"Marsha Knockersfield and the Gulag Archipelago"

This is a satirical Humper tale that takes place two years in the
past, when Henry Humper was only 16 years of age and still
breastfeeding. This story demonstrates without one solitary doubt
that radical extreme liberalism is a mental disorder and one that
should be treated as promptly as possible. Enjoy.

Starring the Wee Wee King of Taft and Adams High, Henry Humper in:
"Marsha Knockersfield and the Gulag Archipelago"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur with apologies to and
great respect for Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn.
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


"Hurry up, dammit! I'm fucking starving!" Henry Humper yelled to his
best buddy as he took his lunchbox out of his locker and slammed it
shut with his foot, pushing its contents back into the metallic tin
container as he felt his stomach rumble. "I didn't have time to get
much breakfast this morning and I'm about hungry enough to eat the
hind leg off a fucking horse. I'm actually hungrier for food than for
pussy right now. That's pretty motherfucking hungry!"

"Okay, all set," his friend responded, grabbing his own brown-bagged
meal as they walked in the direction of the cafeteria at Taft and
Adams High School. "Whatever happened with that Chemistry shit?"

"It fucking sucks," replied Henry with a pissed off scowl. "That
fucking bitch, Mrs. Laraby gave me an after school detention for not
finishing my Chemistry assignment on time. I asked her to give me
some more time and she refused. Women! Sometimes they really piss me
off. She's a bitch! I don't give a shit how big her fucking titties
are! I mean, she has to wear Buxsom brand bras and shit, but she's
still a bitch! Although, come to think of it, I wouldn't mind
tittiefucking her!"

"Yeah, I know how it is. School fucking sucks. I just want some big
tits and some nice ass," his friend responded, opening the door to
the crowded cafeteria and allowing Henry to enter first, almost in
deference to his legendary status at the high school, especially
among all the busty broads.

"And you even fucked her the other day, didn't you?" his pal, Cliff
Hungus, the quarterback for the Taft and Adams football team and a
guy who also had a reputation as a frequent fornicator among all the
chesty cheerleaders he had boned, asked him with genuine curiosity as
they headed to their usual table, a lengthy table where some busty
and jiggly-tittied cheerleaders and some of the other players on the
team always had lunch.

"Nah, but I wiggled my tongue around on her clit a little bit after
class and sucked her big triple E honkers for some fucking kicks. But
who's really keeping track? She should have shown some motherfucking
gratitude!" Henry snapped, recalling the sight of her feminine parts,
her exposed cunny and her heavily rounded, and still pert at 40,
womanly whoppers that made the long stalk inside his Dockers begin to
crowd the limited room inside his Fruit Of The Loom boxers that Hilda
had bought him for wee wee's comfort.

"Wow, Henry! You sure are the lucky one!" Cliff exclaimed earnestly
to his best friend, amazed at the number of chicks Henry had
fucked. "Here you are, only sixteen and a sophomore and you're
bagging a teacher! I guess it helps that you have the biggest dick at
old T and A High!"

"Hee hee hee! Well, I tell ya, pal, it sure don't fucking hurt,"
Henry responded, punching his friend playfully in the arm as he took
his seat at the long cafeteria table. "The chicks love a big fucking
boner."

Sitting across from him was Gina Hughes, affectionately called Gina
Huge by most of the guys in the school because of the enormous size
of her impressively fucking huge and heavy feminine assets. Gina had
developed very early, sporting a sizable rack as early as seventh
grade, and now that she had finished puberty, she had one of the
biggest sets of titties at Taft and Adams High School, not counting
Henry's own mother's, of course, or his sister Harriet's and a few of
her wonderfully slutty and erection-inducing, chestily charming
cheerleader friends.

"Hey, Gina!" Henry said in a husky voice, grinning arrogantly as both
of his pupils went to the size of saucepans as he gawked with more
enjoyment than amazement at her spacious sacks of tittie skin. "You
sure do fill that sweater out very nicely!"

Henry presumptuously reached sneakily across the narrow table and put
a hand under each of her tightly brassiered G cuppers and mashed his
hands down playfully around the two soft abundances of flesh.

"Hopping hooters in motherfucking Humperland!" Henry exclaimed as he
clenched her tenth grade fucking cheerleader cantaloupes that were
even bigger than the school spirit that the buxomish girl possessed
and exuded without reservation on the sidelines of every football
game beside his stacked sister, Harriet and her top-heavy tart
friends, Missy Cummings and Bunnie Mounts, all of whom equaled sexy
Gina in the boobie department.

"I'm hungry, you big-boobed sexy bitch, and it sure ain't just for a
fucking peanut butter and fucking jelly sandwich either. Ha ha ha! I
could play with these huge fucking juggers of yours all fucking day,
Gina Hugeuns! Ha ha! Look at these fuckers, Cliff!"

"Look at 'em?" Cliff responded with a boyish laugh, loving the sight
of her monumental and mightily magnificent boob twins that pressed
hard against the fabric of her overwrought sweater. "I don't want to
just fucking look at them! These titties are made to be touched!"

While Henry had Gina's right breast firmly resting in his huge hand
while he kneaded and squeezed it like bread dough, Cliff reached out
with his paw and grabbed her other knocker, using his hand in an up
and down motion as though he were trying to gauge the weight of it, a
weight that was substantial and consequential to the current
condition of his penis.

"Holy motherfucking shit, Gina! These things are humongous, and all
bouncy and jouncy, just the way I like `em. If we weren't in the
cafeteria right now, I'd have one of these juicy fucking fuckers in
my mouth, sucking on that pert little nipple of yours until I made
you scream with delight. You know, the way you did the other night in
my car. You should have seen it, Henry!" Cliff blurted out with
pride, turning to face his best friend, but never stopping his
fondling and feeling for a second. "There we were in the back seat,
getting it on. Gina had her legs wrapped around my waist and I was
firmly in the saddle, cock to the hilt in her pussy, when that idiot
cop came along and shone his flashlight in the window."

"Tee hee! Oh, that feels good, guys! My teatsie weatsies like!" Gina
squealed as both boys, her two favorite fuckbuddies and football
players, fondled the fun-loving chesty cheerleader's two big hood
ornaments as she breathed and moaned her horny, harlot-like approval
with all the drama of a girl getting paid. "But I managed to fix that
fucking situation pretty satisfactorily. Hee hee! Ohhhhhhh, tee tees
like, boys! Tee tees like!"

"Yeah, Cliff told me about that fucking shit," Henry Humper retorted
randily, feeling, savoring every square inch of her right wobbling
wiggling woman wiggle as he felt his twelve inch cock stand at full
force and press hard into the bottom of the lunch table, most of the
others students sitting amongst them so used to their usual naughty
sexual shenanigans that they just continued their current
conversations with little ado.

"So he pulled you out of the car, naked as a fucking jaybird and
almost arrested you then?"

"That's right. Mmmmmmmm. And I would have been arrested too if I
hadn't ended up sucking his dick right then and there. Oh, my
boobies! My boobies!"

Henry had shoved his lunchbox aside to make room to stretch even
further across the table and Cliff Hungus was leaning almost
lackadaisically at an odd angle to be able to effectively and
forcefully pull on and play with Gina Hughes' pliable flesh balloons,
to turn on the horny cheerleader and start a fire in her panties. But
mostly he did it just to satisfy his own ornery organ.

"And I thought it would ruin the whole night, but the cop sat down in
the back seat of his squad car while she was sucking him off, so I
just came up and tagged that pussy from behind!" Cliff exclaimed, his
own penis pulsating with joy under the table by this point, caressing
the living fuck out of the whorish broad's bounding and springing
bazooms. "It was a weird fucking angle, but I managed to get my long
weiner in that sweet little cunny. Right, Gina?"

"Holy fucking shit! You guys are making my panties wet!" Gina
squealed, squirming in her seat as the boys kept up the stimulation
of her golden globes, fondling them, squeezing them, kneading and
petting them.

Checking around the room to make sure there were no teachers in the
immediate vicinity, Henry even reached up underneath Gina's bulky
boob-laden sweater and insinuated his hand into the cup of her
overstuffed bra, squeezing her bare flesh while using his thumb to
torment her nipple until it was standing firm and erect, not unlike
his penis.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, you guys stop! I can't stand it anymore!" she squealed,
grinding her pelvis into the hard chair upon which she was seated. "I
will get you guys for this! You wait and see! Tee hee!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt!"

Henry laughed and finally removed his hands from Gina's worn out and
overworked chest trophies, at last turning his attention towards his
unopened lunchbox.

"Hell, yeah!" one of the football players at the adjoining table
shouted his approval as he watched Gina shiver with the sexual
orgasmic thrills that blasted through her soaking wet and puckered
pussy that moistened the inside of her tiny silk panties, her eyes
squeezing shut and her thick dick-sucking red lips opening and
turning upwards as she let out a sexy squeak of randy, rakish rapture
as the two male teens finally released their grip on her engorged
glands that toppled wildly, nipples hard as stones inside her G
cupped boobbags, her tittie-trappers that kept all her fucking
flailing femaleness in check. "Those fucking titties are bitchin',
man! You guys kick some fuckin' ass!"

It was a familiar friend, Chuck Dicker, who was also occupied with a
female, the always chest-heavy and knocker-gifted Bunnie Mounts.
Chuck sat right beside the dim-witted Mounts, both of them having
finished their bought lunches earlier and he had his right hand down
the front of her white blouse and inside her brassiere, enjoying the
gifts that her globe-giving genes had endowed her with.

"Tee hee, Chuckie!" Bunnie squealed, unzipping the front of his blue
jeans as he touched her, causing many of the other lunchroom diners
near them to laugh in unsurprised amusement. "My boobies, like,
really fucking like that fucking touchy wouchy shit you're, like,
fucking doing to them! Tee hee hee, Chuckie! My boobies, like, feel
fucking good!"

"I'm as hungry for this fucking lunch as a motherfucking horny
English student that just walked into my Mom's office is for her big
fucking tittie bombers. Hell, I'm as hungry as my wee wee feels when
I look through that hole in the bathroom wall at home and watch her
take a fucking shower, with her big fucking puppies all soapy and
wobbly and shit. But, boy oh boy, I'm even more fucking excited than
that! I'm excited as fucking shit about this lunch she packed me this
morning!"

Henry opened the latch on his Three Stooges classic metal lunchbox
with more than a little zeal as Cliff looked on with interest,
opening his own sack lunch as balloon-bazoomed Gina reached under her
skirt to dab at her sopping cheerleader pussy with a handful of
napkins.

"I am so fucking hungry," Henry spoke to no one in particular as he
pulled the thermos bottle from his lunch container and removed the
two lids, pouring some of the liquid into the one that also served as
a cup. "And I'm thirsty too. Mmmm, mmmmmm, good! This really hits the
spot."

"Holy fucking shit! Get a load of this!" Cliff shouted suddenly,
almost doubling over with laughter as he snatched the thermos bottle
out of his best friend's hand, Gina looking on with interest as she
reached beneath her sweater and then into her knocker-filled knocker-
holder and dabbed at the sweat that trickled across her boulder-sized
huge and tremendous tits. "The bottle says 'Mommy's Boobie Milk' on
it! Holy shit, Henry! Your mom sends you to school with a
motherfucking bottle of her breast milk?"

"Why...um.......sure," Henry responded, feeling slightly sheepish as
all heads at the table immediately turned in his direction, while
Gina cleaned the last drops of sweat from her bulky, bra-supported
boobies.

"I like tittie milk. So what? What's the big fucking deal?" Henry
asked rhetorically, poking at a piece of lint that rested on the
fabric atop Gina's colossal cans, stopping to press his finger into
the lovely velvety softness that was her chest.

"Well, I think it's sweet," Gina Hughes told him as she gazed at
Henry with an almost smoldering look of horniness and admiration,
beginning to rub her rubbery pair with her own hands by this point,
pushing and working the voluminous globs of girly flesh in a circular
motion that felt pretty fucking good to two out of her three favorite
places on her body. "Did she pump all that straight out of her big
boobies this morning, Henry? I mean, that's a big damn thermos of
tittie milk. Tee hee."

"No, actually this was in the fridge," Henry told her with a smile,
looking down at her disheveled sweater that he and Cliff had almost
torn asunder to get to paw at her overladen orbular chest humps as he
turned the cup of thin and very sweet mommy's mammy milk up to his
lips and felt the tasty substance, one that he had almost grown
addicted to, having spent the last sixteen years of his brief and
bizarre life drinking straight from the succulent source, coat his
mouth and slide down his parched throat for him to savor. "Momma
likes to give herself a good milking every evening. She always says
that she produces the fucking best tasting milk after a good dinner."

"Ha, ha, ha!" Cliff Hungus laughed uncontrollably as several snickers
from other students and comments of 'Holy shit, he's still
breastfeeding,' and 'Henry's still a big fucking tittie baby,' came
from other faceless sources that surrounded him.

"Mommy's Boobie Milk! Holy motherfucking shit! It's labeled and
everything! I mean, you're fucking sixteen-years-old, for fuck's
sake, man! Does she unzip the nursing bra for you when you cry at
night, Henry?" Cliff asked sarcastically with a chortle of
unrestrained amusement as he took a bite of the baloney and cheese
sandwich that his own rather busty mother, Wendy Hungus, had packed
him that morning before going to visit her plastic surgeon for nearly
superfluous breast implants that would increase her already
outlandish F cup whoppers to an even more ridiculous overendowed H
cup.

"Laugh all you want, asshole," Henry snapped, angry with his friend,
Cliff. "But I'm the one who gets to suck on those big fucking bra-
busters everyday. And what if she does wear a nursing bra? It makes
it easier to suck her titties on the go."

"Oh, come on, Cliff. Lay off Henry. I think you're just jealous.
That's what I think. If Henry wants to suck his mom's titties and
she's willing to let him, what's the big fucking deal? Now, shut up,
eat your lunch and leave Henry alone. Tee hee hee. I love moral
relativism. But it's probably not as much fun as sucking a relative.
Tee hee. Right, Henry?"

Henry nodded at stacked Gina's quip, trying to be discreet for the
moment as he took a large bite of his peanut butter and grape jelly
sandwich, washing it down with another swig from his thermos, all the
while staring at the table, feeling a little annoyed that his friend
Cliff had caused such attention to be drawn to him. But the milk
Henry drank was certainly good though. Henry could just envision the
massive milk-makers that excreted the sweet, lovely substance,
imagining Hilda working her big paps, squeezing her toughened teats
till she squirted milk from her lactating humps of hilly
hooterishness like she was Bessie the cow on Grandma June's farm. Not
that Henry could remember much about his grandparents' farm. He and
June had spent most of their time indoors with her 58-year-old
titties, which were, more often than not, outside the confines of her
outrageous K-sized bra cups, bigger and more colossally heavy that
any set of jumping juggers he had ever seen. Her cleavage was a deep,
wonderfully frightening and cavernous place where any man's wee wee
could get lost.

"What else you got in there, Henry?" Cliff asked, laughing playfully
as he stuck his hand inside Henry's Three Stooges lunch box. "Oh,
look! Chocolate chip cookies! You lucky dog! Your mom's cookies are
the best, next to her humongous honking studentfucking hooters, that
is. Hey, what the fuck is this?"

Cliff pulled a folded sheet of paper from out of Henry's lunch
container and waved it in the air as Henry tried his best to snatch
it back.

"Is this a love note, Henry?" Cliff asked, trying to fight Henry off
as he attempted to open the note and read its contents, drawing
buxomy-bazoomed Gina's immediate ire. "Did Mommy write ya a naughty
little sonnet or something after she pumped her boobies dry?"

"Damn it, Cliff!" Gina said, her gorgeous face frowning up with her
pissed off demeanor as she glared at Cliff, removing her hands from
her worn out whoppers as they fell back into place, dangling, yet
suspended and squashed inside her brassiere like two puckered and
nipple-pointed pups. "Just for that, Clifford, I'm not going to fuck
you anymore, cause you're an asshole! And also because Henry's dick
is a hell of a lot bigger too, little fellow! I'm gonna suck the fuck
out of his big whopping weiner after school in the parking lot too!
What do you think of that, Cliff? Your little weanie is going to have
to go without, you fucker!"

"Gina!" Cliff gasped, scared as shit of losing the frequent services
of her pussy, titties and accommodating wee wee-washing mouth. "NO!"

"Give me that fucking note, you son of a bitch!" Henry shouted,
managing to seize the note from his friend, who was being an asshole
at the moment. "That's private! Fucking leave it alone!"

Some snickers echoed around him and Cliff still grinned from ear to
ear at the absurdity of a high school boy who still breastfed, albeit
from an impressive set of mammary glands. Henry jumped out of his
chair, trying to use his body to wedge Cliff against the edge of the
table so that he could then try and grab the note from his hand. All
Henry could wonder was why on earth his mother had to write these
fucking notes and put them in his lunchbox every damn day. He knew
that if his friends saw them, he would be embarrassed beyond words,
but he didn't have the heart to ask his mother to stop writing them
as he wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. Chuck Dicker jumped up from
his seat and was going to help Henry retrieve the note when Cliff
suddenly lost his hold on the sheet of paper amidst the confusion and
it flew into the air. Henry, Cliff and Chuck watched as it landed
upon the shivering shelf that was Gina's bustline.

"I got it! I got it!" Gina screamed, her titties shaking excitedly as
she opened the piece of paper.

Henry lunged across the table to try and retrieve it from her grasp,
bumping her behemoth boobies, sending the stretchy, yet firm flesh
inside her underwire undulating like unctuous udders.

"What's it say?" several of those at the table shouted in unison as
Gina quickly perused the note and immediately nearly fell off her
chair, she was laughing so hard. It was a laugh that turned to
uncontrollable giggling, her chest protuberances confined, but pert
and heaving and leaping like two tawdry kangaroos, her sides shaking,
her eyes tearing up as she forgot her earlier ire and outrage, now
just amused as shit.

"Oh my fucking shit!" she finally was able to get out between gasps
of laughter, sending her fucking knockers into a fucking
frenzy. "This is the funniest shit I have ever read! You have got to
see this thing! Oh my goodness, it's just too fucking funny!"

Brunette breast queen, casual cocksucking cheerleader and champion of
frequent and frenzied sex, Missy Cummings quickly snatched the note
from Gina's shaking hand and fought off the attempts to stop her from
reading it by turning her back to all the boys and moving a few feet
away from the table.

"Tee hee hee! This is so fucking hilarious, I could just fucking die
laughing!" Missy screeched, her body bending at the waist, her skirt
going tight around her round and perfect ass, accentuating it as she
was overcome by a fit of laughter so forceful that it made her cough
until her face was red, her terrific titties thrashing and tears
streaming down her face. "Oh, Henry, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't
laugh, but this is, tee hee, so funny, tee hee hee, ha ha ha ha ha
ha!"

"I hate you all," Henry announced flatly, standing up and reaching
far enough over the table to snatch the note out of Missy's quivering
hand, smacking her in the hooters and making her squeal with
surprise. "This was a private note and none of you had any fucking
business reading it!"

"Oh, come on, Henry. Where's your sense of humor?" his friend Cliff
asked, as he suddenly reached out and grabbed the offending piece of
paper from Henry's clenched fist, ripping one corner of it as he did
so.

Jumping up on the table, Cliff started to read the note aloud,
beginning to convulse with laughter after reading only the
salutation. "My dear, sweet wee wee boy," he read. "Oh, shit, this is
fucked up."

The students at the table, mostly football players and top-heavy
cheerleaders, moved in closer as Cliff spoke in a voice that was not
loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear, but loud enough
for those closest to him to make out. Gina sat back down across from
Henry's chair and Henry angrily glared at Cliff. The heartless Hungus
finally lowered himself to the floor and sat down in the chair he had
occupied a minute before.

"Here we go," Cliff said with a smirk that was awash in his own
amusement at the sheer silliness and child-like nature of the note
his breast-feeding, tittie-sucking, boob-imbibing, milk-drinking
friend had been given by the teacher with the biggest set of
globular, gargantuan, swelling, swaying sweat glands the ol' Taft and
Adams High School had ever seen, and that was saying a lot.

Clearing his throat, and trying to gain control of his laughter,
Cliff began to read, aware of a hush having settled over all of the
teenagers sitting at the table. "My dear, sweet wee wee boy," he
began, chuckling, but able to keep himself from dissolving into
laughter. "I hope your day is going well, baby. I packed you your
favorite peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich and I included some
of my yummy chocolate chip cookies, because I know how much you like
them. Make sure you save enough of my 'oh so yummy in the tummy'
boobie juice to drink with the cookies. I expressed the milk last
night after dinner so it would be nice and tasty for my big cutesy
wootsey itty bitty tittie baby boy."

"Oh, fuck, this is hilarious," Cliff managed to choke out before
collapsing into fits of laughter, hearing the guffaws of the other
kids around him, every set of jumbo jugs nearby juggling around in
their cups due to the peals of unbridled feminine laughter.

"Fuck you, Cliff," Henry Humper said, begrudgingly sitting down in
the midst of the group that all leaned close enough to hear Hungus
read.

"Awwwww, lighten up, pal," Cliff told him with a pat on his shoulder
as he began the next line, Henry looking at several of the more
outrageous sets of funbags on the nearest cheerleaders. "My milk
always tends to make your sweet, dear, precious, and yet big, bad,
mean Mr. Wean get so excited and get all stiffy wiffy when you drink
my boobie woobie milk right from the source, you naughty tittie baby.
I've even seen your Mr. Wee Wee stand up as you drank it from a
glass. It's good for your pee wee, sweetheart. This note is getting
lengthy, as I'm sure your wee wee is by now too, Henry, so I'll just
encourage you in the most important thing in life. Take care of your
Mr. Wee Wee, baby. Keep your pipeys all nice and cleaned out. That
means to go to the bathroom and pee pee regularly, but there's more
to it than that."

All the kids within earshot were almost rolling on the floor with
hysterical laughter, and the guffaws coming from Cliff could be
easily heard above the din. Tears were streaming down his reddened
face and he was laughing so uproariously that at times he appeared to
be choking. Missy and Gina were giggling, holding onto each other for
support, their large boobie mounds jiggling like jello in a violent
earthquake.

Finally gaining some measure of control again, Cliff continued
reading. "You know what I mean, don't you, baby? You need to keep
that semen flowing out, sweetie. Otherwise, your ballie wallies get
all backed up and we can't have that, now can we? Whenever you have a
break, give yourself a nice tug or get one of the girls to help you
come. I know how they all love your big, bad Mr. Wean, your big-
helmeted warrior, your big fucker. Cause your big fucker needs to
come, sweetums, and get all that backed up jizz cleared out of your
two big nutties, or else you get all cranky and grumpy. The busty-
boobied cheerleaders would all gladly stand in line and pay money to
play with that big horseycock in your Fruit Of The Loom undies, baby,
so make sure they keep a regular hand, or even a mouth, on your Mr.
Wee Wee. There is nothing more important than that twelve inch
soldier hanging there between your legs. Not schoolwork, not your
future, not a college education. Nothing is more important than your
big fucker."

Cliff read more briskly now and clearly the rampant discussion in the
letter about Henry's penis and its size and its amorous needs had
excited more than one of the numerous humongously-hootered hussy
cheerleaders at the table, Gina among them.

"So," Cliff continued, feeling a stirring in his own loins, his wee
wee as rigid as a column supporting a superb structure. "Have a great
day, my sweet tittie baby, my big wee wee boy. If you need a ride
home from school or if you get thirsty for some boobie milk, drop by
my classroom after classes are finished. Bye, sweetums, and give wee
wee a pat from me. Signed, Your Big-Boobied Mommy."

"Oh, fuck, oh, shit, look how she signed it!" exclaimed Cliff,
holding up the note for all to see. "She put little tiny red hearts
inside the o's to make them look like boobies with nipples! Ha ha ha!
This note is a fucking scream!"

"Give me that!" ordered Henry, snatching the note back, not at all
amused at having been the brunt of the joke, and smarting a bit from
the ribbing he had taken from his best friend, chagrined as shit in
front of the numerous large-knockered cheerleaders whose pussies his
legendary wee wee had spent some time in. "I thought you were
supposed to be my friend, asshole! Now shut the fuck up about the
motherfucking note! I'm really pissed off!"

"Ahhhhhh, Henry, don't take it that way," said Cliff, already sorry
for what he'd done, betraying one of his oldest friends for a few
laughs from all the other kids.

"How the hell am I supposed to take it?" Henry asked, really angry at
Hungus' stupid stunt and also a little hurt by the fact that one of
his favorite top-heavy and well-whoppered fuckbuddies, and a girl
whose bountiful breasts he sometimes just liked to sit after class
and play with for fun, Gina Hughes, had joined right in on the
ribbing and humiliation once it got under way. "That was a private
note to me from my mom and you read it to everyone, you fucking
asshole! Some fucking friend you are!"

"Ahhhhhh, gee, Henry. Don't be sore," Cliff pleaded, feeling really
contrite now and trying to find some way to extricate himself from
the fucked-up situation. "To tell you the truth, I'm a bit jealous. I
mean, you get to suck those big fluffy knockers of your mom's any
time you want and she only lets me do it a couple of times a week. I
mean, how lucky can you get?"

"Yeah, don't be pissed off, Henry," said Gina, leaning over towards
him and touching the bulge in his pants with her small, dainty hand,
tapping one of her tits with a finger to add a naughty intention to
her apology. "To tell you the truth, that note made me all hot and
bothered, and I think it had the same effect on you. Am I right, you
big horsecocked fucker? Please don't be mad at us. Okay? I'll make it
up to you, I promise."

Sliding her fine and plump fanny out of the chair in which she was
seated, Gina ducked her head and buxom body down under the long
cafeteria table and knelt right in front of Henry's place.

"I'm sorry, Henry," the overly orb-laden Gina Hughes breathed sweetly
with sadness and regret in her voice as she rubbed her jiggly
knockers one by one against Henry's legs and then pulled her tight
sweater up and off and sat it atop the table. Henry noticed how
stretched and wrinkled it was from all the molesting he and Cliff had
directed upon her giant, round and heavy boobies that she barely had
forced under her top.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. I'm down to my big fucking bra now, baby, and
I am going to suck your Mr. Wee Wee so hard and long and make it feel
so fucking good that you'll forget all about this silly episode.
Ohhhhhh, I'm gonna take ya in my mouth and throat, you long, long
fucker."

Henry sighed and no one seemed particularly surprised when they all
heard the sharp sound of a zipper being yanked down with a swish and
the front of Henry's pants being slowly undone and opened.

"Come to me, you big fucker," Gina coaxed, wiggling her woman wiggles
sweetly against each of his two legs and then inserting her hand into
the front of Henry's opened trousers and boxers and immediately
finding the object of her search, already fully erect, standing at
complete attention. "Oh, Henry, I just love your big dick. It never
ceases to amaze me whenever I see it. I've sucked the whole football
team, but none of them can even hold a candle to your big cock. I
think it's time that this big-tittied whore gives your Mr. Wee Wee a
nice Lewinsky."

Lowering her head to the level of Henry's lap, Gina stuck out her
tongue and lapped at his engorged testicles, giggling when Henry let
out a deep sigh.

"Oh, yes, you are the best little cocksucker at Taft and Adams," he
told her, reaching down, working his hands inside her tittie-holders
and tweaking her succulent nipples. "Oh, do it, baby, do it." As if
in reply, Gina dragged her girly little tongue along the underside of
his elongated penis, stopping to pay extra special attention to the
ultra sensitive area just below the head.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck! Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Henry yelped, his
hands under the table, one inside Gina's brassiere, clasping, pulling
and clenching her jumbo right boobie, the other gripping her soft
feminine cheek, bracing her beautiful head as he felt his cock's own
spongy mushroom head slide into the warmth and moisture of her mouth,
which felt like paradise to his wee wee on the inside, knowing that
the sweet confines of her slippery gullet would be the next place his
painfully erect wee wee would traverse. "Oh, suck the fuck out of me,
you big-boobed hot piece of ass harlot! Suck it hard, Gina! Ohhhhhh,
I want it inside your fucking throat!"

Cliff looked on jealously and turned to the heavily-knockered, buxom-
boobed blonde sitting next to him and spoke oleaginously, directing
his words straight to her chest, "What was your name again, honey?"
Cliff asked the girl whose bobbling boobies were fucking huge.

"Karen," she replied with a smile, touching herself beneath her skirt
as she winked at him.

"Get down there and suck my dick," Cliff told her with a smirk,
reaching with absolute confidence and cupping one of her melon-sized
cupcakes and then petting it like he would pet the top of a dog's
head. "Take your top off and put my pecker in your throat."

"Sure, as soon as I finish eating this sandwich," Karen told him,
placing a hand atop the crotch of his pants and squashing her left
tittie provocatively into Cliff's shoulder. "Now, how big a boy are
ya?"

"Gee, that's not fairsy wairsies. I don't have a dick to suck.
Chuckie just went to class," moaned Bunnie Mounts, looking perplexed,
a pleasant change from her usual vacuous expression as she mindlessly
played with her own cheap and tawdry titties to amuse her addled and
very simple mind that was incapable of any complex thought. "Holy
shit! Here comes Ms. Knockersfield! Tee hee! I think she's, like, the
vice principal or something! Tee hee! You guys are going to get it!"

Reluctantly pulling her eyes away from the action going on beneath
the table, releasing her overly sucked and fucked out titties for the
moment, Bunnie gave her undivided attention to the tall woman who was
approaching the table quickly with her long-legged stride.

Ms. Knockersfield was 52 years old and had been vice principal at
Taft and Adams since before Henry's first year there. She was a
brunette, and quite attractive, despite the few extra pounds she
carried on her frame. Her most prominent feature, and the one the
male students liked the best, were her oversized breasts which were a
very full double F cup, usually overflowing the confines of her bra.
Ms. Knockersfield was very proud of what she referred to as
her "bodacious beauties" and she had the habit of walking with her
back very straight, her head high and her shoulders pulled back in
such a way that her atomic bomb-sized boobs jutted out straight and
proud from her chest. Many of the students had been known to joke
that Ms. Knockersfield's knockers entered a room fully five minutes
before she did. Because they were so large and stuck out so far, she
needed a pretty hefty, well constructed bra to hold her assets up and
together. Today she was wearing a knee length black skirt with
matching black high heels, and a blouse that was almost sheer, her
bra clearly visible beneath it, and the buttons that held it together
in front looked as if they were straining with the effort to keep
from flying off as she moved.

And adorning one of Marsha Knockersfield's mammoth and massive
honkers, clamped in place by a bra that could have enduringly held
two twenty pound bowling balls, was a blue button, prone as the
ludicrously endowed vice principal was to broadcast her often
strident and outspoken views. Pinned to Ms. Knockersfield's bountiful
left knocker, her whopper of a woman gland, the sweat gland that
would almost give sweating a good name, was a fairly sizable, though
dwarfed by the surface upon which it sat, blue button imprinted with
sharp white letters that spelled out the words "Planned Parenthood."
Beneath the Planned Parenthood logo, also in white letters, were the
words: "Abortion: It Brings Out The Kid In You."

Upon her other boob, her right and always wobbling, often fondled and
happily sucked right knocker, Knockersfield wore another button, this
one even bigger than her blue PP button that rested atop one of her
two twin Mount Everests of tittie wonder and majesty. It was a red
button. At the top of the red button was a yellow hammer and sickle,
the symbol that had once been seen on the flag of the old and now
fallen and defunct Soviet Union. Below the sickle and in matching
yellow letters were spelled out "ACLU." Below the logo of the ACLU
were the words, spelled in almost cryptically shaped letters, "Anti-
Christian, Anti-God, Anti-American." Marsha almost gleamed with pride
at the two messages her tantalizing twin puppies projected to what
she believed was a "benighted" and "unsophisticated" world.

Bunnie watched weak-mindedly as Ms. Knockersfield approached their
table, her breasts sticking out proudly from her rib cage, bouncing
only somewhat perceptibly as tightly restrained as they were by her
mammoth bra. Above each cup was a slight mound of flesh that
protruded from the top of the cup, flesh that gave new meaning to the
passage "her cup runneth over." Her high heels clattered across the
floor as she closed the distance to their table and smiled sweetly at
Bunnie as she approached.

"Hi, kids. Nice to see you all having fun, hee hee," Marsha chuckled
with a throaty laugh that was made that way by her tendency to chain-
smoke, often using the cleavage of her mountainous hunks of boobie
flesh to put out the cigarettes when she was done with them, mostly
to shock and entertain anyone who might witness her zany party trick,
entertaining both students and administration with her huge bouncing
fuckers. "Oh, hi, Gina. Didn't know that was you for a second,
although I suppose I should have recognized you, since it seems that
every time I see you, you have somebody's dick in your mouth. I just
wanted to ask you to keep it down a bit. Some of the other students
in the cafeteria are trying to study, and we all know how loud Henry
can get when he comes, don't we?"

"Ohhhhh, Cliff, that's wonderful!" Marsha exclaimed, tooting one of
her own titties with her hand as she spotted Clifford Hungus in close
proximity to Henry and Gina, the moans of sexual ecstasy almost
flying from his lips, his eyes tightly closed and the sight of Karen
Biggersmith's big round ass jutting out from under the table, the
slurps of her sucking very loud indeed. "Oh, Cliffy, you're getting
your big cock sucked too! That's splendid, just splendid, Clifford!
Oh, my, it is grand to see the scrumptious sight of students enjoying
the pleasures of the body! Grab her honkers, Cliff, and pull her
hair! Oh, it's wonderful! It's like being at Woodstock all over
again! My heavenly goodness, it's thrilling! Liberation, children!
Liberation, freedom and fraternity and fornication! Just stay away
from the brown acid! Hee hee! Just kidding, kids! Enjoy, enjoy,
enjoy!"

"You sure look lovely today, Ms. Knockersfield," Henry managed to say
between ragged breaths, his libido rising to a fever pitch as Gina
sucked away on his staff and he could feel Hughes' huge orbs
scrubbing firmly against his legs. "Why, they look good enough to
eat!"

"They feel pretty good too," laughed Cliff, reaching out with his
right hand and grabbing himself a handful of her fleshy orbs, fawning
over the counterculture administrator's rolling hills of hootery
satisfaction, perfect pliable plushness evident in every inch of her
sauntering sacks that his fingers touched. "Man, I'd love to suck on
these bitches again sometime, like I did in your office the other
day. Hell fucking yeah!"

"Oh, Cliff," Ms. Knockers, as her students often called her, said
with a breathy whisper, letting the star quarterback whose cock was
currently getting washed by the well-endowed wench beneath the table,
rub, savor and even roughly twist and pull on her original
Knockersfield brand knockers. "Mmmmmmm. Oh, take it easy, Cliffy. You
are almost hurting Momma Knockers' puppies. Ohhhhhhh, yes, sweetie.
But you know my office is always open to my students, tee hee. Oh my
goodness, what is that I see?"

Looking in the direction that the vice principal was facing, her
terribly heavy titties noticeably closer to the area than the rest of
her was, Bunnie and a few of the other students strained to see what
Ms. Knockersfield was referring to. All they could see was the back
of the head of one of the students sitting by himself, ostensibly
reading aloud.

"What in the world is going on over here?" Ms. Knockersfield said in
a voice that was on the verge of a shout, the overladen, slightly
overweight icon of big boobie boobiedom, the administrative measuring
tape of overbearing, overendowed knockers, snapped as she strode,
jiggling, wiggling, waggling and wobbling in the area of her
excessive globe-shaped flesh that could be seen partially spilling
over the brim of her crazy cups, walking frantically across the
cafeteria to the unassuming student who sat quietly and humbly
mouthing a prayer, saying grace over the lunch of hamburgers and
french fries that he had just purchased in the cafeteria lunch
line. "Just what do you think you're doing, mister? What is going on
at this table? This is unacceptable and completely inexcusable and it
will not be tolerated!"

"But.....but.....but I'm just saying a prayer of thanks for my lunch,
Ms. Knockersfield," the young boy stammered out as the lusty lady who
often ran Taft and Adams with an iron fist and iron titties, stopped
with a jar of her big breasts at his table. "I haven't done anything
wrong."

"My dear young man," Marsha replied, pulling herself up to her full
height, thrusting her heaving breasts forward even more as her ire
began to rise. "We cannot tolerate this kind of behavior in a school
cafeteria full of students. We have to monitor what goes on in here.
Surely you knew that this is completely inappropriate behavior and
will NOT be tolerated at Taft and Adams!"

"But those girls over there are giving those jocks a blow job, and
that behavior is tolerated?"

"Don't you sass me, young man," the irate vice principal roared, a
look of sheer fury washing over her handsome, rather than pretty face
as the words rose from her cigarette-parched throat that had also
held many an administrative wee wee. "Those kids are just having some
fun. Do you honestly think I would interfere with some students who
are only having some fun expressing themselves and letting off a bit
of steam between classes? I mean, boys need oral sex performed on
their penises on a regular basis. It helps keep their grades and
their school spirit high."

"And what is that book lying there beside your lunch? Is that a B-B-B-
Bible, a real B-B-Bible?" Marsha stammered with her shock and fury
and jutted her bra-trapped boobs out even further, attempting to
intimidate him using the sheer outlandishness and overweight nature
of her pliable set of jugs, her 'pretty pouty puppies' as she called
them, to scare the high school boy onto the path of what she
labeled 'enlightenment.' "There's a great big wall in this school,
son, and it's a BIG FREAKING WALL OF SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND
FREAKING STATE! Ya got it!"

"But that just means that the government can't set up a state
church," the student protested, moving his head back from the tank-
sized titties that threatened to knock him over. "That's what the
Founders believed."

"But it's not what that great secular saint, that great giant of the
19th century, the greatest thinker of all time, Karl Marx believed!"

"But all I was doing was saying a blessing over my lunch, Ms.
Knockersfield," wailed the young lad, frightened more than angry at
this point and hushed with sheer astonishment at a set of overbearing
jugs that could have been one of the national wonders of the
world. "I don't know why you're acting like I did something wrong."

"Do you want me to bring the ACLU down on you? Do you? Well, do you?"
the vice principal spit out furiously, moving in such a way that her
breasts whacked him over the back of his head, jerking it forward
enough to overturn the carton of milk he had been about to sip
from. "Because I will. I will NOT have this in MY school!"

Grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt, Ms. Knockersfield yanked
the surprised student to a standing position and began to propel him
toward the exit doors of the cafeteria, causing a cacophony of chaos
to generate within the area of her chubby chest charms, the two
encased mounds managing to fly in all directions due to the wild
unpredictability of her frantic movements.

"Now you get down to my office right this minute, do you hear me?"
she shouted at him, releasing her hold on his garments only when he
nodded in the affirmative as she finally attempted to adjust her
pleading and begging bra straps that almost cried aloud from having
to hold so much tittie tonnage. "I want you to spend a month in the
Gulag.....er detention room, every lunch time and after school. Do I
make myself perfectly clear?"

"NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!" Ms. Marsha Knockersfield screamed, her
handsome boobies a-bobbling once again as she turned to address every
student in the cafeteria, fornicating or not, in a voice that was
tinged with what could safely be described as a sort of insane
mania. "NO GODS! NO MASTERS! ENJOY YOUR LUNCHES, GOOSESTEPPERS!
WHOOOOOOOOO!"

With this outcry, the woman whose knockers every man on the school
staff had handled and fucking fondled like a hooker's, disappeared.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" both Henry and Cliff yelled out simultaneously, the
semen from their jumbo wee wees being extinguished into the mouths of
the two buxom cheerleaders who now sucked, fellated and lapped at
their respective dicks, both boys squeezing a pair of titanic
terrific titties so immense, so weighty, that their hands could not
begin to encase them.

"Wow, that was a doozy!" Henry cried out, the last of his sticky
semen spraying into Gina 'Huge's' willing lips and then splashing on
her just as willing bra-covered breasts, staining her supporting
undergarment and then splattering in tiny droplets into her exposed
cleavage. "Man, Gina. You're fucking good."

"I'll second the motion, Henry," Cliff said, pulling his still erect
and dripping cock from Karen's mouth with an audible popping sound
and then wiping it on her big black bra, enjoying the pleasurable
scratch of the material against his manhood. "That really rocked,
Karen. You are one fine weanie-sucking wench. Hey, what's going on
with Ms. Knockers and the kid?"

Henry finally pulled his mantrunk from Gina's mouth, wiping the semen
still clinging to it on the side of her face before tucking it
hurriedly back inside his clothing and standing up.

"Whoa, Ms. Knockersfield! Take it easy on the kid!" he called out to
her, watching the enraged vice principal as her shoulders rose and
fell with rage, her breasts swaying like a rowboat in a
tsunami. "Give the kid a break here."

"Don't you have classes to be getting to or some busty bimbo to bone,
Henry?" Knockersfield inquired angrily, shaking her saucy tits at him
with a haughty harrumph.

"Get in the office, NOW! And I don't mean the National Organization
of Women, which is a wonderful organization, by the way!" Ms.
Knockersfield yelled, her titties flailing like two great beasts, and
the student obeyed.

"Yeah, I've got classes to be going to, Ms. Knock, Knock,
Knockersfield," Henry Humper said with a laugh, a hand on his crotch,
patting his recently deflated member with pride. "But those knocking
knockers are distracting me. I just want to put my fucking head
between 'em and fucking shake it back and forth. Holy shit, those are
some big handsome fucking funbags, Ms. Knockers. Now I think I want
you to quit being a crazy Commie with the kid and go in the teachers'
lounge so I can give you a real good tittiefucking."

"Oh, Henry," replied Ms. Knockerfield coyly, ignoring some of his
less favorable comments as she touched and roughly pinched her huge
nipples and areola through her creaking brassiere and then reached
unashamedly beneath her black skirt to reach inside her panties. "You
always do say just the sweetest things to me and you know I'm just a
horny little vice principal fuck doll, Henry Humper. Oh, it's
splendid! How about I take care of this little matter, give the kid a
fresh copy of the new Chomsky book and I'll meet you in the teachers'
lounge in about five minutes. How does that sound?"

"Oh, please hurry, Ms. Knockers," Henry pleaded, using the naughty
abbreviation of the big-boned, big-bosomed, big-tempered vice
principal's name. "Wee wee needs to be in between those big fucking
knockers of yours, your big fleshy funbags, your mammoth mammaries.
Please hurry! And by the way, my poli-sci teacher said that Chomsky
was a seditionist fuck."

"Alright, you!" Marsha thundered as she stomped towards her grandiose
and self-important office that was decorated with several framed
black and white rare autographed photos of Joseph Stalin, speaking to
the frightened young student in a frosty tone of voice. "Get down to
my office and let me call your parents! And hurry it up! I am going
to the teacher's lounge in a few minutes to give Henry Humper a good
titfucking, one he'll never forget for as long as he fucking lives,
and I need to have your parents come and get you! Your behavior was
completely inappropriate and I want to talk to your parents later and
then have them take you home and out of my sight for the rest of the
day, you little frothing at the mouth fundy!"

Five minutes later, as bizarre sounds echo from the teachers' lounge:

Eeeeeee, awwwww! Eeeeeee, awwwww!

"Gosh, Ms. Knockers," Henry Humper observed as the very full-figured
vice principal sat on a cushion chair, her sheer silk blouse and her
insufficient canyon of a cupped brassiere lay naughtily discarded,
Henry standing completely naked before her at her request, his twelve
inch wee wee plunged deep into the dark, chasm-like mystery between
the two jaunting, jiggling hills that stood out from her shoulders
and chest, both of Knockersfield's currently occupied knockers
sagging just a bit under their sheer weight and heaviness and several
slight folds of fat bulged on her bare, and past middle-age,
tummy. "Geez, Ms. Knockers! Your big fucking boobies sure do sweat a
lot! These giant fuckers are fucking sweating like a son of a bitch!
My wee wee's soaked as shit with all the sweat coming out of your big
mountainous motherfucking knockers! Geez, Marsha! I mean, I'm doing
all the fucking work here! Why the fuck are you sweating so fucking
much? Ohhhhhhhh, my wee weeeeeeeeeee! It feels good, Mommy Marsha! It
feels good as fuck, Mommy Marsha! Hee hee hee! Oh! Oh! Oh! And our
sweaty tittiefucking is making some funny silly squeaking sounds too!
That 'eeeeee, awwww' 'eeeeee, awwww' tittiefucking sound is funny as
shit! Holy fucking shit, you're fucking sweating a fucking whole
fucking lot! And your stomach looks like you should have laid off the
cookies and cake at Christmas! Ohhhhhhh, titties! Titties, titties,
titties make wee wee want to fuck, fuck, fuck! Maybe I could pick a
fold and fuck it, Ms. Knockers! What do ya say, you cute chubby chest-
heavy Bolshevik?"

"Mmmmmmmmm. Yes, Henry, I'm a woman with a few extra pounds. I do
sweat a little bit, especially from my big bouncy fucking sweat
glands. I mean, the fuckers sweat like fucking pigs! Tee hee! Oh,
fuck my pretty puppies, you big-dicked Knockerfucker! Fucka! Fucka!
Fucka! Hee hee! Oh, Henry, it's grand, so fucking grand! I'm gonna
suck your weiner a bit while you tittiefuck me, you good fucker! Oh,
sweet motherfucking tittiefucking Henry Humper-fucking shit! I love
the education game! It's all about fulfillment, fraternity and all
that lofty shit! What would Karl Marx say right now, Henry? What the
fuck would he say?"

"I don't know what the fuck he would say, but I think I'm getting
ready to jizz all over your big sweaty knockers, Ms. Knockers!
Ohhhhhhhhh, my wee wee's soaked with sweat, you overweight vice
principal slut and I'm gonna come right between your big fat fucking
titties, bitch!"

"Oh, I know what he would say, Henry! I know what the fuck he would
say right now, good fucker! I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HE WOULD SAY!
OHHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSS! TITTIEFUCKERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!"


THE END