"Hilda And The Giant Wee Wee"

Starring the Queen of Big Tittiedom, That Raucous Raiser of the
Dormant Wee Wee, Miss Hilda Humper in:
"Hilda And The Giant Wee Wee"
Written and edited by Victor C. Nathan
This absurdly entertaining romp through the Humper universe is the
direct sequel to the acclaimed Humper tale, "Like A Virgin". Enjoy.


"Boy, that was fucking fun," Hilda said to herself as she sat at her
desk wearing nothing but the green panties that she had decided to
put back on, certain, however, that they would soon be coming off
again. "I love to fuck. Especially those virgin wee wees. They've got
all that fuck in them that needs to be released. And they do some
fuck-releasing right in my naughty fuck-ready, fuckhappy pussy. Tee
hee."

But Hilda still didn't feel anything close to being satiated after
helping Jeremy Peters shed his bothersome virginity. Hilda had been
more than happy to have made the young boy's day. Jeremy's little
post-virginity pecker would never be the same and she was so proud of
him. He had served her needs as well, her need to fuck and shag and
hump like a wild whore. Hilda was one happy humper, one minx that
could hook any man that was within her grasp and take him to bed with
her. She could drag a man by his wee wee, using the power of her
globular knockers as a powerful motivation for that man to fuck her
always starving cunny. Hilda just loved the feel of a cock planted
deep within her insides pounding the hell out of her in fucking
frenzied fornication. As she pushed her panties to one side and
skillfully rubbed her erect clit, she felt fatigue washing over her
body. Miss Humper had done some late nights of fucking at home lately
and would be glad when the school week was over. The endowed educator
and ebullient wee wee ebuilliezer could feel herself growing more and
more weary, even as two of her little fingers tugged on her tiny nub,
her tiny female equivalent of a wee wee. Hilda was so tired, so
tired, so very fucking tired............

Hilda Humper heard a forceful knock at the door of her office. It was
abrupt and then persistent in its urgency and obstinacy. Hilda smiled
and then popped her bra onto her big boobies in a fast motion. She
was so used to taking it off and on after having her ta tas sucked
that it was like a reflex, like second nature to the buxom educator.
Just yesterday she had shared her big bazooms with her fellow
teacher, Mr. Larry Cox. Old Larry had sucked her big bouncers like he
was a hungry baby needing a milk fix. Hilda strode to the door, her
beautiful bod looking outstanding in her bright green underwear. She
reached for the knob and slowly slid the door creakingly ajar. Before
her was a sharp-looking badass kind of guy wearing khakis and a dress
shirt with a stylish tie. Hilda liked the looks of the young man and
the way that his eyes looked deeply into hers right before they
dropped lower on her form to check out all the abundant and barely
covered boobieflesh before him, her green boulder holder having
squeezed her top-heavy tons of tittie, making her cleavage almost
splash and ooze free of her cartoonishly carnival-like cups.

"Hi there, Hil," he snapped arrogantly as he slipped past her into
the office. "How's the teaching game?"

Hilda thought that his swagger, somewhere between Marlon Brando and
James Dean, was somehow appealing. She was drawn to his confidence,
as was her pussy.

"Hi, John," Hilda addressed him as she adjusted her hard-working and
noble bra strap that was forced to carry her mountainous mammy knocks
and was biting into her shoulder in sharp protest. "Nice to meet you."

John Peenaster, his full name, took a few steps back from Hilda and
then gave her a very obvious once over, checking out every voluptuous
inch of her full-figured form that swelled in the chest and ass
department.

"Whoa, Hil," John said, grinning and looking slyly at her. "What a
set of fucking tittie bombs those fuckers are. Where did you get that
bra from? A motherfucking hammock company? Ha ha ha!"

"Funny," Hilda replied wryly, still not managing to hide her
amusement and her shock at John's cockiness and hubris. "And is that
how you normally talk? Is that how you talk to your teachers?"

"Sure," John Peenaster chuckled as he loosened his tie and sat down
in a leather back chair near her desk. "When they meet their new
students in a bra and panties, looking like they got a set of
motherfucking WMDs squeezed under their brassiere. Ha ha! And how in
the living fuck did you manage to manuever those gargantuan gobs of
tit into that little boobie trap, Hil? Pretty difficult task, I'll
bet. Hmmmmmmmmm. And it looks like this desk got a little sticky
today too. What the fuck happened here?"

"Something fun," Hilda said succinctly, horny as fuck, but not
wanting to immediately reward his fucking arrogance. "I think we need
to get your class schedule filled out now."

"Not so fucking fast, Hil," John said, leaning back in the chair like
a CEO and running a finger over his groin. "I haven't told you much
about me, now have I, Headlight Hil? You know what they called me at
my old school? Let me rephrase that. You know what the fucking broads
at my old school called me? Take a fucking guess."

John looked down with a smirk at the crotch of his pants that was now
swollen so tight after looking at Hilda's big mams and sweet plump
round ass. It looked like he was trying to contain some gargantuan
object beneath his trousers.

"I don't know," Hilda said, her eyes dropping to study his groin for
just a fleeting second and eyeing what seemed to be a member that ran
down the side of one leg for a substantial distance. "You tell me."

"Jumbo John was my main name," the lad explained smugly as he touched
the crotch of his khakis again and squeezed just a bit this
time. "Another one of my handles was Donkey Dick. I'm sure you can
guess why, Hil."

"I might have a clue," Hilda answered, trying not to show her
horniness and excitement, her amazement as she studied his crotch,
his pants so tight that she could literally make out his freakish
member growing as they spoke, inching slowly down his left pant leg.

"Likely the same reason that all my male students call me Huge Hilda.
They call me Huge Hilda because I have titties the size of megaton
bombs," Hilda proudly stated as she placed a hand under each enormous
mound and pushed it high up on her chest, making her green bra
squeeze against her assets. "These babies are American originals,
John. These whoppers are the most unforgettable part of the majority
of these guys' high school experience. I got the best tits not only
in Taft And Adams High School, but in the whole freaking state. I won
the Biggest Chest In The Southwest contest in 2003 and the Miss Buxom
Boob Queen award in that pageant put on and sponsored by Mrs.
Buxsom's Bras For Busty Broads last summer."

John shifted in his seat a little and gave her a grin that was sly
and cunning.

"Impressive," he stated as he seemed to feel the crowdedness in his
khaki slacks grow unbearable in its immensity.

But his penis was not slack by any means. It was beginning to swell
to what could be described as a gargantuan snake of a sex organ.
Hilda could make out the outline of John's prick hanging and
stretching down the side of one leg for a great length. Hilda could
not even begin to estimate how enormous this boy was. She had spoken
too soon to Kenny, for Mr. Peenaster had Mr. Long beaten in size by
many, many inches. This was frightening when she recalled that Kenny
was a full ten inches when he was at his apex, his absolute longest
and hardest point. Hilda knew that she was in for something that was
going to be like nothing she had ever witnessed in her nearly four
promiscuous decades of fucking and savoring johnsons of every length
and thickness.

"Hil, I do believe that you and I have something rather special in
common. We share a similarity," John breathed in utter confident
poise as he reached for the zipper of his pants and slowly dragged it
down, using suspense to hold Hilda rapt at attention at the same time
that her bright green panties were beginning to grow very, very
wet. "We are different in obvious fucking ways. You're a fucking girl
and I'm a fucking guy. But Hil, we share something very special in
common. We are both people of great abundance, great immensity and
great size. You've got a set of headlights on you the size of fucking
basketballs. Real beauties, really. And I'm abundant in my way too.
I've got a penis so long and so thick that it hurts for me to have an
erection when I am wearing pants, especially jeans, which is why I
never wear the fucking things."

John paused for effect and continued to unzip his fly in a slow
motion way that seemed to go a millimeter at a time. Hilda gasped as
she now made out the outline of his penis, the head of it leaning
against his knee. Then he spoke again.

"My dick is a fucking huge one. Huge is such an inadequate word to
describe something so amazingly and overly abundant, both in length
and girth. There's enough here for about six guys' penises in my
complete size. If this thing was split up and endowed to six people,
you could have six guys with about six fucking inches a piece. These
guys would be way the fuck above average. Anxious yet? Curious yet?"

"I'm beginning to get curious," Hilda Humper spoke up, interrupting
him and attempting to conceal the quavering of pure exhilaration in
her sexy voice as well as her breathing that made her award-winning
whoppers quiver with horny fucking excitement. "Now enough yammering.
It's time to see that monster tube snake in your drawers."

John Peenaster adjusted himself in his chair and then gazed into
Hilda's beautiful eyes that glimmered and were wide, pupils dilated
with a mixture of excitement and good old fashioned horniness.

"Baby, I'm not quite done talking yet. There is another thing. This
big trouser snake that I have housed in the zoo cage of my khakis
could make quite a fucking mess for you."

"Mess?" Hilda asked as she began to unhook her canyon-cupped
brassiere.

"This is not any ordinary penis," John explained as he studied her
mountainous knockers that were just now coming into view. "This thing
could end up causing you to have to go and remodel your whole office.
Because of its sheer uniqueness and length and girth, it has a
tendency when it reaches, shall we say, nirvana. It tends to never
stop."

"You mean that it never stops......?" Hilda spoke a fragment of the
sentence, getting his point as her terrific tit twins flowed out of
her bra, springing free and making the snake in John's pants stretch
past his knee.

"Yep," John said matter-of-factly as he shed his shirt and tie and
then began to undo his belt and lower his pants, just enough however
to get Hilda anticipating. "It never stops fucking squirting and
coming. This fucking big boy is like a geyser, baby. All kinds of
that sticky shit coming out of my prick like a motherfucking flood.
Holy fuckerfuckers, those damn motherfucking titties are as huge as
motherfucking shit, Headlight Hilly. Nice ones. But with regard to my
horsecock, I just thought I would warn you ahead of time there,
studentfucker."

"Oh, John," Hilda replied in mock gratitude, allowing her heavy
circles of boobieflesh to jar back and forth to titillate his
penis. "You are so thoughtful. What would I ever do without you?"

"I guess you'd keep fucking the little boys' dicks," John quipped in
a rapid fire comeback. "But now you got the absolute fucking biggest
and the fucking best."

Hilda paused and then took off her green panties before she came
closer to John Peenaster. John smiled as he checked out her tiny
triangle of blonde pubic hair and not far below that, her sweet pink
and nether pussy lips.

"I guess I'll have to see your cock before I can make that judgment,"
Hilda spoke softly as she moved a finger to her little cunny and then
probed in and out of it, cooing with each deft penetration of her
feminine cleft. "So you better pull that sucker out. I've got to go
to lunch soon. Plus, I promised the janitor that I would suck his
penis today. He likes to come in my mouth after a hard day's work.
Those horny proletariat horndog motherfuckers. Marx was fucking
wrong, but he would sure as shit still be proud of me for keeping the
workers' wee wees sated. Now pull that crazy cock out of your fucking
pants, fucker."

"All right. All right," John relented at last, his dick feeling as
hard as a steel beam at this point in the game. "Here's your prize,
Hil. I only ask you to feast your eyes upon the ninth natural ever-
fucking wonder of the ever-fucking world."

John rose from his chair and dropped his khaki pants to the floor of
the office. Beneath them his monster phallus was swollen and
throbbing beneath boxers that were adorned all over with little
cartoon sets of boobies. His extra lengthy pecker was in full view,
only partially covered by the leg of his boxer that it jutted down
through and that kept it from snapping upwards. His penis hung
completely to his knees and a little past. Hilda whistled and then
moaned aloud, her hand strumming her nub like a naughty violin
string. Slowly and probably with more drama than was necessary, John
pulled his silly boxers straight down, freeing his cock from the
boxer leg it hung through and the naked-boobied Humper screamed as
her new student's wee wee sprung up and stood straight, three feet of
dick unfettered.

"I'm all dick, darling," John spoke to her with a grin that said he
was a potential Guiness World Record winner.

It was too big to be true. Hilda was several feet away from John when
he pulled his johnson free. When the boy's dick snapped up and out of
his drawers and smacked her in the boobs, she let out a cry that
seemed to suggest an apoplectic seizure.

"Holy fucking shit! It's not fucking possible!" Hilda screamed,
cursing in front of her new student for the first time and making the
objects on her desk rattle with the sound waves that she generated.

John Peenaster's member extended out for what seemed like forever, an
eternity of protacted pecker. Hilda thought that his over three feet
of penis was a hard rigid pole of numerous fuck possibilities. In his
case, that pole would be a flagpole. It was the longest pecker that
Hilda had ever seen. Jutting out into a stalk as long as a rifle,
John was a monstrosity. And this was no pencil-dicked monstrosity
either. John's super long weanie stick was a truly amazing five
inches around in thickness. This boy had a slab of a pecker, its taut
skin drawn out into what was a tree trunk of a sex organ. The head of
John's penis, which was touching one of Hilda's breasts from several
feet away, was the size of a baseball. His mushroom head was so big
around that right now it looked like it could not possibly fit into
any pussy. Hilda didn't know how she would get it into her mouth. It
would definitely take some fucking doing and Hilda would fucking do
it.

"Oh, fuck!" Hilda cried as her hand touched the giant head, the pee
wee head, of John's neverending length of pipe. "I can't even get my
hand all the way around this big fucker!"

"John Holmes, eat your fucking heart out!" John cackled as his thirty-
six inch manhood throbbed and bobbed with its head in Hilda's little
fingers. "I'm the fucking king of the fucking cocks!"

"Yes, you most definitely fucking are," Hilda agreed with a smirk as
she rubbed the tip of the baseball-sized head of his peter against
her erect left nipple. "This is a treasure to me, huge fucker. Oh,
shit, the head of this fucker is big. It looks like it's got a face
on it."

"No, but it will soon," John stated with a confident laugh, so erect
now that it almost hurt, but feeling all three feet of his maleness
tingling with a yearning for suck and a hunger for fuck.

"You got that goshdamn right, John baby. Oh, shit, sweetie. You're
big enough to be in a horse show, Jumbo John," Hilda laughed aloud,
her J cuppers cascading up and down with her fucking frivolity and
rapacity as she tried to get her dainty little right hand all the way
around the full thickness of John Peenaster's thirty-six inch
motherfucking three fucking feet of motherfucking spec-fucking-
tacular fucking prick. "Holy fucking shit, you crazy horse-cocked
motherfucker! I fucking still can't fucking believe it!"

"Believe it, Headlight Hilly, with the big motherfucking hills. Ha,
ha! Your knocking and bouncing and bobbing and rocking and knocking
knockers are making my bitchin' bulge of a cock harder than I can
ever remember. Hell fucking yeah, Hilly. My dick is as big and hard
as shit, you Huge-Tittied Teach."

"Oh my goodness gracious, proud fucker!" huge-chested Hilda Hannah
Humper squealed in a voice that was not at all like a teacher's voice
should sound as her heart pounded like a sledgehammer behind her ever
wobbling whoppers and she lost all her composure and began to spew
nonsense amidst her amazement like a load of semen from a coaxed
cock. "It looks like your fucking wee fucking wee isn't the only part
of fucking you that is fucking big. What in the fucking motherfuck
fuckerly fuckness are those fucking fuckity fuck fuck, 'look at
fucker grow' fucking things hanging the fuck between your fucking
leggity leg fuckity fuck fucks, you motherfucking fuckerfucker? Your
fucking testicles! Ohhhhhh, weeeeee, shit, my fucking baby! That's no
simple sack, John! That's a set of fucking softballs you got there,
baby! Oh, shit, I'll bet those crazy fucking things could hold enough
fucking semen in them to feed all the women at a Humper family
reunion! Fuck, John!"

"A cheap blonde bimbo like you must be in fucking dick heaven," John
laughed haughtily as his cock, which was the length of a rake handle,
bobbed within her grasp and his softball balls wiggled, still
carrying heavy cum cargo as he reached to mindlessly knead her
cartoonish and carnal chest toys. "You can't even get your little
fucking girly hand around that shit and my balls are too fucking big
for you to handle too. My softball cum-holders are building that shit
up for you to drink, bitch. I guarantee you that this is a fucking
first for a hungry fucking cum-guzzling sperm-burper like you."

"Watch your big motherfucking mouth, John!" Hilda snapped in a voice
tinged with ire and slapped the head of his dick with the back of her
hand. "Nobody fucking talks to Hilda Humper like that! I don't give a
shit how big their fucking pecker is or if their balls look like
fucking cantaloupes! Understand, motherfucker? I fucking own this
fucking school and most of the wee wees in this previously fuck-
forsaken town, you arrogant little fuck! So if wee wee wants a fuck
or a suck or whatever the fuck it is you want, you better fucking
treat this J cup goddess of tittie glory with some motherfucking
respect! Get the fucking picture, Long John Silver?"

John looked serious for the first time since he and his protruding
pee wee had entered her office and almost fearful that he would be
forced to leave the office without some pussy, tittie, or fellatio.

"I guess that was a little out of line, Miss Hilda," John said in a
wincing, almost sorrowful voice. "All right. Jumbo John apologizes.
But will you please, please suck him? I would be so damn honored to
have a beautiful woman with titties as fucking big as your
basketballs to fellate the fuck out of my lamp post."

"Now that is the surefire fucking way to get a woman to do what you
want, John," Hilda replied, smiling broadly in a toothy beam that
John thought was angelic as her perfect face softened again. "Of
course I would love to suck the fuck out of your big tree trunk of a
dick and empty those barrel balls of yours. Or whatever other way we
can get that fucker to flood the room. Tee hee. How do you want to do
this? What position would make it most comfortable? I'm not used to
sucking cocks quite this fucking big."

Hilda lovingly rubbed and stroked this treasure of a phallus with her
horny little hands and then reached below it to weigh each of his
softball gonads with care, imagining how much jism they held for her.
It was like she was gripping a shovel and smoothing the handle,
rubbing away the splinters right before she began digging and then
being transported magically to a supermarket produce section to weigh
fruit. Her killer cum-inducing knockers quivered with the effort yet
again.

"I want to make it as comfortable for you as possible, sugartits,"
John said in a syrupy swooning voice that told Hilda her burst of
outrage had tempered his ego, at least for the time being.

"I've got a real fine fucking idea," Hilda announced as she kissed
his penis somewhere at the thirteen inch mark before kneeling to lap
lavishly at his cartoonish nuts until he moaned audibly. "Tee hee
hee. And I do mean a 'fucking' idea too. Let's go in the faculty game
room. We will have some room in there and no telling what else we can
think of doing with this big fucker of yours. Want to, Mr. Horsecock?
Jiminy motherfucking Christmas, this motherfucker is so fucking big I
still can't fucking believe it! All of your equipment is! The cock,
the balls! All that good shit! Now let's go!"

"Sure thing, Miss Topheavy Studentfucker," John Peenaster retorted
with a smile and gave Hilda a long kiss on the lips and then took a
second to kiss each of her two jumbo juggies on their huge sweet
areolas before they both walked naked through the back entrance to
her office and into an expansive hallway.

As they walked, Hilda's giant bosom bounced so hard with her steps on
the hard floor that she thought her terrifically titanic tits would
slap her face. John's still erect penis bounced up and down and its
great girth and length slapped against the floor with a loud "whap"
several times, the head of his cock picking up several pieces of
discarded paper as it did. He felt like a well hung environmentally
conscious student at that moment and grinned as his balls swung like
sacks beneath his colossal cock, both of them anxious to soon be
emptied.

"Tee hee hee!" Hilda giggled loudly like a naughty nice-knockered
school girl as she plucked the jettisoned papers from the head of her
soon-to-be fuckmate's super-sized swaying swizzle stick and tossed
them handily in the nearest waste basket. "I've never seen a weanie
big enough to hit the fucking floor! Ha ha ha! And one that picks up
fucking garbage too! Cleaning up the school and shit! Tee hee! Crazy
cock! Crazy cock! Tee hee hee! That is some funny fucking shit! John,
that is fucking amazing! How did you get a pecker that long?"

"I'm a lucky, lucky guy. I am fortunate to be hung bigger than a
fucking horse," John held his penis down near the head to keep it
from slapping against the floor again in a painful fashion and with
his other hand he resumed fondling and feeling his top-heavy
teacher's stretchy and pliable twin set of beachball bazooms. "This
thing can get to be a nuisance sometimes. Sitting in class and having
a fucking erection can hurt like shit. This big swollen bitch
straining against my fucking pants and all the kids laughing. In gym
class I was a fucking circus attraction. The guys laughed their asses
off at a wanker this big. But the girls lined up to suck this fucking
horsecock and to play with my nutsack. It was both flattering to be
so fucking big, but embarrassing at the same time."

They strode, still very nude, towards the door marked 'Faculty Game
Room'.

"That is how it was with my titties," Hilda explained, recounting how
it felt to have tits so huge. "The guys would come up to me and
yell, 'Hilda, why are you stealing basketballs again!' It was fucking
humiliating to be the girl with the Dolly Parton tits. Now, as you
can see, they are worlds bigger than her titties and I'm not
embarrassed a fucking bit by these two fucking beautiful bloated
bouncing bitches. Now my students fucking call me 'The Queen Of Big
Boobery.' Tee hee. I find that fucking shit complimentary now. And I
reward their wankers for it, the horny little fuckers. These bouncing
boom booms are every boy's wet dream. And I let those boys of mine
wet them with their wee wees. Tee hee. They are bigger than any
woman's in town."

"I'm sure they are, Pumpkin Tits," John admiringly whistled and
roughly gripped her big bouncers as they stopped to open the door,
playing with them and tugging their pebbly sharp nipples. "I love
these bitches. Oh, fuck, yeah."

"You're going to fucking love what we do with them and that monster
Mr. Ed schlong of yours," Hilda giggled and squeezed his big pee wee
head until pre-cum dribbled out. "You're going to get to be a fucking
naughty boy. Oh, Mr. Dicky, you're leaking already. Those softballs
must have a lot to give me. Tee hee."

"I can't fucking wait."

"I sure can't fucking wait," Hilda said as she opened the door to the
faculty game room and then gripped John's big fucking thirty-six inch
fuckstick and used it as a handle as she tugged him through the door
after her, her turbulent titties slapping loudly against the plaster
of the wall as she did. "We are going to play some fun fucking games
with this big fucker of yours. Let's fucking fool around, baby. I'm
so fucking excited."

"Me fucking too," John Peenaster answered, surveying the game room as
Hilda Humper, his new teacher and a fucking nympho, rubbed his lamp
post length pecker. "I want to play some of these fucking games in a
creative new way. We can bring my big dick and your big fucking
monster-sized jugs into the mix."

In the game room there were several ping pong tables, several pool
tables, a pinball machine that had a very large-breasted blonde woman
getting fucked quite forcefully on it, and then some other game
tables that were not as familiar to him.

"How about some fucking billiards?" Hilda asked as she moved his
penis to her lips and gave it a kiss. "I want to play a really fun
fucked up version of pool with you. I don't know any other guy that I
could do it with. They don't have a goshdarn telephone pole between
their fucking legs, hanging there ready for a good fuck. I'll bet you
could be a seven fucker if that is what I wanted."

"Fuck seven times in a day?" John queried, already knowing that that
was what she meant as she teased the urethra of his jumbo johnson
with her left trembling tittie's sharp nipple. "I've fucking done
that shit. In fact, I have fucked more like eight or nine times. It
was a slow day for me."

"I know something you've never done before," Hilda retorted in a
challenging voice. "Ever played a game of pool without a fucking cue?
How is that for some motherfucking originality?"

"What the fuck?" John replied with a quizzical look on his face as he
touched his new teacher between her bobbling boobies, down where the
cleavage got deep and mysterious. "I have to admit that that is a new
one on me. Explain what you mean, studentfucker."

"I'm getting fucking excited just thinking about the fucking crazy
shit," Hilda giggled and her big bosom swayed and shook. "Does your
dick have a lot of dexterity?"

"Sure," John replied, gripping his monstrosity of a johnson with much
hubris as Hilda bent her head to lick the pee pee hole of his huge
pee wee head. "Fuck, that tickles! But, yes, due to its enormous
size, this fucker is more flexible than most cocks. What the fuck
kind of fucked up question is that?"

"Want to hear it plain, big fucker?" Hilda asked impatiently as she
raised her mouth from his wee wee and replaced it with one of her
boobs again.

"Shoot, teach," John snapped back, this time placing his own hand on
her left knock and stimulating his urethra with the nipple on it.

"You ever played pool without a cue, long fucker? It sounds pretty
fucked up when you get the drift of where this idea of mine is
fucking going."

"It sure fucking does, Hilda."

"John, I want to play you a game of pool right over there on that
fucking table. I use a pool cue and you use your big long fuckstick,"
Hilda spoke as she laid out her idea with no pretenses. "Get it? I
know it sounds like some fucking crazy shit to you. But honestly, I
think you and your big fucking wee wee would fucking love it.
Mmmmmmm. I'll bet it would feel good to your wee wee too."

"We are going to play a fucking game of pool with my pecker even
before you suck me or I get to fuck your sweet pussy?" John asked his
teacher as he fondled her swollen jugs once again, his greedy hands
kneading the huge fuckers like a deprived man with a cheap hooker. "I
don't know how long I can wait for a fuck. I'm pretty fucking horny."

"I promise you, sweet cock," Hilda almost begged him, letting her
tongue slide across the head of his donkey dick provocatively,
teasingly, yet never losing her eye contact with him. "This will be
so fucking erotic for you that your dick will go nuts to fuck the
shit out of me when the game is over. You know what, John?"

"What?" the youth asked, his hands, mouth and penis wanting her
boobs, her mouth and her wet pussy like he was a junkie craving a fix.

"Sometimes I fucking think that as a fucking teacher I should set a
better fucking example for you and not use so much motherfucking
profanity," Hilda said with a grin as her finger rubbed the underside
of his cockhead. "Then I say 'What the fuck? You're a fucking adult.'
Know what I motherfucking mean, teacherfucker?"

"Sure fucking do, you crazy fuck," John Peenaster replied with a
chuckle as he followed a horny Hilda to one of the pool tables that
was situated closer to the wall of the game room, still reveling in
the fact that they were both nude and that Hilda's body was majestic
in all its excess of size and imminent fuckability and boobiedom.

When they got to the pool table, Hilda racked up the fucking billiard
balls.

"Are you ready to play against a fucking pool shark?" Hilda Humper
asked with a saucy smile as she crouched and hung her big titties
over onto the table, and the size of them spilled onto the soft green
like two forces of nature. "This is going to be a fucking fun, but
very fucked up way of playing some billiards."

Hilda got a pool cue and chalked it with the tiny cube of blue chalk
that sat on the edge of the table and then rubbed the cube of chalk
softly over each of her cherry red nipples until they swelled even
longer with blood and grew more pointy and erect. After getting John
to lick and suck the chalk from each of her nipples and areola, she
was ready to play some billiards. The buxom bimbo positioned the pool
stick deftly in her hands and perched it just to the right of her
right tittie.

"Shit, this is so fucking weird," John Peenaster said as he got a
stool to sit upon and took his very erect thirty-six inch anaconda of
a dick and positioned it in his hands as if he were lining up for a
shot and ready to break the billiards and send them scattering across
the dark fuzzy green table top. "But since I am the one who has to
use his fucking pecker to play pool with, I think I should get to
break."

"Fair enough, donkey dick," Hilda replied with a giggle as she leaned
towards him, not having to extend herself too much because of his
sheer length, and then let her tongue lick the head of his big
whopping pee wee mushroom crown like she was lapping the ice cream
from the top of a sugar cone and reveling in the flavorful sweetness
of it. "Mmmmmmmmm. I can taste pre-cum wee wee fluid, big fucker.
Ohhhhhhhh, sweet prick. With a weanie this motherfucking big, I think
you could say that you hung the moon right now and I would just
fucking agree with you. So break, my big fucking boy. If you win, I
will suck your dick three times in addition to fucking you. How does
that sound, you horny fucking son of a fucking bitch?"

"Super spectacular, baby!" John said as he held his penis, pushing it
way up high and wiping his newly excreted pre-cum that stickily clung
to the end of it right on Hilda's thick ruby red lips. "How do you
like your pre-dinner snack, Angeltits? Taste fucking good to you?"

"Mmmmmmmmm, yes!" Hilda shrieked and then kissed his penis head as a
reward for his audacity and gutsy show of sexual chutzpah. "That
tastes absolutely yummy too! That wee wee juice coming out of you is
some of the best I have had for a while. I am something of a wee wee
juice connoisseur. I've had more varieties and flavors than almost
any woman around. It takes so sweet, teacherfucker. Mmmmmmmm, and
even fucking sweeter going down. Yummy yummy is your cummy cummy! Tee
hee!"

John chuckled at this remark that he found particularly amusing and
not at all surprising. Hilda was definitely not your average American
school teacher. He wished that he had more like her. John knew that
all those dames in the teaching game would love his thirty-six inch
prick. He also knew that he would find few with titties as fucking
big as Miss Humper's beachball bazooms that stretched every brassiere
to the breaking point and made the straps dig into her shoulders,
which by now were so strong that she felt like she could carry
several hundred pounds on them. Having to go through life with
boobies as big as hers had strengthened her and made her body very
powerful. Hilda, however, did not keep herself in such good shape by
going to the fitness center. Most of Miss Humper's exercise was
obtained while she was on her back, while she was screaming and
crying and fucking, with a huge wee wee slammed to the hilt in her
fuckhappy pussy as her titties fucking bounced like motherfucking
basketballs amidst the coital delight.

"Let's start this fucking game," John announced as he gripped his big
schlong, still erect and making him brim with self-assurance. "I'm
going to break these fucking billiards."

"Wheeeeee!" Hilda said with a mixture of horniness and excitement as
her big bombshell boobies leaped in unison and her pussy grew sopping
wet at the sight of his penis that stretched to awe-inspiring
proportions. "Now use that big motherfucker!"

John Peenaster thrust hard at the waist like he was getting ready to
eliminate a hymen and the gargantuan head of his wee wee struck the
white ball with much force and sent it careening powerfully into the
triangular line-up before him. The solids and stripes went flying in
all directions. Two striped billiards went sliding into the farthest
corner pockets and one striped ball quickly landed in the left side
pocket. Seconds after that, another striped ball fell almost
lackadaisically into the right side pocket. Hilda was flabbergasted
at his penis pool skills.

"Wow," Hilda Humper whistled as two of her fingers found their way
naughtily into her scalding hot and very wet little cunny and began
to rub her clit and then dart in and out of her slot. "Gives a whole
new meaning to the term, pocket pool."

"How is that for fucking skills?" John half yelled, half queried as
he rubbed a dab of blue chalk on the huge head of his penis and slid
it down off of the pool table. "This dick is hot!"

"Amazing," Hilda replied as she raised her wet fingers to his
face. "Have a taste of me before you take another turn, penis pool
boy."

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" John exclaimed as he took her fingers in his mouth and
tasted her sweet juices. "Mmmmmmmmmm! Tastes like fruit! I love it!"

"Lick my fingers all clean, funny honey," Hilda moaned and made her
titties shake so hard that it could have almost been described as a
virulently violent shake. "It is giving me a little orgasm just
having you taste my fingers, thinking of you savoring my pussy
juices, reveling in the fruits of my womanhood. Oh, yes, John! Yes!
Yes! Yes!"

The sight of Hilda rattling with a hard, fucking awesome orgasm, made
the pre-cum dribble uncontrollably from the tip of the still erect
thirty-six incher that jutted out like a plank before young John. He
wanted to fuck this tart so fucking bad. He was just afraid that his
dick would flood the whole floor when she finally made him come. He
only had a few more balls to knock in the holes before he won the
game. John Peenaster was a rather good pool player, much like Paul
Newman in "The Hustler" who had a deft ability to win. He doubted
that ol' Paul had ever used his penis for a cue before though. For
most peckers it would prove to be painful. For John, however, his wee
wee was a thick, taut and thoroughly tough one. It had plunged into
the pussies of some of the hottest chicks in his former high school.
On Christmas Eve, John had taken the biggest-breasted girl in the
school under the bleachers and had her suck his wee wee till he came
in a flood and she had swallowed until her stomach was puffed out and
full. Just the thought of that blonde-haired chick kneeling before
him in a Santa suit was too much. John had ejaculated so much that
she had skipped the dinner that was served later that night at the
Christmas party. She had preferred the "dinner" that he gave her and
had continued to let him "serve" it to her for many more cocksucking
months to come.

"Finger me!" Hilda screamed, interrupting his thought and grabbing
his wee wee like it was a door handle and squeezing it until the
semen was leaking out of him in dribbling streams. "Finger my cunny
wunny and rub the fucky wucky out of my nubby wubby, you big-dicky
wickied motherfucker wucker! Tee hee!"

Hilda shrieked and moaned as John fingered her pussy and rubbed her
clit. One thing led to another and before they knew it they had
pushed all the billiard balls into the pockets and had both crawled,
still buck naked, onto the green playing surface of the pool table.

"How do you want to do this?" Hilda asked her student, her breathing
sounding like a locomotive as she gingerly rubbed the head of his
telephone pole-sized dick with both of her insufficient hands which
made her look like a baby trying to hold an oversized play toy.

"Well," John said, grinning widely as he pinched one of her large
areolas between his fingers and pulled very gently. "I think,
considering my size, that doggie style is our only fucking option. I
can be way back away from you and slide a few inches in from a little
distance away. What do you think about that?"

"What does it look like I fucking think?" Hilda asked in a naughty
little girl voice as she got on all fours and shifted her big ass in
his direction and then moved her legs apart and then her arms, so
that John could have a good view of the educator's hanging mountains
that scrubbed against the table top. "I'll bet your fucking wee wee's
so fucking big that we could fuck each other while being in different
rooms. Tee hee! Now fuck that cunny good, fine fucker!"

"Hell fucking yeah!" John whooped loudly as he moved into position
and Hilda reached back to help move his long protracted peckerhead
into the portal of her cunny slot, the lips of her labia open and
prepared for his entry.

"Ooooooooo!" Hilda expressed a moan as her pussy took his thick
baseball-sized head. "That fucker is so huge it feels like it is
going to hurt me, it is so fucking enormous! It does hurt a little!
Oh, hurt me so good! Hurt my pussy good! Open me up with some good
log-jamming! Shove that fucker in and grab my hanging hooters, Big
John!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhh, yeah!" John Peenaster grunted and cried out as he
entered her with skin tight efficiency, his dick so big that it took
some work to get it into her wee wee receptacle. "Now I am way back
here, but I can still fuck you so good that you will think you have
died and gone to heaven."

"Yes! Yes!" Hilda screamed as he began to thrust inside of her so far
that she thought he might be in her womb by now. "That is fucking
wonderful! Make that big fucker come out my mouth! Ohhhhhhh, it's too
fucking big! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Fucka, fucka, fucka, fucka!"

"Hey, Hilda," John said in a questioning voice as he let his wildly
grasping hands surround every inch of her dangling whoppers he could
handle, feeling her canal squeezing tight as shit around him. "Do you
have the janitor's phone number?"

"Sure, why?" Hilda asked as her nails dug into the edge of the table
and her big fanny moved against his schlong.

"Cause judging from the way my fucking prick feels now, it won't be
long until I fucking come and I know it is going to be one hell of a
fucking mess when I do!" John said, laughing as he fed her all that
he could of his thirty-six inch eighth wonder of the world and smiled
as her fuckhungry pussy anxiously and sloppily took it. "It's going
to go all over your big ass and your legs and shit. It's going to
ruin this fucking pool table. Hell, yeah, bitch! Ohhhhhh, yeah! I'm
going to get some sticky fucking shit on you! About a motherfucking
gallon! Whooooooooo!"

"It feels so good," Hilda thought to herself, the surreal majestic
quality of it too wonderful to be true.

As her new well hung student buried his bulbous boner to the hilt in
her vagina, Hilda heard a voice that seemed to come from nowhere as
she approached her orgasm.

"Mom! Mom! Wake up! Wake up!"

Hilda Humper's fuck came to a close before her orgasm as she felt a
hand on her shoulder shaking her. Her eyes fluttered open with a
start and it was in this moment that she realized that her new
student, his three foot giant wee wee, his penis pool skills, and his
great fucking abilities had all been one wonderful, one unspeakably
wonderful and splendidly horny dream.

"Oh, shit!" Hilda cursed with a laugh as she snapped from her deep
sleep and surveyed the room around her, realizing that she was only
wearing her green panties and that her beautiful big boobies were as
naked as a jaybird. "It was only a fucking dream! I can't fucking
believe it!"

Before her stood a smiling Henry Humper, grinning amusedly and
gawking unashamedly at the two wonderful girl growths of bountiful
boobieflesh that adorned her chest like mammary meccas devoted to the
glorious forgotten god called Endowment.

"It must have been one hell of a dream," Henry laughed as he stood
with a smile before his topless mother who was still seated, her
round and plump fantasy of a fanny filling her rolling office
chair. "What happened in your dream?"

"Oh, sweetie," Hilda continued, smiling as she made out the outline
of his own enormous endowment inching its substantial length down one
leg of his pants and then rearing up in its egregiously and
inappropriately delightful reaction to his mother's humongous boobie
boom booms that were now turned into delicious jiggly tee tee flesh
with each of her movements as she spoke. "It was some fucking crazy
shit. I had a new student come to my office and he was really cocky
and shit, but he had a really big dick and his balls were as huge as
softballs. Whooooooo! That fucker was so big that you could fly a
flag from the son of a bitch! It was so hard that somebody could have
swung from that motherfucker! Henry, he had a goshdamn three foot
length of motherfucking wee wee! That shit was as tall as a lamppost
or some shit! I mean, wow! My pussy was wet, Henry!"

"Three feet! Softballs!" Henry exclaimed, wide-eyed as his mammary
mommy's story made his wee wee grow longer and thicker by the minute
till his twelve inches almost hurt to stay inside his pants and
longed to escape his corduroy confines and see the light of
day. "What happened after that, Mom?"

"Everything, sweetie," Hilda replied with a smile as she reached
forward with her right hand to touch the bulge of Henry's groin, the
swell that made the crotch of his corduroy slacks stretch out into an
exaggerated tent-like lump. "I was licking his three foot cock and
shit, then we played some fucking pool and he used that fucker as a
cue. I'm not fucking shitting you, honey. Ohhhhhhhh, heavenly fucking
shit, baby! Then he stuck that big fucking glorious penis of his into
my pussy and that bitch barely fit! Tee hee! The head of that son of
a bitch was the size of a baseball! Wow!"

"A baseball?" Henry retorted loudly and incredulously, moving closer
to her chair as his naughty mother tightened her grip on his private
area and began to squeeze the outrageous tent of pitched penile
protrusion. "Ohhhhhhh, now that feels good, Mom. Squeeze wee wee
harder. But a baseball? And three feet of cock?"

"No fucking shit, sweetie cock boy," Hilda cooed with a laugh,
leaning forward and sneakily brushing her naked J sized sacks of
tittie against his bulging restrained maleness with a grin that
looked devilish. "I guess I missed seeing my new student, huh?
Ohhhhh, goodness, baby! Golly neds, he liked that, didn't he, Henry?
Wee wee jumped inside your undies when I brushed him with the Boobsie
Twins!"

"Oh, Mommy! He's as hard as a steel beam!" Henry moaned, pressing his
straining crotch up against her wobbling set of mountaintops till he
felt his wee wee dribble inside his underwear. "But I can't measure
up to your three foot long wee wee dream boy."

"Ohhhhhhhh, Henry," Hilda chuckled, reaching forward casually and
unzipping the fly of his corduroy pants before undoing the button at
the top of his slacks and sliding them down. "Tee hee. I guess we'll
just have to make the best of what we have here, big fucker. Tee hee.
But I wouldn't worry too much about not having a three foot wee wee,
sweetie. The only kind of pool you were ever any good at took place
in your pocket, Henry. Tee hee."


THE END