie giggled softly, enjoying herself immensely as
she put her talented tongue and mouth to work on his big cock and
balls. "I wish app......appl......apply....er.....trying to get a job
was always this much fun."

"Oh, yesssssssssssss," Principal Johnson moaned from between clenched
teeth, his lips pursed, trying not to cry aloud lest it bring his
secretary running in from her adjacent office as the bra-filling
bimbo before him sucked his dick. "Oh, that feels so fucking good to
my balls! Hurry up and get sucking, you fucking little slut!"

"Gee whiz, I love it when a man talks all sweet to me," Bunnie
sighed, washing his large gonads with her tongue as she pressed
several fingers tightly around one of her sharp pebbly nipples,
pulling the pointy protrusion as she lapped gingerly at his swinging
sack. "Most of the boys call me either a bitch, a slut or a
cocksucker and I'm always so flattered. Isn't that nice of them?"

Bunnie's tongue flicked out unmercifully, teasing, coaxing, tickling
his balls until he thought he couldn't stand the pleasure for even a
second longer. When she finally opened wide and took one of his balls
into her mouth, sucking it hungrily, he really wondered for a moment
whether or not he had actually died and gone to heaven and if this
gutter slut with the massive milk wagons could possibly be a naughty
angel.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" was all he could utter, his hands reaching down to
knead her big hooters and tweak her sensitive nipples playfully while
she kept up her oral assault on his large, dangling
nutsack. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Holy fucking shit, you're driving me crazy,
you little fucking whore!"

"You like?" the fellating Mounts asked him with a naughty wink after
she had finally let his testicle fall from her mouth and he had begun
an even more aggressive assault on her ample watermelon tit trophies
that weighed her chest down with their abundance. "Does that feel
good, Mr. Johnson? Tee hee hee, I'm playing with Mr. Johnson's
johnson. I'm a poet and I don't even know it, tee hee hee."

"Do I like it?" the randy Ron asked in stunned amazement that the
answer wasn't already patently obvious as he unfeelingly felt her fun
sacks of sexual tittieness. "Is the pope Catholic?"

"Gee, I think he is, Mr. Johnson," Bunnie responded earnestly and
with childlike innocence, almost letting out a scream as he roughly
fondled the shit out of her bobbly boobiebags. "Want me to go look it
up for you?"

"No, that's okay," he told her, releasing her rack, amazed at her
obvious lack of knowledge, but still wanting so much to feel the
pleasures that she offered so inanely. "How be you just shut the fuck
up and suck my big motherfucking cock instead, you cum-guzzling
gutter slut."

"Well, I'd be happy to give you some sucky sucky if you repay me with
a little fucky fucky, tee hee. I mean, hee hee, it's almost like a
trade-on," Bunnie spoke excitedly, eager to have his big male organ
in her mouth and pussy, and possibly between her bitchin', bouncin'
boobaloozas. "Does that sound okay to you?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssssss!" Principal Johnson cried out as
Bunnie opened her mouth wide, devouring every fucking inch of him
ravenously, his warrior wee wee head poking the back of her throat,
his balls slapping rhythmically against her chin and his hands
returning reflexively to the swollen chest that had caused his cock
to swell so large in the first place. "Ohhhhhh, my fucking shit! Suck
my big motherfucking dick, you tawdry little trollop! Suck it!
Fucking suck that motherfucking fucker, you fucking huge-honkered
fucking, ohhhhhhhhh, fucking fucker!"

Sticking her tongue out, Bunnie flicked at his urethral orifice with
it, swirling her girly tongue around inside the opening until he was
almost begging to be relieved of the jism building up in the tube of
his big trouser snake and wanting to squirt every ounce of it down
the gullet of his new favorite stacked student.

Letting Mr. Johnson's cock slip from her mouth, Bunnie flicked at the
underside of the shaft, near the head, stroking it with her tongue
until he was bucking beneath her touch, driven almost frantic with
his need for completion and containing her chest trophies in what
could only be described as a violent vice grip. But Bunnie definitely
wasn't done yet. Lapping at the spongy mushroom crown of his wee wee,
Bunnie tongued the entire length and girth of him, kissing here,
licking there, until he truly feared going mad with pleasure, and
then she playfully scratched his nutsack with her left boob's pointy
nipple, which looked sharp enough to cut through glass by this point.

"Kissy kissy, licky licky," the red-headed, single digit IQ chick
whose only claim to fame was her legendary set of titsie twins,
rhymed innocently. "This is sure some great fucking shit, Principal
Johnson. I just love the taste of a big ol' slab of manmeat, tee hee
hee."

Sensing that ol' Ron wouldn't last much longer under her tender
assault, Bunnie once more opened wide and swallowed him down, gagging
slightly as he hit the uvula at the back of her throat. Dragging her
teeth gently along the shaft of his wee wee, she swallowed him again,
repeating the motion several times until he was literally begging
her, pleading with the tittie-gifted girl to let him finish.

"Oh, make me come, make me come, you big-boobied bimbo!" Principal
Ronald R. Johnson shouted out, no longer caring who heard him,
desperate for his release and needing to make the jism fly out of his
wee wee. Frantically squeezing and kneading her giant mammary melons,
his fingers twisted Bunnie's nipples, causing the slutty stacked
student to cry out, but unable to, her mouth filled to capacity with
his dick.

"Mmmmpphhhh! Mmmpphhhhhh!" was all she could utter.

"Suck me! Suck me! Suck my big fucking dick!" the principal pleaded
with her, her ministrations causing pleasure so intense that it was
akin to pain, a pain that he was not sure he wanted to end, so
exquisite were the sensations that her tongue applied to his rampant,
rock-hard rod were creating. "Oh, shit, suck meeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, Jumbo
Jugs, I want to squirt all that sticky shit down your fucking throat!"

Always an obliging sort, Bunnie pressed her lips tightly around the
circumference of his cock and sucked with enough force that Principal
Johnson feared she would extract his innards through his urinary
tract. Her pretty red-haired head bobbed back and forth, up and down
in his lap as he thrust in unison, her frenzied sucking bringing him
ever closer to the brink as her potential milk-makers beat like heavy
slapping weights into his legs, the stretchy skin jouncing and
hitting him heavily.

A second later, Bunnie removed her mouth from his dribbling cock and
looked up at Principal Johnson sweetly, holding both of her
unashamedly naked bags of breast tissue up towards him like some kind
of naughty offering.

"Could you let me know when you're gonna come, Mr. Johnson? I mean, I
have a really sore throat and it hurts when I swallow. You can come
on my face or something, but not in my mouth, okay?"

"You have my word, you big-tittied vixen. Now get back to work and
suck my big motherfucking cock! That's an order, dimwit!"

Bunnie did as she was instructed and Ron Johnson soon realized that
it was only a matter of seconds before their sex act achieved
fruition. Principal Johnson removed one of his hands from its spot on
her breast and reached up quickly, pinching Bunnie's nose closed
before allowing himself to finally reach nirvana, jizzing like a
madman at last. With his other hand, he grabbed Bunnie by the back of
her head and forced it forward so that she was unable to move from
that position. The forcefully pent-up jism ricocheted hard from the
tip of his wee wee, wafting and exploding against the back of the
young girl's throat and, with her nose held shut, all Bunnie could do
was splutter as his copious load overflowed her mouth, ran down her
esophagus, leaving her with no choice but to either swallow, or
aspirate and suffocate. Squirt after squirt, she swallowed hungrily,
despite being nearly to the point of needing to gasp for air.
Finally, when he was at last spent, Ron released his grip on Bunnie's
nostrils and she inhaled hungrily.

"Hey, you made me swallow," Bunnie snapped in an annoyed tone,
seeming for the first time to use her brain more than her boobs as
she looked up at the uncaring Ron. "You told me that you wouldn't."

"I'm sorry about that, Bunnie, I really am," the principal apologized
profusely, pawing at her quivering, shivering tittie bombs as he
wiped his jizz onto her cheek disrespectfully. "I didn't mean to be
disrespectful. I have a lot of respect for you. I respect the fuck
out of your big motherfucking knockers. Your dick-sucking deserves at
least an A plus, and if you came to my office more often, I'm sure we
could get you up to at least a B average before the school year's up."

"Tee hee hee," Bunnie giggled, licking the stray cum from her lips
and chin where it had fallen and then lapping his wee wee clean of
all excretions. "Lots of the boys I'm with do that to make sure I'll
swallow. I always tell them that they don't need to cause I love wee
wee juice. I mean, it's just so yummy to my tummy, you know? And it
was really nice of you to support my head like that, tee hee."

"Well, I must say, you're a pretty good sport, Bunnie. And a very
sweet young lady. Could you stand up, please?"

With a questioning look on her face, Bunnie did as she was told and
stood up, her large tittie balloons swaying from side to side as she
did so, once more capturing the principal's intense gaze.

"Now, turn around," Johnson demanded, taking hold of her shoulders
and forcing her to face the other direction, towards his big oak desk
with its covering of papers and office supplies, her knockers
catching up with the mammaried Mounts as she spun around. "Now bend
over and put your hands on the desk and get that big round ass of
yours in the air."

Doing as she was instructed, Bunnie tilted her head to the side and
glanced backwards, seeing that Principal Johnson's penis was once
more standing at full attention. Pulling her skirt up, the principal
grabbed her panties by their waistband and, too eager to even pull
them down, he ripped them from her body in one swift movement,
tossing them aside and resting his hands on either side of her now
bare bottom.

"Are you going to stick your big dick in me?" Bunnie asked, smiling
sweetly at him, her firm young ass in the air, her legs slightly
parted to give her a stable stance and her giant set of juggies
swinging like pendulums as they scrubbed their squeaky delight
against the wood of the desktop. "Are you going to stick your big
dick in my pussy?"

"Do you want me to, Busty?" the erect principal asked, not bothering
to wait for Bunnie's answer or even caring what it would be as he
squeezed her plump buttocks, massaging the softness of her round and
perfectly sculpted bottom, ignoring her flawless fucking wobbly boom
booms for a brief moment as they dangled unencased.

Using thumb and forefinger to separate her inner labia, the well-hung
Johnson placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Bunnie's
vaginal sheath and with a loud grunt, rammed it home, shoving it
roughly into her up to the hilt, his gonads slapping at the back of
her legs, tickling her enough to cause the dumb and overendowed
knocker queen to giggle like a idiot.

"Oh, I want ya to, I want ya to!" Bunnie cried, her tight young cunny
hugging the contours of his big dick like a glove and Ron white-
knuckled her tipsy tee tees until he was sure that he must be hurting
her bazooms. "My pussy wants fucky fucky! Fuck me with your big
fucking fuckstick! I want it, I want it! Pussy's fucky hungry!
Ohhhhhhh!"

Withdrawing almost completely, he drove his wee wee home for a second
time, giving the lithe and lusciously fulsome full-figured young
woman beneath him a resounding slap on the ass as he did so, leaving
a red welt of a hand print on her right buttock before returning his
large hands to Bunnie's even larger swinging sweat glands.

"Oh, I'm such a naughty little fucker! Spank me, spank me!" Bunnie
Mounts shrieked as the principal withdrew and drove inside her for a
third time, filling her snug slot to capacity and causing her breasts
to sway to and fro beneath her, slapping together and then flying
wildly from side to side, occasionally smacking her on the underside
of her chin. "Spank your little naughty fucker! Oh, yesssssssss!
Fucky! Fucky!"

Grabbing hold of the unintelligent balloon-bazoomed trollop's wide
hips with both hands, Ron pummeled her repeatedly, ramming into her
so deeply and so swiftly that the friction on his male member drove
Johnson's johnson to new heights of carnal bliss. Ol' Ronnie loved
the young ones, and frequently held large-honkered female students
after dismissal in order to have his way with them, plunging his
penis selfishly into their ripe and ready pussies. He just thought of
it as one of the perks of his job. This was Principal Johnson's first
time actually penetrating Miss Bunnie Mounts, but he now knew without
a doubt that it would not be his last.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Ram your big dick in me! Pummel my pussy!
Ohhhhhhh, yesssssss! Pound my cer......er......cerv.........uhhhhhhh.
Pound my pussy! Give all of wee wee to me!" Bunnie screamed as her
fuckbuddy banged into her so furiously that he nearly drove the top
of her red head into the desk a few times and made her boobie baggage
roughly squeak even louder against the slick waxed wood of the
surface she straddled. "I gave good sucky, now I get good fucky! Tee
hee hee! I love this shit!"

Bunnie waggled her cute pudgy ass and tried to move in his direction,
matching her movements to his rhythm, meeting his every thrust with
one of her own. She could feel the high school principal's heavy
breathing on the back of her neck, flinching when he reached around
beneath her yet again and twisted her nipples roughly, eliciting a
little yelp of pain from her as he did so.

"Mommy always told me to have safe sex, Mr. Johnson. So I guess I
better hold onto the desk so I don't fall over," Bunnie told him
seriously, a tear forming in her eye as Ron twisted and pulled her
erect nipples so hard that she felt a shooting pain course like a
current through her grown up girly jiggle bags, the extent of the
principal's thoughtlessness evident in the hurt she felt. But Bunnie
sort of enjoyed it too. "By the way, I was looking at the stuff on
your desk. I like Brianna Banks too. Tee hee. Don't you think she's
pretty? Here's a letter, ohhhhhhh, shit, from your lawyer. What does
statutory mean? Is that the statue of the lady with the torch in New
Hampshire?"

"Never you mind that, you little red-headed whore," Ron managed to
say between labored breaths, totally ignoring her words, his heart
pounding painfully in his chest as he drove into her like a velvet
jackhammer, his big balls ready to explode at a moment's notice, the
baby batter Bunnie so craved now beginning to fill the tube of his
cock. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, you little bitch."

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, exerting himself so much that he was
developing a line of sweat on his forehead and upper lip, so close to
Bunnie that there was only a thin veneer of perspiration separating
their two bodies as they melded into one. They were two horny, needy
people lost in the throes of lascivious physicality, unmindful of
anything going on around them, conjoining a penis and a vagina, as
well as Bunnie's great tits and ass, in the dance of lust. "Uh! Uh!
Uh!"

"Oh, wee wee me! Wee wee me! Wee wee my little cunny!" Bunnie ordered
him, Ron's forceful thrusts from behind forcing her to use one of her
arms to brace herself against the edge of his sturdy desk. With her
free hand, the horny high school incompetent reached down, finding
her feminine nub, working it with a circular motion that, combined
with his cock ramming into her pussy and his hands pulling her boobie
twins' naughty nipples as hard as fucking shit, created such a sexual
turn-on that she knew her orgasm would be forceful and amazing. "Oh,
I love my little clitty witty! Oh, yes, I do! Rub a dub, rub a dub,
give my nub a good old rub, tee hee!"

Bunnie knew that Mr. Johnson's own orgasm was imminent, though she
didn't know what imminent meant, and she welcomed it, since she
didn't feel that she could hold her own back for much longer. The
principal was greedily mauling her dirty pillows by this point and
Bunnie was loving the combination of sexy sensations.

"Dick me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Mr. Johnson, fuck meeeeeeeeee! Oh,
fucky! Oh, fucky me! Wheeeeeee!"

And Mr. Johnson surely did. A few more thrusts and he could feel his
hot seed exit forcefully from the head of his wee wee and splatter
her insides with the jet spray of his jism. His penis pulsed,
shooting load after load into her willing pussy, filling her to
capacity and beyond, the leftover semen slipping out of the minute
space between her body and his, running down her legs and pooling on
the plush carpet at their feet.

Finally spent, Ron continued to ram his stalk in and out of her until
he could feel Bunnie's body jerk and knew that she too was achieving
her completion. The bosomy young cheerleader's nether regions felt to
her as though they were on fire and melting. Her vaginal walls
vibrated with the force of her orgasm and left her feeling weak and
dizzy. Jolts of pure sexual joy coursed through her entire voluptuous
body, leaving her tingling as though she had just touched her hand to
an electrical appliance not correctly grounded. And Bunnie felt like
both of her knockers and their respective nipples were probably as
red as beets from Johnson's digital assault on them, stretching the
skin of her jaunting and jouncing juggies beyond what they could
ordinarily endure.

"Holy fucking shit, Mr. Johnson! That was a doozy of a fucky!" Bunnie
managed to get out between ragged breaths, her heart pounding like a
racehorse, her body at last sated and relaxed, her topsy turvy
titties sore.

Principal Johnson reached around her to fondle her fleshy tit
balloons one last time, giving them a parting squashing, then allowed
himself to slip from her body with a wet popping noise, both of them
straightening up and wiping sweat from their individual brows.

"You are a very talented young woman, Bunnie," the principal told her
sincerely as he reached for his discarded clothing and began to
dress, still eyeing her disproportionately cartoonish mounds of
bazoom tissue and thinking that they seemed like they should belong
to a seductive sexpot comic book character instead of to an actual
living and breathing female. "I enjoyed myself immensely. And really,
that's all that matters."

"I wish you'd give me the job, Mr. Johnson," Bunnie pleaded, turning
her big doe eyes in his direction and batting her eyelashes at him as
she then moved her shoulders only slightly, causing both of her tart
teenaged watermelon boobies to pitch back and forth upon her chest
and shoulders heavily and majestically, frightening in their sheer
weight and circumference. "I really need the extra money, and I'll
try to do a good job, really I will. I know I don't have many
talents, Mr. Johnson. But I could let you play with these big fuckers
any time you wanted, and I'd suck you and fuck you at least once a
day. Please, please, pleeaaaaaase give me a chance."

"Well, I guess when you put it that way, how could I refuse?" the
principal asked her, pulling on his trousers and raising the zipper
and then placing a hand upon each of Bunnie's colossal cans,
squashing her mammaries yet again in his grasp and now almost sure
that he would leave a few red marks on her jugs by the time he was
done playing with her meaty cantaloupes. "It would seem that you are
very well qualified for the job after all. I mean, you have two great
qualifications right here, don't you? You start in the morning."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Johnson! You don't know how
much this means to me! How can I ever repay you?"

"I can think of one way," the head of Taft and Adams High told her,
smiling his trademark shark grin at her hopefully as he lowered his
zipper, allowing his trousers to drop to the floor as he sat down in
his big desk chair. "How would you like to come and sit on my lap,
little girl?"

"And get something straight between us?" Bunnie Mounts snickered
babyishly, moving in his direction, her heavy sacks of tit jumping
back and forth as she stepped seductively towards the ethically
challenged principal, wagging her big round fanny like a naughty minx
and exaggerating the quakes that built and rumbled through the two
gelatin-like globs of fabulous flesh that made her upper body weigh
so much.

"Oh, that's a given," he replied, beaming as the very naked young
girl climbed upon his lap, the swell of him poking against her bare
ass as his hands slid beneath her arms and encircled her tossing
titties. "In fact, it's pretty fucking straight already."

"I just have one question, Mr. Johnson," Bunnie queried in a child-
like voice as she felt the bulge in his pants with her left hand and
Johnson's hands felt her own two bulges. "How much do I get paid?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," Ron laughed in a dismissive tone as he
dug both hands into the mysterious Bermuda Triangle depth that was
her cleavage, eagerly fondling the insides of her overwrought
boobs. "Hmmmmm. How does a nice shiny pearl necklace sound?"

"Oh, motherfucking shit, yeah, Mr. Johnson!" Bunnie screamed with her
thrilled excitement as she unzipped the principal's fly and worked
her hand inside his pants, cooing from the ministrations being
inflicted upon her twin set of suck toys that he tugged and explored
intimately with his hands. "I can't fucking believe it! Yesterday, I
didn't have a motherfucking cent and now I'm gonna be rich! Oh,
goody! Necklaces and jewelry and shit! I love this job!
Wheeeeeeeeeee! I'm a fucking big-tittied career whore! Oh, I can't
wait to tell Mommy! She's gonna be so fucking proud of me!"


THE END