Brighton Rock!
By brianm
Starring The Beautiful & Massively-Mammaried Harriet Humper In:
"Brighton Rock!"
Part 01
It was a blazing hot Summer's day and Harriet Humper and Chuck Dicker
were going to enjoy it by sunning themselves on the beach.
Harriet put on her tiniest bikini, a little pink number, beneath an
overburdened white T-shirt and denim shorts, and they set off in
Chuck's car.
The T-shirt covered Harriet's magnificent 44 inch breasts, but it did
nothing to disguise their tremendous size or shape, and Chuck was
having enormous difficulty keeping his eyes on the road.
"Perhaps I should sit in the back?" Harriet suggested, as she watched
Chuck's eyes flit between the road and the passenger seat. She was
quite happy for guys to stare at her tits, but not when they're
driving down the freeway at what she suspected was more than 55mph.
"No..." Chuck replied as he shifted in his seat for perhaps the
hundredth time since they left. "I think I'm getting the hang of it.
Just tell me if I get too close to anything..."
"And why do you keep fidgeting?" Harriet asked, as Chuck shifted
about yet again. Then she caught sight of the huge bulge in the front
of his shorts. "Awwww... You poor baby... Does your lovely wee wee
want to get out?"
"I don't suppose you could...?" Chuck asked hopefully.
"Mmmmmm..." Harriet licked her lips and thought for a moment that a
little snack might be just the thing to pass the time. "No... I
mustn't..." she said as much to herself as to Chuck.
Chuck gasped! Harriet Humper had turned down the opportunity to give
a blow job! Unbelievable!
"I just don't want us to have a accident," Harriet apologized. "I'll
suck your wee wee as soon as we get there."
"Promise?" Chuck looked a little forlorn.
"Cross my heart..." Harriet started to make a cross sign in front of
her, but her hand kept colliding with her enormous hooters. "Ooops..."
Chuck took a deep breath and determined to concentrate on the road
ahead.
A minute later Harriet screamed as the car began to stray across the
central reservation toward an oncoming truck. Chuck hastily steered
them back on course and the truck was narrowly avoided.
"Ooops," Chuck smiled weakly.
"Okay," Harriet sighed. "Perhaps it would be safer just to suck your
wee wee after all. Then you can't keep staring at my tits."
"Great idea...!" Chuck didn't need convincing. "Makes absolute
sense... We'd be much safer with you sucking my dick... Absolutely..."
"Are you sure you don't mind?" Harriet teased him for moment. "I know
how much you like looking at my tits." She gave them a quick squeeze
for emphasis, and they bulged out over her hands.
"Oh yes," Chuck replied gallantly. "I have all day to look at your
tits; but in the interests of personal safety I think you ought to
give me a blowjob now. And I mean right now."
"Okay," Harriet giggled as they passed a perfectly good parking
spot. "But only as our lives may depend on it."
Harriet gave Chuck one of her long, smouldering looks - gazing him
straight in the eye - before leaning forward to place her head in his
lap.
Chuck's gaze rested more comfortably on the road ahead, but he
couldn't resist the temptation to glance down as the blonde
supervixen skilfully worked the zip of his shorts down over his
rigidly erect prick with an ease that only came through a lot of
practice.
Harriet quickly had her boyfriend's seven inch cock out of his shorts
and took a moment to gently rub her hand up and down it,
appreciatively. Then she dropped her head down and swallowed every
inch of it into her mouth. An expert deep-throater, Harriet had no
difficulty in accommodating Chuck's seven inches inside her throat -
her lips pressed firmly against his pubic bone.
"Sometimes... Oooohhh..." Chuck groaned. "I wish... Mmmmmm... That
you wouldn't make that seem... Urghhh... quite so easy..."
Harriet giggled and drew her head back to lick and nibble around the
tip of Chuck Dicker's dick.
"Oooohhh!" she lapped up some pre-cum and put on her best little-girl
voice. "Look at this... lick... huge... slurp... hard... mmmmphh...
cock! Oh goodness! How am I going to get it in my tiny, little mouth?"
"That's more like it!" Chuck laughed as he settled down to enjoy one
of Harriet's fantastic wee wee washes.
"It's just so big!" Harriet continued. "I'm sure it'll never fit
inside my delicate girly mouth.
"You know it, baby!" Chuck smirked. "I'm the Cockmaster. Women see my
mighty weapon and shrink back in terror!"
"I'll just have to try..." Harriet pretended to steel herself for the
supposedly difficult task ahead. "... to go one inch at a time..."
"Never!" cried Chuck.
Then Harriet swooped down and once again swallowed Chuck's prick in
an instant. She shook on it gently for a moment, like a dog with a
bone, before releasing it so she could speak without having her mouth
full. "Well..." she laughed. "What do you know? It wasn't so
difficult after all!"
Chuck joined in the laughter. He'd seen Harriet swallow dicks twice
his size just as easily, but fortunately, he thought, there weren't
too many of those around.
Harriet set about her task once again. Her pretty blonde head began
to bob rhythmically up and down on Chuck's shaft while he responded
with very appreciative oooing and ahhing noises at regular intervals.
Chuck had no words to describe the sensations Harriet was creating in
his dick. She was by far the best cocksucker he'd ever met, with the
possible exception of his teacher, who was coincidentally Harriet's
mother, Hilda Humper.
He could feel the sperm forming in his balls, churning away in
response to the unbelievable stimulation they were receiving from his
beautiful blonde girlfriend. He could feel them expand as they built
up a load bigger than any he could remember. And still, Harriet was
licking, sucking and tonguing them into even greater efforts.
"Oh, yes!" Chuck moaned. "That... that's fantastic...!"
Chuck felt his balls stretch still further to accommodate the huge
load that Harriet was building up within them. If it wasn't for her
heavenly ministrations, it would probably have begun to feel quite
uncomfortable.
"Oooohhh!" he gasped and dug his fingers deeply into the leather
steering-wheel. "Make me cum! Make me cum in that hot, sweet mouth of
yours!"
"Slurp... Not yet, honey..." Harriet let go of Chuck's cock for just
a moment. "Soon, baby, soon..." Then her mouth sank down once more
upon his defenceless dick, and began to suck the life out of him,
down into his balls...
Chuck wondered how long Harriet had been tormenting his poor prick
and balls. It seemed like ages! Normally he would have shot his load
well before now; but he knew that Harriet's fellatic skills could
keep him on the brink of cumming for just as long or as short as she
wanted.
"Har... Harriet... baby..." Chuck was beginning to grow desperate. "I
really need to cum! I mean really...!"
"Not yet, honey..." Harriet said once again, before continuing her
merciless attack on his prick.
"Please!" Chuck began to grip the steering wheel still tighter, and
felt his foot pressing further down on the accelerator. "I'm begging
you!"
"I'm not coming back up until we get there." Harriet paused her
vacuum-like ministrations for just long enough to say, "I don't want
you starring at my tits again... until we arrive safely that is..."
Arrive safely? Chuck thought. I'm all over the place up here!
His only chance was to get to the beach quickly. It wasn't far. He
put his foot flat down and soon they were streaking along, Chuck in
desperate need of the relief he would only get at the end of the
journey.
It seemed like an eternity, but it was only a few more minutes before
they reached the road that followed the beach for the next four
miles. Chuck swung the car round the corner and looked desperately
for a place to park.
"Oh shit!" Chuck swore. The road was packed with cars, and he needed
a space - he needed it bad! Then he saw what he was looking for.
"Oh yessss..." Chuck gasped, partly as a result of having seen a
spot - and therefore a source of release from his torment - and
partly because of the wonderfully tortuous sensations coming from his
groin.
"Oh shit!" Chuck swore again as a car with two people came into view
from the other direction. It had slowed down and was indicating that
it was going to pull into the space. "No you don't," he shouted and
put his foot down hard on the accelerator.
As he neared the space Chuck flashed his lights, tooted his horn and
swerved rapidly from side to side - anything to attract the other
guy's attention. It seemed to work, as the guy driving the other car
stopped without moving into the space.
George Williams, the driver of the other car, was captivated by the
sight of a madman coming the other way and found himself unable to
move. At one moment he was sure the car was going to hit him, but at
the last moment it veered across the road in front of him and into
his parking space.
Chuck brought his car to a screeching halt in the parking space and
with desperation in his voice he cried "Jeez, Harriett! We're here!
Now please, for pity's sake, finish me!"
Harriet wasn't through tormenting her boyfriend quite yet. "Are you
sure?" she slipped the seven inch cock from her throat for a few
moments. "You wouldn't fib now would you? This isn't some stop off
the freeway, is it?"
"Christ, no! Pleeeeeessee!" he was desperate. "I can't take it any
more."
"OK," Harriet giggled. "Anyway, I missed breakfast this morning and I
could do with a snack."
Then she sank her lovely mouth down over Chuck's iron-hard erection
for the last time - no more teasing, no more tantalizing - this was
an all out assault on his cock, with suction that would do credit to
any vacuum cleaner on the market - and it was obvious that he wasn't
going to last five seconds...
"Arrrrrrgggghhhhhhh!" Chuck called out
uncontrollably. "Fuuuuuuucccckkkkk!"
It was then that Harriet thought she must have a fire hose between
her lips. Stream after stream, wad after wad, of hot cum flooded into
her mouth. Quickly she realized that even a girl of her wee wee
sucking experience wasn't going to be able to swallow this much cum.
"Ssshhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeee...!" Chuck was screaming at the top of his
lungs.
Confined in the car it would be too difficult to spray it onto her
titties, however big a target they might be, and spitting it out was
not an option. There was no way that she was going to waste all that
yummy juice, plus she had her reputation to consider. With nothing to
collect it in and save it for later, she was left with one
alternative. Harriet pushed her head down a little more so that the
head of Chuck's rod was comfortably back into the soft tunnel of her
throat. There it was free to spurt as much juice as it wanted -
straight down to her stomach - with nothing wasted.
"Ooooooooooooohhhhh!!!!" Chuck felt himself drain into Harriet's
willing mouth.
Fortunately Harriet had mastered the art of breathing with much
larger wee wees than this down her throat, because Chuck continued
shooting for quite some time. Eventually though, his flow of cum
slowed down and ended. Harriet had lost track of the number of spurts
after about ten, and that seemed like ages ago...
Harriet belched loudly as she sat up. "Oooops... Pardon me." She put
her hand to her mouth delicately. "I shan't be wanting any lunch
after that load, Chucky. "You shot sooooooo much down my throat. I
thought you'd never stop..."
Harriet stopped abruptly as she saw the figure standing outside
Chuck's window.
George Williams had got out of his car with the intention of giving
this lunatic a lecture about safe driving. But the scene inside the
car had taken his breath away.
There was a shapely blonde sucking away on the driver's cock, her
rear end pointing out of the passenger-side window; and from the
noises the guy was making, she appeared to be giving him one hell of
a blow job!
Visions of gorgeous blonde vampires sucking young virgins to their
death through their cocks crossed his mind, and he wondered if the
lucky guy was going to survive the experience. When the vacuuming
blonde finally sat back up he certainly didn't appear to be moving,
although he thought he heard some weak, shallow breathing. Or was
that his own?
"Oh, hi," Harriet waved meekly at the stunned-looking observer. "Say,
do you have any mints?"
George didn't speak. He just headed back to his own car, where his
pretty brunette wife waited for him.
"Did you give him what for, George?"
"Uh..." George replied, mindlessly.
"Did you admonish him?"
"Uh..." George repeated.
"George!" the girl called, growing annoyed with his silence. "What is
it? What happened?"
"Maureen..." George turned to her for a moment as he selected first
gear. "Buckle up. We're going home... And then I'm going to fuck you
until your teeth fall out..." He stamped down on the accelerator and
they were gone...
Part 02
"How rude..." Harriet commentated as the guy ran away from Chuck's
window, but there was no response from her boyfriend. "I said `how...
rude...'"
Still no response.
"Awwww... Are you tired, Chucky, baby?" Harriet ran her finger gently
up and down his arm. "Did mommy suck too much out of you...? You need
to rest. We can have a nice lay on the beach!"
Chuck still hadn't moved, although his breathing was getting
stronger, but at the word `lay' he seemed to shrink back into his
seat a little.
"I meant you could have a lie down, silly," Harriet laughed. "There
will be plenty of time for that sort of thing later, once your balls
have rested and topped up a little. Besides," she patted her stomach
lightly and gave another, smaller, burp. "I'm full."
As Harriet stared at him, Chuck still gave no sign of any real
movement.
"Hmmmm," Harriet looked thoughtful for a moment. "Perhaps that's it.
You need to get some energy back inside you. Wait there and I'll get
you an ice cream."
Harriet climbed out of the car, and shut the door behind her. She
smiled briefly at Chuck as he gave out a soft groan and then began to
walk down the street toward an ice cream stand she could see further
down the beach.
It wasn't a long walk, but on such a hot day it certainly felt like
it. But it wasn't all bad... she drew plenty of admiring glances -
and not a few gasps of amazement - from the guys and, even better,
she thought, frowns of jealousy from the girls.
"No way are those real, man," Harriet smiled as she heard one surfer
whisper to another, slightly too loudly. "Girl at college got hers
pumped up too, really big, but not as big as hers..."
It was then that Harriet noticed a short, thin, nerdy-looking guy in
front of her, also making his way toward the ice cream stand. He was
of about her own age, maybe a little younger, wearing a pair of thin-
framed spectacles and dressed only in a pair of shorts. In one hand
he held a large amount of coins, and in the other a rather long-
looking list. Harriet picked up her pace, causing her enormous
breasts to begin bouncing up and down in a most alarming way, hoping
to reach the salesman first, but she arrived behind the guy, just as
he placed his pile of coins on the counter.
The teenager began to read from the top of his list, while the
salesman took out a handful of cones and placed them in a holder on
the counter. Then the salesman began scooping up different flavours
of ice cream and placing them into the cones, but with his eyes fixed
firmly on the enormous bulges in Harriet's T-shirt, he was already
making a mess of things.
"Ooops, sorry kid," he said, his eyes never leaving Harriet's chest
for a moment. "Let's start again, shall we?"
Urgh! She thought. This'll take forever. Unless...
"Excuse me," Harriet called from behind the teen as he once again
chanted his order from his list. "I only want one ice cream. Do you
mind if I go first?"
"... one vanilla with a strawberry twist," the youth barely seemed to
pause. "Do you mind, I was here first... One double chocolate with
nuts..."
"Ahem," Harriet stepped forward so that she stood right behind the
bespectacled youth. "I really would be most grateful..." And she
plunged her right hand down the front of his shorts.
"... a doub..." the guy stopped for a moment before spinning around
to face his assailant. "A doub..." he repeated as he stared directly
into the twin basketball sized mounds that were Harriet's tits. His
mouth dropped and his eyes widened.
"A double G cup actually," Harriet smiled as she began to gently
fondle the guy's rapidly hardening cock. "How kind of you to notice.
Or an H cup... It depends how you look at it. You seem to be having a
good look at them. What do you think?"
"I... I..." the guy could barely speak as his dick began draining all
the blood from his brain in order to support the biggest hard on of
his life. "They're huge!"
"H for huge, eh?" Harriet teased him as she continued to play with
his cock between her fingers. "Rather than GG for ginormous globes.
My brother and I used to make up names for my bra sizes when I was...
giggle... little. Do you want to know what they were?"
But the poor guy was in no state to listen any more. His balls had
reached the limit of their endurance and were nearing eruption. As
his orgasm rapidly approached, he leaned back against the stand,
breathing heavily. His eyes, previously on stalks, now screwed up as
he began groaning incoherently.
"Maybe now isn't the time, eh?" Harriet kept moving her hand up and
down. "I can see that you have other things on your mind."
But the guy wasn't saying anything. Just maintaining his breathing
and staying upright was using all his strength.
"Anyway," Harriet turned to the salesman and gave him her sweetest
and most innocent smile. "I'm in a bit of a hurry. While I finish up
here, could you get me a vanilla ice with a raspberry twist please?"
The salesman had been watching in stunned silence since Harriet had
plunged her hand into the guy's shorts. Not only had he never seen
anyone like Harriet, he had never seen anything like this!
Frantically he set about preparing her ice, while trying not to take
his eyes off her enormous tits, or what her hand was doing to the
groaning guy leaning up against his stand. This was one customer he
didn't want to upset. If he was good, really good, perhaps she'd come
back!
"R... ready..." he announced as he held up the ice in its cornet.
"Yes... I think he is..." Harriet teased. "Oh... the ice... Would you
be a dear and just hold on to it for one moment." Then her hand went
into overdrive on the young guy's cock.
The guy climaxed loudly, crying out all sorts of nonsense. Harriet
felt him shoot three wads on cum into her hand, but kept up her
ministrations until it was all over and the guy had slumped back,
suddenly very quiet. In fact he was so still and quiet that she
wondered if her hand was all that was keeping him upright.
Only one way to find out...
Harriet pulled her very gooey hand from his shorts and watched as the
bespectacled teen slid to the ground with a dazed but smiling
expression on his face. Harriet smiled too. After giving guys so many
blowjobs, she was pleased to see that she hadn't lost her touch for a
really devastating handjob.
"Thank you," Harriet turned to the salesman and reached up with a cum-
covered hand to take the ice. "Oooops!" she snapped the hand
back. "Chuck won't want cum all over his ice. I'd better clean up
first."
"I have a..." the salesman's voice tailed off as he watched Harriet
raise her fingers to her mouth and begin lapping up the cum
happily. "... towel..." he finished weakly.
"Mmmmm... No need... " Harriet moaned softly between licks. "I
already swallowed a huge load of my boyfriend's cum and I wasn't
going to have any lunch, but this is yummy." She finished licking up
all the cum and looked at her wet hand. "Actually, could I borrow
that towel, after all?"
"Y... yes, ma'am..." the salesman picked it up promptly and handed it
to the super-stacked blonde.
Harriet dried her hands and then took the proffered ice. Then she
reached down to her... "Oh, shucks!" she stamped her foot down,
sending very interesting wobbles through her chest area. "I left my
bag in the car."
"Oh..." the salesman shrugged. After all, if that display wasn't
worth the price of a vanilla ice with a raspberry twist, he didn't
know what was.
"I know," Harriet grinned as an idea formed in her mind. "Lean over a
moment." And she indicated that the salesman lean over his counter
toward her.
Mildly surprised, the guy leaned low over his counter, expecting
Harriet to whisper something to him. But she didn't whisper...
"Lift my top up, would you, please?" she requested casually. "It's a
bit difficult carrying this ice."
The salesman was gob-smacked. He looked up at Harriet as if unable to
believe his ears.
"Go on..." she urged him.
Fingers trembling, the salesman lifted up Harriet's top and stared
breathlessly at the largest, roundest, fullest, most awesome tits
he'd ever seen. They were framed, rather than restrained, by a tiny,
pink bikini top that barely covered her nipples. "Oh my God..." he
gasped finally.
"Why don't you get a little closer?" Harriet suggested, taking a hold
of his head with her free hand and pulling it into her
cleavage. "Now, how does that feel?"
"Mmmmmm..." the salesman moaned blissfully as he felt the huge globes
surround his head. "Nndful," he replied, his words muffled by girl-
flesh.
"I thought you might like it," Harriet continued, pulling him
tighter. Would you like me to slap you with them?"
"Mmmm... Hmmm..." the salesman mumbled through a face full of
titflesh, and his head nodded up and down as far as it could within
its mammary prison.
Harriet gave a little smile as she stood back just a fraction. It had
been ages since she'd last titty-whipped a guy. Using her left hand
she pulled down both sides of her bikini top to reveal the remainder
of her breasts, including her very hard and very erect nipples.
Then she began to gently shake her upper body. Instantly her
humungous breasts swang into life and she stepped slightly forward...
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Mmmmm... She loved the feel of her huge balls of titflesh smashing
into the side of some poor guy's face. It never ceased to amaze her
how such tiny movements of her back muscles could cause such a huge
swinging motion in her breasts.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
In fact she had to be very careful not to swing too hard. Her
breasts, although soft and pliant, were very, very heavy and at full
whipping speed they could do a lot of damage.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Giant breasts had been a Humper `secret' weapon for generations. Not
only were they irresistible to men, but they were devastating in a
fight.
Her mother, Hilda, had once used two enormous titty slaps to knock
down their neighbour, Debra Morgan, after she slapped her across the
face and insulted Harriet.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
And some time ago, Harriet had had to lay out Diana Crawford with a
couple of well-aimed funbag slaps to the face.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
That showed her! Harriet remembered the moment with a sense of
satisfaction. Teach her to call me a whore!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Damned Debra Morgan!
Damned Diana Crawford!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Er... Ex... excuse me, Miss..." A timid, nervous voice and a tap on
her thigh brought Harriet back to the present. "I... er... I... don't
think he can feel it any more..."
Harriet stopped throwing her immense titties around and let the ice
cream salesman's face nestle back between the huge, soft cushions
that were her breasts for a moment. She looked down at the voice.
It was the teenager she'd just pulled off. He'd sat himself up and
was leaning awkwardly on the counter beside her. He was staring,
unblinking, up at the salesman's head as it lay quietly in between
Harriet's enormous breasts, and continued to watch as it slid
silently down her front and to the ground beside him.
"I... er... think he's out cold," the teenager continued.
"Ooops!" Harriet put her hand over her mouth for a moment as she
looked down with concern at the poor man she had just knocked
senseless with her vast balloons of flesh. She sighed with relief
when she saw he was still breathing, and noticed with some
satisfaction the dazed but very happy look on his face. "That'll
teach me to think about Diana Crawford while I'm titty slapping
guys... I'm terribly sorry..."
"I don't think he can hear you," the teenager continued. "But I don't
think he minded. His last words sounded a little like `Oh yes!' but
it was a little difficult to tell."
"I really should get going," Harriet looked at the melting ice in her
hand. "My Chucky is waiting. Please apologize for me when he wakes
up."
The teenaged guy sighed wistfully as Harriet replaced her bikini top
and her T-shirt and turned to make her way back to Chuck's car. Then
he looked down at the unconscious figure beside him.
"You lucky bastard," he sighed, punching him in the arm.
Part 03
Harriet quickly made her way back to Chuck, conscious that his ice
cream was getting smaller and smaller by the moment.
When she arrived back at his car he was sitting up and drinking
thirstily from a bottle of water.
"Awww... Poor Chucky. You look like you really needed that," Harriet
smirked as she opened the car door and sat beside him for a
moment. "I wonder why?"
"I lost a lot of fluids!" Chuck gave her an accusing look. "I think I
was attacked by some sort of vampire," he replied.
"Hmmm... A balloon-breasted, lust-filled, cum-starved vampire, eh?"
she appeared to mull the idea over. "You could be right... Seriously
though, I sucked an awful lot out of you. You probably should drink
some more of that before we go out onto the beach."
Chuck Dicker took another long swig of water as Harriet held out the
ice cream.
"And I bought you an ice cream, your favourite, vanilla with a
raspberry twist," Harriet waited while Chuck lowered the water bottle
& took a hold of it. "Sorry it's a bit melted, but I er... had to pay
for it before I left."
Chuck tried to make sense of that for a moment, giving Harriet a
slightly bewildered look, and then gave up and turned his attention
to the ice cream.
"Mmmm..." Chuck began lapping away at the ice, eager to eat it all up
before it melted away.
"Mmmm..." Harriet echoed. "Nice tongue action. Just you remember that
for later."
"Anything... If it'll keep you away from my cock," Chuck joked
back. "I think you broke it. I doubt it'll ever work again."
"Awww... You forget..." Harriet ran her finger up the front of
Chuck's shorts, causing an immediate jolt of pleasure with her
touch. "I'm an expert wee wee handler. I have a feeling I can get it
working again when I'm ready." She suddenly removed her hand and
climbed out of the car. "But right now I want to get to work on my
tan and the beach looks soooo good."
Leaning over to pick up her bag from the front seat, Harriet treated
Chuck to a spectacular view of just how huge her tits were, as they
hung low, very low, from her chest.
Chuck gawped open-mouthed at the sight until Harriet retrieved her
bag, stood up and shut the door. Then he quickly found his own things
and followed her down onto the beach.
Harriet stepped onto the sand and looked around the beach for a
suitable spot to lie in the sun and get her tan.
Her attention was drawn to a roped off area a short way to the north,
toward which a number of beach-goers were already being drawn. Her
curiosity aroused, Harriet grabbed Chuck by the hand and pulled him
toward the ropes to see what all the fuss was about.
"Come on, Chucky," she continued to drag him up to the gathering
crowd. "It might be something fun."
Not content with the poor view of events from the back of the
expanding crowd, Harriet began to gently push her way through the
collecting people toward the rope barrier - Chuck in tow, silently
behind her.
Occasionally people turned to protest at being jostled by Harriet but
one glance at her monumentally-stacked T-shirt and they fell silent
in awe.
As she neared the front of the crowd Harriet could finally make out
more of the strange goings-on behind the ropes. The first thing she
noticed was the presence of a film crew - two cameramen and a
soundman.
It was a film set!
And parked at the edge of the waves was a sparkling white limousine
with darkened windows. Beside the limo were two elegant white chairs
and a matching table. On the table were two glasses, champagne on
ice, and a vase containing a single red rose.
"Awwww..." Harriet smiled and clasped her hands together. "How
romantic. It must be a love film."
"Ohhh no..." Chuck cried in horror. "A chic flick." He quickly
resigned himself that this was going to ruin his afternoon. Harriet
was bound to insist on watching. Determined to make the best of it,
Chuck looked around the roped off set in greater detail at the way
the film was being made.
In addition to the camera and sound crew, several other guys were
milling around the set - moving things, keeping the onlookers quiet,
handing out flyers - while one particularly tall dark and handsome
type, dressed in a tuxedo, stood leaning up against the side of the
car looking increasingly impatient.
Hmmm... thought Chuck. The leading man. Looks vaguely familiar.
Nothing interesting...
A short, fat, balding guy in his fifties stood just inside the rope
holding a megaphone. From the way he blasted out orders it was
obvious that he was in charge. In his other hand he held a well-worn
and tatty book - not much more than a bundle of loose papers.
The director, Chuck surmised. He might be quite entertaining if he
has plenty to shout about.
"Where the hell is Sandy?" the director cried out. You didn't need to
see the expression on his face to tell he was angry. "Where the
freakin' hell is my fluffer!"
Fluffer? Chuck's attention was caught on that one single word. This
must be a porn film! Yes! I'm saved!
"What's a fluffer, Chuck?" a puzzled Harriet turned to ask her
boyfriend.
"It's what they call girls who er... keep the guys' dicks up between
scenes when they're shooting porn films," Chuck smiled. "I'm
surprised you don't know." He thought for a moment. "In fact I'm
surprised you haven't applied for a job."
Harriet elbowed him gently in the ribs and then thought about it a
bit.
"What do they do?" she asked, growing more interested. "Handjobs?"
"Blowjobs usually. Just enough to keep the guys hard and ready before
they go into action," Chuck explained.
"And then?"
"Then the guy goes back into action with the female stars and the
fluffer takes a break."
"So the poor fluffers don't get any of the wee wee juice?" Harriet
was appalled. "That's just not fair. It's... it's... appalling. Those
poor girls... What an awful job. It sounds so very unfilling... I
mean unfulfilling."
While they were talking one of the crew had gone up and spoken to the
director. He looked nervous to the point of sickness.
"Ill!" the guy was screaming even louder now. "Ill! Well now she's
fired. You're all fired. This production is over!"
"Shame," Harriet sighed. It might have been interesting to
watch. "Why is the fluffer so important, Chucky. Surely his co-star
can keep his wee wee up?"
"Not always," Chuck explained. "It's much harder than you think to
keep a hard-on in front of an audience. There's a lot of pressure."
"I've never known guys to have a problem keeping their wee wees up,"
Harriet observed. "They almost always seem to be up."
"Er..." Chuck tried to explain. "Yes... you and your mother are very
good at helping people overcome that particular problem. You have a
gift." His eyes strayed down to Harriet's humungous breasts for a
moment. "Er... gifts... Anyway... the stud might not fancy his co-
star, or she might just not be that good a lay."
"Oh..." Harriet sighed and turned and made a step away from the
rope. "Never mind. It might have been fun to watch."
"Hey!" Chuck grabbed at Harriet's arm for a moment to stop her
leaving. "Why don't you do it?" he suggested.
"What? Do all the work and let some lazy bimbo get all the lovely
juice?" Harriet was outraged. "No way!"
"Do you know who that is?" Chuck indicated the guy leaning on the
car. It had come back to him now where he had seen him
before. "That's Frank `Foot-Long' Robinson." He had starred in a porn
film Chuck had watched with Missy Cummings a couple of days ago.
"'Foot-Long,' eh?" Chuck watched Harriet mull the idea over in her
mind. He could see she was tempted. "No... Sucking on a guy's wee wee
and giving away all the yummy juice. It's just not right. It's...
it's practically immoral. Come on, Chucky, nothing much is happening
here." And they turned to leave once more.
"For heaven's sake, Max!" a female voice shrieked out from behind
them - a very familiar female voice. "Can't we get started yet?"
"Not yet, Diana, my dear," the director's voice called back, as meek
as a lamb.
"Diana?" Harriet and Chuck stopped, turned to face one another, and
spoke precisely together. "Diana Crawford?"
They looked back and, sure enough, there was Diana Crawford leaning
out of the limo's open door. Her long brunette hair shone in the
sunlight and her light make-up was done perfectly. She looked
gorgeous! One of her very very long legs was poking out of her
dressing gown and resting on the ground.
The only thing that marred her looks was the look of total
frustration on Diana's face. "I'm having my hair done in two hours,"
she shot the director a stinging look. "Get a move on!"
"I'm sorry, Diana, baby," the director remained subdued. "Sandy, the
er... fluffer, hasn't arrived and we need to get Frank er... fired
up. I... er... don't suppose you'd consider..."
"I told you before," Diana scowled. "I'm not putting that thing in my
mouth. It's far too big and he keeps trying to push it down my
throat. The answer is no!"
"But Diana, sweetie," the director pleaded.
"I said no!" Diana pulled her long, shapely leg back into the limo
and slammed the door.
The director turned and sat down on a canvas chair just inside the
rope near where Harriet and Chuck were standing. He slumped forward,
letting his head fall into his hands for a moment, before leaning
back and looking up into the sky - possibly looking for divine help.
"That was Diana Crawford," Chuck mumbled, trying to convince himself
of the truth of what he had just seen.
"She's a porn star?" Harriet couldn't believe it. Although Diana
enjoyed sex, she had always been a bit squeamish about boys cumming
over her, and had never been keen on giving blowjobs. "Now this does
change the situation," she smiled mischievously.
Harriet and Diana had once been friends at school. That was until
Harriet started sucking off Diana's boyfriend, Wayne Martin, during
morning breaks. Harriet tried to explain to Diana that it was nothing
personal. She'd sucked off the whole football team that lunchtime.
But Diana had been totally unreasonable about it and slapped her in
the face, calling her a whore right in front of Missy Cummings and
some of the other girls.
From then onwards they were bitter enemies and were always looking
for ways to humiliate and belittle each other. Harriet was the usual
winner of these contests. Even Diana's super-long legs were no match
for her basketball-sized breasts and her insatiable sexual appetite.
Diana did have one memorable success - she once seduced Chuck Dicker
causing Harriet to temporarily break up with him, but the victory was
short-lived. Chuck soon learned that Diana was no substitute for
Harriet and he set about winning her over once more.
Harriet now saw a perfect opportunity to humiliate her old rival one
more time. It took only moments for her to run the plan through in
her head and she smiled broadly as it all fitted neatly together.
"You're quite right, Chucky," she said in a slightly absent voice,
still working out the last of her plan.
"What about?" Chuck wondered.
"I will suck off... ahem... I mean act as fluffer for Mr Robinson,"
she tried to compose herself and bring her own eagerness under
control.
"You will?" Chuck looked excited. Watching Harriet blow other guys
was almost as exciting as being on the receiving end yourself. She
had developed fellatio into an art form.
"Well, it wouldn't be fair on all these nice people to just up and
leave," Harriet grinned still wider then pulled her T-shirt up over
her head and let it fall to the sand beside her. "They deserve a
show." She took a deep breath, stretching her bikini top to the point
of breaking. And I'm going to give them a show they'll remember for
the rest of their lives!
Chuck watched with curiosity as Harriet walked silently up to the
director. She had that look on her face that said she was up to
something, but even he was surprised when Harriet walked straight
into the back of the director. Her spectacular basketball-sized
mammaries slapped straight into the back of his head, knocking him
half out of his seat.
"Hey!" the director called out as he turned to view the clod who had
just bumped into him. "Watch where you... ooo..." His voice trailed
off as the full enormity of Harriet's breasts sunk into his brain. It
took some time... "With tho... ose..."
"Oh, I'm soooo sorry, sir," Harriet put on her best expression of
innocence. "I didn't mean to bump into with my boobies, but they are
sooooo large I just can't keep them under control." She looked down
at them with a meek smile.
"That... that..." the director was lost for words and resigned
himself to a simple "OK."
My God! He thought to himself. She's incredible!
"Anyway," Harriet continued, cheerfully. "I heard about your little
problem, and wondered if I might be able to help."
"You? Help?" the director replied, still somewhat stunned. Wanabee
actresses often turned up at shoots hoping for a part, but no one
before had ever turned up with... with... those...
By now the whole crowd was focussed on Harriet's discussions with the
director - even those on the furthest side of the enclosure could see
the immense balls of flesh on her chest. Those who were nearer and
could hear the conversation were silently willing the director to
take the blonde supervixen up on her offer quickly before she changed
her mind.
"Well, I thought once Mr Foot-Long saw my titties, he'd grow hard for
you," Harriet jiggled up and down excitedly, causing a movement of
her breasts that caused the whole crowd to gasp in awe. "All the
other guys do." She glanced down at the director's shorts for a
moment. "You're getting hard, too. Oh please, Mr Director. I'd so
hoped to see Mr Foot-Long in action. And it would be such a shame if
all these nice people were disappointed. Can I help? Pleeeeeease..."
She reached out and ran a finger down the director's arm.
"Well... er..." the director rooted around in his addled brain for
the words. "We do have a problem... and er... I'm sure Mr Foo...
er... Frank would greatly appreciate your help."
"Great!" Harriet jiggled and the crowd gasped once again. "What would
you like me to do?"
"Well, er... As you know..." the director gazed at Harriet's
angelically smiling face and suddenly felt quite embarrassed. "The
er... problem is that we need someone to er... help Frank keep his
er... thing... up during the shoot." Without looking away he waved
Frank over to join them.
"His thing?" Harriet feigned naiveté as Frank walked up beside
them. "You mean his wee wee?"
"Frank, this is Miss... er... Miss..." the director felt a sigh of
relief as the porn actor arrived. Perhaps he'd explain.
"Humper," Harriet introduced herself. "Harriet Humper."
"Frank Robinson," Frank reciprocated. "Although you can call me Foot-
Long."
Harriet acted coy and tried desperately to stop herself from
smiling. "That's such an interesting nickname."
Frank smiled, unzipped his tuxedo trousers and began to pull out his
cock. It was like watching someone unreel a fire-hose. Even in its
currently semi-relaxed state it was a good seven or eight inches
long, and at the sight of Harriet and her monumental tits it was
beginning to expand further. "Of course I need a little encouragement
to show you why..."
"Mmmm..." Harriet licked her lips and clapped her hands delightedly
at the sight of such a wonderful piece of man-meat.
"Which brings us to what our director, here, was trying to explain,"
Frank held out his thick cock toward Harriet. "To er... be seen at my
best I need a little... how shall we say... encouragement?"
"Ohhh... I'd be happy to help if you'd let me..." and she waved
generally toward Frank's cock. "May I?"
"Please..." Frank waved her on. "Be my guest. As an amateur I can't
expect you to manage a cast iron, rock-solid trouser snake like mine,
but you can have a try."
Harriet didn't need to be told twice. Her mother had once told her
to "Never look a gift wee wee in the mouth. Suck it and see."
It was with mixed feelings that Harriet knelt down on the sand and
took a hold of Frank's monster cock in both hands.
On the one hand she was very impressed by Frank - and not only with
his slowly-expanding supercock. Few men retained such composure (Or
indeed any composure) at the sight of her immense 44 inch tits as
they threatened to bust straight through the tightly-straining fabric
of one of her tiny bikini tops.
But on the other she definitely did not like being called an amateur.
She'd handled more wee wees than she could remember, including whole
football teams at one go, and she'd swallowed literally gallons of
wee wee juice.
OK, Frank's cock may be the biggest she'd ever encountered, but she
wasn't going to let that faze her. Firstly, he was only supposed to
be two inches longer than Kenny Long, and she'd had no trouble
handling him at all. And secondly, her favourite toy for as long as
she could remember had been a twelve inch long, thick-as-her-wrist
black dildo, with an enormous bulb-like head.
When she was younger and had been naughty, her mother used to send
her to her room. There she would play with the huge rubber monster
for hours - pumping it faster and deeper into her pussy, her ass, or
her throat - right to the hilt! Harriet smiled wistfully for a moment
as she remembered those long happy hours.
Harriet quickly returned to the present. Why reminisce about cold
rubber when there was warm wee wee in front of her? Her old toy was a
lot of fun, but it couldn't produce yummy wee wee juice. For that she
needed the real thing.
"This looks like a two-handed job," Harriet smiled up at Frank as her
ministrations took his cock passed the nine inch mark. "Or maybe one
mouth... Tee... hee..."
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Frank teased her, appreciating the
feel of Harriet's obviously-skilled hands working their way up and
down his dick. "There's still plenty more to come... If you can't
take it, it's OK."
"Oh, I'll try my very best, Mr Foot-Long," Harriet loved a challenge,
and anyway she was getting a little fed up by his insinuations that
she couldn't handle a mere twelve inch cock. She increased the
strength of her grip on Frank's weapon and reached forward to roll
her tongue around its tip, savouring the taste and feel of real man-
meat on her tongue for the second time that day.
Pulling back from the lengthening rod for just a moment, Harriet
judged it was just reaching the ten inch mark, about the size of
Kenny Long's monster cock. Another inch and it would be the longest
man-stick she had ever played with - and he was supposed to have
another two inches left in him. She hoped he wouldn't disappoint her.
"Is it OK if I put it in my mouth, Mr Foot-Long?" Harriet looked up
at him and asked innocently.
"Sure, kid!" Frank laughed, glanced knowingly over at the director
for a moment and then looked back down at Harriet, a smirking
expression on his face. "You knock yourself out. See how much you can
take..."
"OK..." Harriet flashed him a smile and then placed her lips back
over the bulbous end of Frank's almost eleven inch cock. "Mmmmm..."
she murmured as she started to slide her head down its length. I'm
going to suck that smirk right off of your face, she added to herself.
The huge knob end disappeared inside Harriet's mouth quite quickly.
That was practically two inches by itself! More followed. Three
inches... four... these followed equally quickly. Five inches...
six... more slowly now... seven... Harriet stopped. Then she began to
draw her head backwards - not because she couldn't take any more, or
because she was in any difficulty, but to tease the porn star into
thinking she wasn't going to be able to take him all down.
As the massive head of Frank's cock popped free of Harriet's mouth
she gave it an admiring look. Between them her mouth and hands had
brought his cock up to its full twelve inch length. It was like a
steel rod thrusting into the air from his groin - every bit as hard
as the black plastic dildo she kept in her room at home.
"About seven inches, I'd say," Frank guessed. He didn't know quite
what to make of that. He was definitely impressed because, with a
cock as thick as his, it was no mean achievement for the buxom blonde
to take that much into her mouth and throat. But at the same time it
concerned him. Frank Robinson liked to watch and feel women choke on
his monster dick. It gave him a great feeling of power. Of course, no
one could actually swallow his full twelve inches, but it made him
feel uncomfortable when a girl took down too many inches too easily.
It was a matter of pride, and right now his pride was in danger of
hurting a little.
"Am I doing it right, Mr Foot-Long?" Harriet looked up at him for a
moment with a gentle smile.
"Not bad, but I'd hoped you might have been able to go deeper," Frank
lied. "Maybe another inch or so? Don't worry, I won't hurt
you..." ... much he added to himself. You wait `till you feel more of
this monster down your throat. It's choking time!
"I'll try..." Harriet sighed loudly. "But it's sooooo bigggg... I
don't know that I can take much more."
Watching from the side, Chuck smiled. He thought his girlfriend was
overdoing the lost little girl act just a little, but given that
Frank didn't know her and that he was far too caught up in his own
ego, he thought the porn star wouldn't notice.
"That's OK, just try your best," Frank replied smoothly. "If you get
into trouble, I'll help." Yeah, help push it on down, he smiled to
himself.
Harriet leaned forward and took the head of Frank's cock into her
mouth once again. Leaning still further forward several more inches
of his huge cock slid effortlessly through her mouth and down into
the top of her throat.
"Damn!" the director cried form beside him. "I've never seen anything
like it. She must have eight or nine inches in there, Frank."
For a moment Frank was too stunned to react. How could she swallow
him up so easily? The balloon-breasted blonde didn't appear to be
struggling at all! No one had ever taken him so far or so easily. His
reputation was at stake. What would people say? They'd laugh at
him... I must do something, he thought.
"Well, well..." he lowered his voice and looked down at Harriet, his
eyes narrowing menacingly. "So you think you can deep throat, eh?" He
growled quietly. "Well... See if you can deep throat THIS!"
With that Frank plunged his thighs forward, thrusting his monster
cock deep, deep down into Harriet's throat. His cock felt bigger and
stiffer and harder than ever before! He was going to choke her good.
Then she'd have to back off. She'd become yet another wannabe star
who had tried and failed to cope with his mighty cock!
After pulling back for just a moment Frank surged his hips forward
again, and again, and again...
Take this, you bitch! Frank thought silently as she screwed up his
eyes, looked heavenwards and thrust for all he was worth. God! This
feels good! It feels like...
It felt like his balls were hitting something... But they couldn't...
She couldn't...
Without slackening his pace, Frank looked down to where his immense
cock was drilling its way in and out of Harriet's mouth. He had
expected to see tears, fright, some sign of a struggle, but instead
she just sat there calmly taking all that he could dish out - his
balls slapping against her chin. In fact there seemed to be the
faintest signs of a smile about her eyes - she was enjoying it!
She wasn't the only one. The crowd had gone deathly silent as the
surrounding people focussed their entire attention on the scene. The
director's jaw hung wide open in awe. Even Chuck was transfixed. He'd
seen Harriet deep throat Kenny Long, but he had gone easy on her
compared to this...
The silence was eventually broken by the director. "Get those cameras
rolling!" he shouted to his crew. "Over here, now!"
That woke the film crew out of their stupefied stares and set them
running about collecting up equipment and moving it over to where
Harriet was taking the face-fucking of her life - and loving every
moment of it.
Soon two cameras had been set up and one microphone hung above
Frank's head on the end of a boom.
"Are we getting this?" the director called out frantically. "This is
gold! Pure gold!"
"Yes, boss!" one of the cameramen called back. "Bright and clear!"
"Ooooohhh...! Ooooohhh...! Ooooohhh...!" Frank groaned uncontrollably
as his legs turned to jelly and his thrusts slowed. He couldn't
believe it was happening... Surely it wasn't happening... He was
Frankie `Foot-Long' Robinson. No one could deep throat him...
Harriet quickly realized that Frank was losing control. As his
movements slowed she began to thrust her head forward and back
instead. Bob... bob... bob... She looked something like demented
headbanger as her mouth ran up and down Fran's monster cock without
mercy. She was bobbing her head back and forth far faster than Frank
had been able go with his hips.
Oh! It feels soooo gooooood... Frank thought to himself as Harriet's
cocksucking motions became his whole world. He didn't know where he
was. He didn't know who he was... He just knew pleasure. The most
wonderful pleasure in the world. God! His cock had never felt so hard!
Feeling Frank's legs begin to wobble, Harriet wrapped her arms about
his ass to steady him as she continued her frenzied deepthroated
assault on his dick. Mmmmmm... she thought to herself. He feels
wonderful down my throat. I wonder how he tastes?
"What on Earth is going on here?" A familiar voice screamed from
behind Frank.
"Diana!" the director gasped. "I... er... That is..."
"What is she...?" Diana was furious! Fluffing was one thing, but this
bitch was really blowing him. Any normal man would have cum in
seconds and even the great `Foot-Long' Robinson was not going to last
much longer. He was already gibbering like a madman.
The director looked lost for words. He shrugged his shoulders and
then returned his attention to the amazing spectacle unfolding before
him.
"Slow down!" Diana called past Frank to the cock-crazy blonde at his
feet. "You're only supposed to keep him hard! If you don't stop now
he's going to cum!"
Harriet smiled. Even with a monster cock the size of Frank's in her
mouth, she could smile. And right now she had a lot to smile about.
Things were working out even better than she'd hoped. With everyone's
attention on her and Frank, Diana had stepped out of the limo
unnoticed and would now be able to witness her complete and final
humiliation.
Harriet stopped her assault on Frank's cock and leaned back to let it
pop out of her sweet mouth. Taking a moment to admire her handiwork
(Mouthwork?), she gasped.
Frank's huge prick was definitely bigger than her favourite black
dildo. He had to be all of thirteen inches long. Probably thirteen
and a half her expert eye told her!
"Mmmm... Frankie," Harriet looked up at the porn star's anguished
face. "It seems you're an even bigger boy than we thought."
"At last!" Harriet could not see Diana's face, but she recognised her
voice. "Now leave his dick alone so we can get on with the shoot."
With an enormous grin on her face Harriet leaned to her left to look
past Frank at the tall leggy brunette standing beside him. "Hi,
Diana!" she called out, as sweet as could be.
"I... I... don't believe it!" Diana stammered. "Harriet? Harriet
Humper? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What does it look like?" she laughed. "I'll give you a clue." And as
Diana stepped around Frank to see what was going on Harriet popped
her mouth back over the end of his 13½ inch weapon and instantly
swallowed it to the hilt.
Now it was Diana's turn to gasp - along with the director and anyone
else close enough to see what was happening.
"That... that's inhuman!" Diana almost choked just watching her.
"Oh it just takes a little practice," Harriet replied modestly after
drawing her head back once more.
"Well er... it was nice seeing you again, Harriet," Diana tried to
retain her composure for the crowd. And it wouldn't do to get into a
slanging match in front of the cameras. "But if you'd step back we
have a movie to shoot."
"Well I'd love to, Diana," Harriet grinned. "I really would. But what
would my mama say if she knew I'd turned down a chance to drink the
juice from a near 14 inch wee wee. She'd never speak to me again.
Sorry..."
Harriet plunged her mouth down to the hilt of Frank's fleshy sword to
renew her assault once more.
Realization slowly dawned on Diana's face. Harriet Humper, her old
enemy, was trying to make a fool of her once again. She had never
intended to let go of Frank's cock. She was going to carry on sucking
him until he burst and sent a shower of sperm directly down her
throat. She would have to get her off him... Somehow...
"Get off of him!" Diana screamed. A moment later she launched herself
at Harriet in an attempt to drag him off of her leading man. "Leave
him alone you slut!"
In her rage, Diana collided bodily with both Harriet and Frank,
causing them both to topple over in a heap. Harriet looped her arms
tightly around Frank's backside and sucked every millimetre of his
cock into her mouth and throat with the force of a vacuum cleaner.
Diana fought and fought to free the famous porn star from her balloon-
breasted nemesis but to no avail. He was no help... He just lay there
gasping and groaning, his limbs occasionally spasming involuntarily.
"Ooooohhhhhh!!!!" Frank began to cum. "Aaaaarrrrghhhhhh!"
"Nooooooo!!!" Diana screamed as she fought to prise away Harriet's
arms. "Don't do it!"
"Are you sure you're getting all this, Mike," the director asked the
cameraman that stood beside him - his eyes never leaving the three
bodies rolling around on the sand before him.
"Yaaarrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Frank's spasming became constant and he
appeared to be hyperventilating.
"Get off him you bitch!" Diana almost had an arm loose, but then lost
it again.
"Yes, boss," the cameraman replied in a hushed voice. He never looked
away, either.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkk!!!" Frank couldn't stop himself from
thrusting against Harriet's throat, although he had no more cock to
give her. She'd taken it all!
"Give me that cock!" Diana's voice was full of venom. "I want that
cock, now!" And she tried again to prise away one of Harriet's arms.
"Good," the director smiled.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhsssssshhhhhiiittttt!!!" Frank felt the first massive
wad of cum rise up from his balls, though his cock, and begin to
shoot from the end like a fire hydrant.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" Diana's voice was almost a scream.
"Mmmmmmmmm!!!" Harriet smiled to herself as she felt the mass of cum
begin to splash against the walls of her throat and spill down into
her stomach. It wasn't so much a spurt as a stream. It just kept
coming!
As wonderful as this was, Harriet couldn't taste any of that lovely
wee wee juice. The enormous stream of cum was erupting straight into
her throat and missing her taste buds. She felt she was missing out
on something.
Then she had an idea. Diana was still pulling at her left arm. She
let her have it...
Harriet let go of Frank's butt and the surprised Diana fell backwards
onto the sand.
Harriet quickly pulled back her head and let Frank's enormous monster
cock slide out. There was so much of it and it took so long to slide
out that at one point it seemed almost endless.
As the bulbous head finally popped free it erupted for a second time.
This second incredible stream of cum flew straight into Harriet's
mouth and then began to plaster her beautiful face. Her face was as
drenched from that one spurt as it had been the day she let the
entire men's volleyball team cum over her.
The stream began to slow, but Harriet knew that another one would not
be far behind it. She quickly swallowed the huge pool of semen in her
mouth before turning to smile at Diana. "Sorry, Diana; is this what
you wanted?" And she turned Frank's mighty cock toward her just as it
began its third huge eruption.
"Eeeeeekkk!" Diana drew back as the huge flood of cum splashed up her
body and onto her pretty face. "Ewwwwwwwwww!!!" She quickly scrambled
away leaving Harriet to turn the gushing cock back on herself.
"Mmmmmmm!!!" Harriet moaned blissfully as Diana fled away to the
safety of the limo, wiping off cum as she went. "I just love a cum
shower on the beach..."
The crowd watched in disbelief as Harriet did indeed shower in
several more enormous streams of cum. She rubbed cum into her face,
her hair, her bikini-clad breasts... She let it stream shoot into her
mouth, rinsed it around, and finally spat it out onto her huge tits.
The last spurt she aimed into her mouth once more, only this time she
rolled the wad of cum appreciatively around in her mouth like a wine
taster before swallowing it down with a smile. "Aaaaahhhh...
Delicious!"
Finally Frank had expelled the last of his cum. It had been the
biggest of his life and sapped every ounce of energy from him.
Harriet was almost certain he'd been unconscious for the last two or
three spurts. He certainly wasn't moving now. He just lie on the
sand, completely still.
"Ooops!" Harriet placed a cum-soaked hand against her cum-soaked
lips. "I forgot. I was only supposed to make him hard." She looked
down at Frank's prone body for a moment. "I think I overdid it." She
looked glumly at the director as she idly licked some streams of cum
off her hand and swallowed. "I'm terribly sorry. I hope I haven't
ruined everything. Can you forgive me?"
"I... er..." the director watched in amazement as Harriet pushed some
cum from her chin into her mouth and swallowed again. "That is...
I... er... expect we can salvage something."
"Are you sure?" Harriet looked back at the still unconscious
Frank. "Would you like me to get him hard again? I can, you know...
He doesn't need to be conscious..."
"Er... perhaps not..." the director interrupted. He wasn't sure his
insurance would cover it.
"You're right... It's probably best if we let him rest for a while,"
Harriet concluded. "And he'll need to drink plenty of fluids when he
wakes, too. When I drain a guy, I really drain him. Well, now, I
suppose I'd better be going then. Thank you so much for being so
understanding and letting me suck off Mr Foot-Long's wee wee. When he
wakes up, please tell him he was delicious."
Harriet gave the director, the crew and finally the crowd a little
wave and walked back to join Chuck. "Now let's do some sunbathing,"
she said.
"Er... Harriet," Chuck looked in awe at his girlfriend as they walked
off further onto the beach. "You're still covered in cum, and I mean
covered."
"That's OK," Harriet smirked. "It'll help protect me from the sun.
I'll have a swim later and wash it off... Then you can give me some
more."
Chuck gulped...
"Mike...?" the director still couldn't take his eyes of Harriet as
she walked off with her boyfriend.
"Yes, boss," Mike the cameraman stood just as transfixed.
"Do you realize that we're rich?"
"Yes, boss. Erm... can I have an advance on those riches please?"
"Why's that?" the director asked.
"I think I need new underwear, boss."
The director looked down at his own shorts and made a discovery of
his own. "There's a store down the road. We'll both go."
THE END
Sunday, November 27, 2011
"Good Ol' Mom"
Starring Busty Blonde Bimbo Bombshells Hilda and Harriet Humper in
the sequel to "Harriet Gets Her Wee Wee Juice":
"Good Ol' Mom"
Written by Meet The Humpers founder Victor C. Nathan
"Thanks for helping me with my homework, Ricky," Harriet Humper said
softly and gratefully as Ricky Cummings pushed her back onto the
queen-sized mattress of the bed in her bedroom, having already
stripped her clothes off before removing his own. "I really
appreciate it."
"Homework?" Ricky responded absent-mindedly as he concentrated on
pushing the young Humper's legs apart as he eased his nearly ten inch
staff between them. "Oh, yeah, sure. I love to work with numbers and
all that fucking educational shit. Uhhhhhh, it was my pleasure. Okay,
I'm going to stick my dick in that honeypot, you big-boobed little
fuck doll. Do you want it, you busty trollop? You want every fucking
inch of my motherfucking cock, Pumpkin Tits?"
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh! You bet your balls I want it, you horny
well-hung son of a bitch! Ram that fucker home, sweet fucker! Fuck my
cunny good, Ricky! Bury your boner, horndog!" Harriet moaned as
Ricky's enormous penis slid into her sheath, slipping like heaven
into her receptive cockpit to fuck her smooth as silk until he
came. "Oh, baby, that feels goooooooood in there! Fuck me proud,
proud fucker! Fuck the shit out of me!"
The springs of the bed creaked as the couple began a steady rhythm
that felt heavenly to their sexual organs, their pelvises smacking
violently together in jubilation, Harriet's triple H honkers swaying
and swinging back and forth like sacks in a storm. Their coupling was
wonderful and they rutted harder and harder, exerting their fuck
powers, their motivations lying now deep within their individual
loins, motivations craving the fucking fruition, the hungry explosive
release of fucks unconstrained from any impediments to orgasmic
fucking discharges. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Ricky slammed
his pecker in and out of Harriet's overdone pussy and grunted with
the exertion of their humping, their union of carnality and frivolous
fornication.
"Shit, you're fucking tight," Ricky managed through clenched teeth as
his big wee wee went full length into her deep cunny, the young man
feeling almost as if he was in her womb by now, so deep was his
traversing. "Oh, fuck, but you're hot, Harriet. You are hot and tight
as a virgin's honeypot."
"Maybe I'm just full, you big motherfucker. Tee hee," Harriet giggled
as her eager fuckmate took two handfuls of her plethora of tittie
flesh, squeezing and kneading her globular girly glands in the midst
of his plumbing of her depths. "That's the more likely fucking
scenario when it comes to my pussy, Ricky. Cause I've had my cunny
slammed more times than a screen door. Tee hee hee. Oh, fuck it deep,
hard fucker. Cunny needs wee wee. Cunny's hungry for fucky. So give
my funny cunny a fuckhappy motherfucking fuckity fuck fuck with your
motherfucking fuckstick. Tee hee. Did I mention the fact that I like
motherfucking fucking, motherfucker?"
"I did catch your insinuation," Ricky laughed as he rolled her
overswelled knockers in a circular pattern upon her chest, savoring
her feminine womanly humps of fleshy sweat glands, the glands, the
titties, the bodacious boobie bazoom boom booms that made him want to
come as he boned her moist insides with gusto, stabbing his wee wee
hard-on to the nadir of her sleek tunnel and then excavating it until
only the massive head of his penis remained inside her vaginal tract.
Harriet drove her hips upward, copulating like the strumpet she had
always been, letting her lover's dick go much deeper than would be
normally possible, loving the feel of his fondling of her funbag jugs
and the fucking of her cunny slot. But they were suddenly interrupted
by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
"Who the fuck could that be?" Harriet asked between labored breaths,
between the upward thrusts she exercised upon his throbbing tool,
knowing that her whopping titanic titties were what had brought his
wee wee to her pussy in the first place. "Who the fuck would be
stopping by right now? I mean, school just let out twenty fucking
minutes ago."
"It looks like Chuck Dicker's car," Ricky observed, stopping his
plunges and holding his penis still in her as he looked up and out of
the bedroom window. "Yep, Chuck's getting out of the car."
"Oh, fuck," Harriet cursed as she forced Ricky to pull his big fucker
out of her pussy and to unhand her bouncing boobies. She then pushed
Ricky off of her and rose to her feet, sliding her discarded blouse
over her ridiculous chest charms and then pulling her shorts over her
plump round fanny. "But at least my car is still in the shop. He
won't even know I'm fucking home. I better go down and get Mom to
make up some lie and tell him some bullshit story. It would be
awkward if he came in while we were up here getting hot and heavy. We
have an open relationship, but it would still be awkward as shit. We
just try to be honest with each other about shit. That's how
relationships work. I'll be right back, baby. Keep that wee wee warm
for me. Tee hee. You are my after school fuck machine, darling."
"Well, please hurry, Angeltits. Mr. Wee Wee gets lonely when his
tittie princess is away," Ricky said in a mock whine as he reached
beneath the blonde teenager's blouse to cup her overgrown
outcroppings of tittie, their appealing tittieness apparent to his
touch.
"Oh, you naughty boy," Harriet cooed with a grin as she forcefully
gripped his naked cock in her hand, sighing inwardly as it throbbed
under her touch. "I'll take care of you in due time, Mr. Wee Wee.
Would you like a sucky after our fucky, Mr. Wee Wee? I thought you
would. Such a good boy. Yes, you are. Tee hee."
Harriet raced downstairs and found her mother in the kitchen putting
dishes into the dishwasher. She was just pushing the door closed with
her insanely large rack as Harriet entered the room.
"Hey, sweetie," Hilda said with a naughty wink, poking her daughter
in the arm with her elbow. "You kids having fun up there? Hee hee.
Ricky giving you a little pokey?"
"Never mind that right now," Harriet spoke speedily, dismissing her
mother's pride in her promiscuity. "Chuck Dicker just pulled into the
driveway and I don't want to talk to him right now, not with my being
busy and everything. Could you tell him I'm not here or just keep him
occupied for a while while Ricky and I are upstairs? Please?"
"Oh, don't you worry a bit about that, sweetheart," Hilda Humper
assured her with a grin, unbuttoning a button on her blouse to reveal
just a smidgen of luscious cleavage, her top heavy gifts containing
much more that was still concealed by her clothing. "Momma will take
care of everything. I can assure you of that, sweetie. Run along,
baby. Momma will handle this."
Harriet had no doubt that Hilda would definitely handle this dilemma
in the usual Humper fashion. Harriet dashed back up the stairs, her
boobie baggage bouncing like the basketballs that she often dribbled
on the high school court, her heaving heaviness apparent in the
bobbing of her jugs. She reached the door and stepped into her
bedroom again, closing and locking the door behind her. On the bed,
Ricky was stretched out naked, his dormant dick drooping from lack of
activity as he smoked a Marlboro cigarette, blowing the smoke out in
rings.
"Shit, baby," Ricky spoke impatiently as he laughingly threw a hand
playfully across his cock. "You make a guy go a long time without
some pussy. Hop in the bed, sexy, and let's take up where we left
off. You ready for me to fuck the living shit out of you, tittie
princess? Mr. Wee Wee's ready to do a little muff-diving, if you know
what I mean."
"You know I know what you fucking mean, big boy," Harriet cooed,
removing her blouse as she swung her assets back and forth to turn
her lover on. She discarded her shorts to get naked once more and
shook her round beautiful ass in his face provocatively before she
turned and began to rub his manhood, watching it get instantly
hard. "Wow. He's a frisky little fucker, isn't he? How about I hop in
the saddle this time, big fellow? Would you like that? You want mommy
to slide on top and ride the baloney pony? Holy shit, but your wee
wee's gettin' big thinking about that shit, isn't he, fucker?"
Ricky remarked that he would love to have Harriet on top and so
without missing a beat she happily impaled herself on his straight
stalk and let it slide inside of her full hilt until she cried out.
"Fuck! That feels good, sugartits!" Ricky cried as she began to place
herself firmly in the saddle and rode his wee wee stickhorse like a
wild pony. "Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa, motherfucker! Yeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa! Save
the horses! Ride a motherfucking cowboy!"
Downstairs, the doorbell rang loudly and annoyingly and Hilda Humper
strode quickly to answer it, undoing another button on her orange
blouse as she walked, uncovering a bit more of the two swells that
made getting laid such an easy task for the blonde educator.
"Hi, Miss Humper," Chuck Dicker greeted her as she beckoned him
in. "Is Harriet home?"
"No, sweetie," Hilda said, feigning honesty as she led him into her
humble abode and turned to smile seductively at the young man, her
left hand sliding over the curve of her big right boob. "I think she
went to the movies with some friends or something."
"Darn it," Chuck said, disappointed in her absence but noticing
Hilda's eccentric behavior. "Uhhhhh, I wanted to see her."
"Don't be annoyed, Chuck," Hilda replied, putting a hand on his
shoulder. "I'll go get you a soft drink and then maybe I can get you
to help me hang the new framed painting I bought. I need a big strong
man to do it. I just love buying Norman Rockwell paintings. He's so
traditional and shit. I like the fucking traditional artwork better
than all that avant garde trashy shit being pushed on the public by
the pseudo-artists on the Left. All it does is undermine traditional
values. Fuck the fuckers. That's what I say. A bunch of Commie
cocksuckers, all of 'em. Faking their Vietnam service and shit. You
can't trust a damn one of 'em."
"That's true, Miss Humper," Chuck Dicker said nodding, feeling his
penis growing hard inside his pants as he managed to look down the
blouse of his girlfriend's mother, gazing at cleavage so deep that it
looked as if someone could fall into it and never be seen
again. "Most of them are Fifth Columnists and fellow travelers who
brag about their kitsch Marxism at Hollywood dinner parties.
Fuck 'em. They are the enemy within."
"Right as rain, Chuckie, you smart motherfucker," Hilda laughed aloud
as she patted the youngster softly on his bottom, her hand lingering
several seconds longer than it probably should have as she leaned
towards him, pressing one of her heaving boobies into his shoulder,
laughing as it mashed hard against him, the pliable flesh of her
knocker squashing when pressed to his inplacable form. "Smart boys
with big wee wees are the ones I like. Tee hee. And I think you
qualify."
After he consumed the soft drink, Hilda led him into the den and had
him stand on a sturdy chair to place her new Norman Rockwell painting
in an ideal place on the wall. Hilda smiled as she checked Chuck out
from behind with much admiration and then without warning, she
reached up between his legs, going up and under as her hand snaked
around to grab his crotch.
"Hee hee! It feels like that fucker's getting hard already!" Hilda
laughed and Chuck jumped down from the chair, somewhat surprised at
her behavior.
"Miss Humper!" Chuck sputtered, his eyes wide. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing, sweetie pie? I'm grabbing your
motherfucking wee wee. Why don't you just calm down and let me play
with him, baby. Mr. Wee Wee will be oh so happy if you do. Come on,
sweetie fucker. Just let your momma Hildy work. She just wants to
touch your private boy parts, what your mommy probably called your
bathing suit area when you were little."
"I don't know about this," Chuck said, worry covering his visage, but
his eyes would not leave Miss Humper's bustline.
"You don't know about what?" Hilda asked, slightly taken aback as she
undid her orange blouse and yanked it off, tossing it on the love
seat nearby as her super-sized knockers sprang forth, rolling out of
her top like they were being hatched and Chuck was the first one to
behold their insane circumference. "You don't know if you want
titties this big? Come on, Chuckie. Don't be afraid of momma. She
knows what's best. And what's best is what makes that wee wee of
yours feel good, right, Chuckie? Yours won't be the first young wee
wee in the world to have top-heavy Hilda get her naughty little hands
on it. Just think of all those wee wees in the world that I've played
with, okay, good fucker."
Hilda let Chuck Dicker touch her big breasts. The teenaged horndog
handled her like he was hungry for what she had on her chest, like he
was starving for boobies, big boobies that bounced and jounced and
fucking sashayed till it made his putter stand up. Hilda moaned as
Chuck felt her, then squeezed her, then kneaded and pulled on her,
and then sucked the living fuck out of her tee tees. Her boom booms
tingled their approval as he sucked the pert nipples and abundant
areola. Finally, she dropped in front of him and undid his Levi's,
pulling them down with his briefs, seeing his long wee wee pop up and
squealing with joyfulness as it did.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Hilda moaned, touching and then kissing him. "I
just love the nice young cocks like yours. So young and full of
promise. Mmmmmmmmmm. And full of jizz too, come to think of it. Tee
hee. All those young wee wees in the world, all just for me and my
little mouth to suck."
"Oh, Miss Humper. That feels good," Chuck proclaimed as she lapped at
his johnson and then began to fellate his private parts, sucking his
stalk like a nipple on a tittie.
Chuck cried out. He let out a roar of happiness as the pleasurable
tingles rushed over his pole like electrical current. For a second,
he thought that he must have jammed his hard-on into a wall socket.
"Oh, shiiiiittttttttt!" Chuck Dicker screamed as Hilda's blonde head
moved on his penis, decorating his dick with her saliva as she
applied almost life-threatening suction to the boy's prick. "Oh! Oh!
Oh! Wee wees of the world, UNITE!"
Fellatio was the order of the day and Hilda was, in several minutes,
feeling the phlegm-like discharge excreting itself from his
oversucked planting tool as it coated her throat.
"Oh, holy merciful fucking shit!" the boy said in a voice that
sounded like begging. "Don't let my squirtsies end, Miss Humper!
Don't let my squirtsies end! I'll never doubt momma Hildy again!"
After Chuck came and time had revived his spent pecker, the two of
them agreed with the idea of momma Hildy, that they should definitely
fuck.
Upstairs, Harriet screamed, cried and swore as her orgasm took her to
new heights and she finally dismounted after Ricky had squirted all
his pent-up jism upward and right into her waiting pussy.
"I'm going down to get a glass of water," Harriet told him before she
threw on her blouse and shorts again. "All this fucking has made me
so thirsty. I'll be back to suck your wee wee in a jiffy. Hope you
have a stiffy. Tee hee."
Harriet reiterated this comment by showing him she meant business, by
grabbing his naked cock again and squeezing it, feeling confident as
it grew in her hand. Ricky again reprised his earlier behavior and
reached beneath her blouse to cup her twin tawdry titties, her
bountiful bosom buddies. Harriet giggled and left the room.
When Harriet reached the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to
retrieve a pitcher of water, she suddenly heard the cries and moans
of her mother and Chuck coming from the den, the fact that they were
fucking quite evident.
Pouring herself some of the water into a glass, the blonde bimbo
quipped with a grin, "Good ol' Mom. She always takes care of
everything."
THE END
the sequel to "Harriet Gets Her Wee Wee Juice":
"Good Ol' Mom"
Written by Meet The Humpers founder Victor C. Nathan
"Thanks for helping me with my homework, Ricky," Harriet Humper said
softly and gratefully as Ricky Cummings pushed her back onto the
queen-sized mattress of the bed in her bedroom, having already
stripped her clothes off before removing his own. "I really
appreciate it."
"Homework?" Ricky responded absent-mindedly as he concentrated on
pushing the young Humper's legs apart as he eased his nearly ten inch
staff between them. "Oh, yeah, sure. I love to work with numbers and
all that fucking educational shit. Uhhhhhh, it was my pleasure. Okay,
I'm going to stick my dick in that honeypot, you big-boobed little
fuck doll. Do you want it, you busty trollop? You want every fucking
inch of my motherfucking cock, Pumpkin Tits?"
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh! You bet your balls I want it, you horny
well-hung son of a bitch! Ram that fucker home, sweet fucker! Fuck my
cunny good, Ricky! Bury your boner, horndog!" Harriet moaned as
Ricky's enormous penis slid into her sheath, slipping like heaven
into her receptive cockpit to fuck her smooth as silk until he
came. "Oh, baby, that feels goooooooood in there! Fuck me proud,
proud fucker! Fuck the shit out of me!"
The springs of the bed creaked as the couple began a steady rhythm
that felt heavenly to their sexual organs, their pelvises smacking
violently together in jubilation, Harriet's triple H honkers swaying
and swinging back and forth like sacks in a storm. Their coupling was
wonderful and they rutted harder and harder, exerting their fuck
powers, their motivations lying now deep within their individual
loins, motivations craving the fucking fruition, the hungry explosive
release of fucks unconstrained from any impediments to orgasmic
fucking discharges. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Ricky slammed
his pecker in and out of Harriet's overdone pussy and grunted with
the exertion of their humping, their union of carnality and frivolous
fornication.
"Shit, you're fucking tight," Ricky managed through clenched teeth as
his big wee wee went full length into her deep cunny, the young man
feeling almost as if he was in her womb by now, so deep was his
traversing. "Oh, fuck, but you're hot, Harriet. You are hot and tight
as a virgin's honeypot."
"Maybe I'm just full, you big motherfucker. Tee hee," Harriet giggled
as her eager fuckmate took two handfuls of her plethora of tittie
flesh, squeezing and kneading her globular girly glands in the midst
of his plumbing of her depths. "That's the more likely fucking
scenario when it comes to my pussy, Ricky. Cause I've had my cunny
slammed more times than a screen door. Tee hee hee. Oh, fuck it deep,
hard fucker. Cunny needs wee wee. Cunny's hungry for fucky. So give
my funny cunny a fuckhappy motherfucking fuckity fuck fuck with your
motherfucking fuckstick. Tee hee. Did I mention the fact that I like
motherfucking fucking, motherfucker?"
"I did catch your insinuation," Ricky laughed as he rolled her
overswelled knockers in a circular pattern upon her chest, savoring
her feminine womanly humps of fleshy sweat glands, the glands, the
titties, the bodacious boobie bazoom boom booms that made him want to
come as he boned her moist insides with gusto, stabbing his wee wee
hard-on to the nadir of her sleek tunnel and then excavating it until
only the massive head of his penis remained inside her vaginal tract.
Harriet drove her hips upward, copulating like the strumpet she had
always been, letting her lover's dick go much deeper than would be
normally possible, loving the feel of his fondling of her funbag jugs
and the fucking of her cunny slot. But they were suddenly interrupted
by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
"Who the fuck could that be?" Harriet asked between labored breaths,
between the upward thrusts she exercised upon his throbbing tool,
knowing that her whopping titanic titties were what had brought his
wee wee to her pussy in the first place. "Who the fuck would be
stopping by right now? I mean, school just let out twenty fucking
minutes ago."
"It looks like Chuck Dicker's car," Ricky observed, stopping his
plunges and holding his penis still in her as he looked up and out of
the bedroom window. "Yep, Chuck's getting out of the car."
"Oh, fuck," Harriet cursed as she forced Ricky to pull his big fucker
out of her pussy and to unhand her bouncing boobies. She then pushed
Ricky off of her and rose to her feet, sliding her discarded blouse
over her ridiculous chest charms and then pulling her shorts over her
plump round fanny. "But at least my car is still in the shop. He
won't even know I'm fucking home. I better go down and get Mom to
make up some lie and tell him some bullshit story. It would be
awkward if he came in while we were up here getting hot and heavy. We
have an open relationship, but it would still be awkward as shit. We
just try to be honest with each other about shit. That's how
relationships work. I'll be right back, baby. Keep that wee wee warm
for me. Tee hee. You are my after school fuck machine, darling."
"Well, please hurry, Angeltits. Mr. Wee Wee gets lonely when his
tittie princess is away," Ricky said in a mock whine as he reached
beneath the blonde teenager's blouse to cup her overgrown
outcroppings of tittie, their appealing tittieness apparent to his
touch.
"Oh, you naughty boy," Harriet cooed with a grin as she forcefully
gripped his naked cock in her hand, sighing inwardly as it throbbed
under her touch. "I'll take care of you in due time, Mr. Wee Wee.
Would you like a sucky after our fucky, Mr. Wee Wee? I thought you
would. Such a good boy. Yes, you are. Tee hee."
Harriet raced downstairs and found her mother in the kitchen putting
dishes into the dishwasher. She was just pushing the door closed with
her insanely large rack as Harriet entered the room.
"Hey, sweetie," Hilda said with a naughty wink, poking her daughter
in the arm with her elbow. "You kids having fun up there? Hee hee.
Ricky giving you a little pokey?"
"Never mind that right now," Harriet spoke speedily, dismissing her
mother's pride in her promiscuity. "Chuck Dicker just pulled into the
driveway and I don't want to talk to him right now, not with my being
busy and everything. Could you tell him I'm not here or just keep him
occupied for a while while Ricky and I are upstairs? Please?"
"Oh, don't you worry a bit about that, sweetheart," Hilda Humper
assured her with a grin, unbuttoning a button on her blouse to reveal
just a smidgen of luscious cleavage, her top heavy gifts containing
much more that was still concealed by her clothing. "Momma will take
care of everything. I can assure you of that, sweetie. Run along,
baby. Momma will handle this."
Harriet had no doubt that Hilda would definitely handle this dilemma
in the usual Humper fashion. Harriet dashed back up the stairs, her
boobie baggage bouncing like the basketballs that she often dribbled
on the high school court, her heaving heaviness apparent in the
bobbing of her jugs. She reached the door and stepped into her
bedroom again, closing and locking the door behind her. On the bed,
Ricky was stretched out naked, his dormant dick drooping from lack of
activity as he smoked a Marlboro cigarette, blowing the smoke out in
rings.
"Shit, baby," Ricky spoke impatiently as he laughingly threw a hand
playfully across his cock. "You make a guy go a long time without
some pussy. Hop in the bed, sexy, and let's take up where we left
off. You ready for me to fuck the living shit out of you, tittie
princess? Mr. Wee Wee's ready to do a little muff-diving, if you know
what I mean."
"You know I know what you fucking mean, big boy," Harriet cooed,
removing her blouse as she swung her assets back and forth to turn
her lover on. She discarded her shorts to get naked once more and
shook her round beautiful ass in his face provocatively before she
turned and began to rub his manhood, watching it get instantly
hard. "Wow. He's a frisky little fucker, isn't he? How about I hop in
the saddle this time, big fellow? Would you like that? You want mommy
to slide on top and ride the baloney pony? Holy shit, but your wee
wee's gettin' big thinking about that shit, isn't he, fucker?"
Ricky remarked that he would love to have Harriet on top and so
without missing a beat she happily impaled herself on his straight
stalk and let it slide inside of her full hilt until she cried out.
"Fuck! That feels good, sugartits!" Ricky cried as she began to place
herself firmly in the saddle and rode his wee wee stickhorse like a
wild pony. "Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa, motherfucker! Yeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa! Save
the horses! Ride a motherfucking cowboy!"
Downstairs, the doorbell rang loudly and annoyingly and Hilda Humper
strode quickly to answer it, undoing another button on her orange
blouse as she walked, uncovering a bit more of the two swells that
made getting laid such an easy task for the blonde educator.
"Hi, Miss Humper," Chuck Dicker greeted her as she beckoned him
in. "Is Harriet home?"
"No, sweetie," Hilda said, feigning honesty as she led him into her
humble abode and turned to smile seductively at the young man, her
left hand sliding over the curve of her big right boob. "I think she
went to the movies with some friends or something."
"Darn it," Chuck said, disappointed in her absence but noticing
Hilda's eccentric behavior. "Uhhhhh, I wanted to see her."
"Don't be annoyed, Chuck," Hilda replied, putting a hand on his
shoulder. "I'll go get you a soft drink and then maybe I can get you
to help me hang the new framed painting I bought. I need a big strong
man to do it. I just love buying Norman Rockwell paintings. He's so
traditional and shit. I like the fucking traditional artwork better
than all that avant garde trashy shit being pushed on the public by
the pseudo-artists on the Left. All it does is undermine traditional
values. Fuck the fuckers. That's what I say. A bunch of Commie
cocksuckers, all of 'em. Faking their Vietnam service and shit. You
can't trust a damn one of 'em."
"That's true, Miss Humper," Chuck Dicker said nodding, feeling his
penis growing hard inside his pants as he managed to look down the
blouse of his girlfriend's mother, gazing at cleavage so deep that it
looked as if someone could fall into it and never be seen
again. "Most of them are Fifth Columnists and fellow travelers who
brag about their kitsch Marxism at Hollywood dinner parties.
Fuck 'em. They are the enemy within."
"Right as rain, Chuckie, you smart motherfucker," Hilda laughed aloud
as she patted the youngster softly on his bottom, her hand lingering
several seconds longer than it probably should have as she leaned
towards him, pressing one of her heaving boobies into his shoulder,
laughing as it mashed hard against him, the pliable flesh of her
knocker squashing when pressed to his inplacable form. "Smart boys
with big wee wees are the ones I like. Tee hee. And I think you
qualify."
After he consumed the soft drink, Hilda led him into the den and had
him stand on a sturdy chair to place her new Norman Rockwell painting
in an ideal place on the wall. Hilda smiled as she checked Chuck out
from behind with much admiration and then without warning, she
reached up between his legs, going up and under as her hand snaked
around to grab his crotch.
"Hee hee! It feels like that fucker's getting hard already!" Hilda
laughed and Chuck jumped down from the chair, somewhat surprised at
her behavior.
"Miss Humper!" Chuck sputtered, his eyes wide. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing, sweetie pie? I'm grabbing your
motherfucking wee wee. Why don't you just calm down and let me play
with him, baby. Mr. Wee Wee will be oh so happy if you do. Come on,
sweetie fucker. Just let your momma Hildy work. She just wants to
touch your private boy parts, what your mommy probably called your
bathing suit area when you were little."
"I don't know about this," Chuck said, worry covering his visage, but
his eyes would not leave Miss Humper's bustline.
"You don't know about what?" Hilda asked, slightly taken aback as she
undid her orange blouse and yanked it off, tossing it on the love
seat nearby as her super-sized knockers sprang forth, rolling out of
her top like they were being hatched and Chuck was the first one to
behold their insane circumference. "You don't know if you want
titties this big? Come on, Chuckie. Don't be afraid of momma. She
knows what's best. And what's best is what makes that wee wee of
yours feel good, right, Chuckie? Yours won't be the first young wee
wee in the world to have top-heavy Hilda get her naughty little hands
on it. Just think of all those wee wees in the world that I've played
with, okay, good fucker."
Hilda let Chuck Dicker touch her big breasts. The teenaged horndog
handled her like he was hungry for what she had on her chest, like he
was starving for boobies, big boobies that bounced and jounced and
fucking sashayed till it made his putter stand up. Hilda moaned as
Chuck felt her, then squeezed her, then kneaded and pulled on her,
and then sucked the living fuck out of her tee tees. Her boom booms
tingled their approval as he sucked the pert nipples and abundant
areola. Finally, she dropped in front of him and undid his Levi's,
pulling them down with his briefs, seeing his long wee wee pop up and
squealing with joyfulness as it did.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Hilda moaned, touching and then kissing him. "I
just love the nice young cocks like yours. So young and full of
promise. Mmmmmmmmmm. And full of jizz too, come to think of it. Tee
hee. All those young wee wees in the world, all just for me and my
little mouth to suck."
"Oh, Miss Humper. That feels good," Chuck proclaimed as she lapped at
his johnson and then began to fellate his private parts, sucking his
stalk like a nipple on a tittie.
Chuck cried out. He let out a roar of happiness as the pleasurable
tingles rushed over his pole like electrical current. For a second,
he thought that he must have jammed his hard-on into a wall socket.
"Oh, shiiiiittttttttt!" Chuck Dicker screamed as Hilda's blonde head
moved on his penis, decorating his dick with her saliva as she
applied almost life-threatening suction to the boy's prick. "Oh! Oh!
Oh! Wee wees of the world, UNITE!"
Fellatio was the order of the day and Hilda was, in several minutes,
feeling the phlegm-like discharge excreting itself from his
oversucked planting tool as it coated her throat.
"Oh, holy merciful fucking shit!" the boy said in a voice that
sounded like begging. "Don't let my squirtsies end, Miss Humper!
Don't let my squirtsies end! I'll never doubt momma Hildy again!"
After Chuck came and time had revived his spent pecker, the two of
them agreed with the idea of momma Hildy, that they should definitely
fuck.
Upstairs, Harriet screamed, cried and swore as her orgasm took her to
new heights and she finally dismounted after Ricky had squirted all
his pent-up jism upward and right into her waiting pussy.
"I'm going down to get a glass of water," Harriet told him before she
threw on her blouse and shorts again. "All this fucking has made me
so thirsty. I'll be back to suck your wee wee in a jiffy. Hope you
have a stiffy. Tee hee."
Harriet reiterated this comment by showing him she meant business, by
grabbing his naked cock again and squeezing it, feeling confident as
it grew in her hand. Ricky again reprised his earlier behavior and
reached beneath her blouse to cup her twin tawdry titties, her
bountiful bosom buddies. Harriet giggled and left the room.
When Harriet reached the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to
retrieve a pitcher of water, she suddenly heard the cries and moans
of her mother and Chuck coming from the den, the fact that they were
fucking quite evident.
Pouring herself some of the water into a glass, the blonde bimbo
quipped with a grin, "Good ol' Mom. She always takes care of
everything."
THE END
"Like A Virgin"
Big-Boobied Bimbo Educator Hilda Humper fucks her students in:
"Like A Virgin"
Written and edited by Victor C. Nathan
"Oh, yes!" Hilda Humper cried out in a bloodcurdling scream that
caused the walls of her office to shake. "Oh, yes, Kenny! Come in me!
Give me every fucking drop of you! Squirt your fucking wee wee juice
in my fucking pussy, you ten inch teacherfucker! Oh, my long wee wee
baby, I'm coming too, you fucking king of cocks!"
Hilda and her student Kenny Long writhed on the sofa in her office
and their bodies moved together as they both reached a riveting
climactic orgasm. Hilda's inner muscles squeezed and released Kenny's
thick sausage of a penis as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her
eighteen-year-old student exploded inside of her again and again,
blasting his fluid far into the recesses of her tight vagina.
"Uuuuhhhhh! Uuuuhhhhh!" Kenny grunted as his ten inch phallus spit
stream after stream of his thick sticky semen into her
tunnel. "Mmmmmmmmm! Fuuuuuuuck!"
"Oh, my," the 38-year-old teacher whispered as her orgasmic enjoyment
finally ended and a pleasantly faint afterglow of a tingle coursed
through every fiber of her pussy. "You good, good fucker. Kenny,
you've got one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen. Only Henry is
bigger than you are. That fucker of his gets so hard and long and
thick and throbbing when I whip that motherfucker out of his pants
and stroke the shit out of it and let him squirt his jizz all over my
big damn boobies. But I can bet you that I will never fuck a bigger
one than your ten inch hog. He's a big motherfucker, baby. He sure
makes little Hildy's pussy happy as hell."
"Well, I just got lucky, I guess," young Kenny replied modestly as he
slid his substantial cock out of the glove-tight sheath of her cunny
and watched as she did her usual routine and licked it completely
clean with her tongue. "Mmmmmmm. Now that feels good, Miss Humper.
I'm obliged to you."
"Mmmmmmm," Hilda cooed as her tongue completed the job of cleaning
off his slowly sagging pecker. "Gosh, your weanie tastes so fucking
good. I just love the taste of cum in the afternoon. This just
guaranteed you an 'A' for the semester. When I get dicked this good
then you deserve a reward. When your dick goes in, then good grades
should go out. Tee hee. When you get my pussy wetter, then your
motherfucking grades get better. That's how it works, Cock King."
"Thanks, Miss Humper," Kenny said, grinning as she finished lapping
all of the goo off of his schlong. "But I'm the lucky one. Big jugs
and great sex with a pretty woman like you. I'm quite fortunate. I
don't care about my grades as much as I care about a great fuck. My
wee wee's been hungry for it all day. Even having your daughter suck
me off in the janitor's closet after class wasn't enough to satiate
my prick."
"Well, you got the biggest dick I've ever fucked," Hilda said,
reiterating what she had just said a minute before. "Baby, I hate to
do this and I wanted to hump one more time and maybe suck some cum
out of your wee wee, but I have a new student that is just arriving
at this school and I need to talk to him before the new semester
begins tomorrow. Too bad I won't get to have that cock of yours in my
pussy again today. Geez, it's so fucking huge."
With this remark Miss Humper kissed Kenny's sagging length and rose
to put her clothes back on, retrieving her bra and panties from the
pile of clothing that was strewn across the floor of the office.
Kenny too began to slide on his underwear and then his pants. They
both sighed from the heavenly fuck that they had just enjoyed. It was
just another day in the life of Hilda Hannah Humper. She and Kenny
romped in her office a few times a week. They would fuck everywhere.
Desktops, sofas, the floor and up against the wall were all places
that they enjoyed bumping pelvises. Sex was Hilda's lifeblood. It was
what sustained her in her everyday life. It was her reason to live
and move and breathe.
"Bye, honey," Hilda Humper softly intoned as she kissed Kenny and
then rubbed his penis through the fabric of his pants as he placed
his hands beneath her mammoth chest and sweetly cupped her
boobs. "Fuck ya later."
She giggled and cupped his groin area then kissed him again before he
stepped from her office. Kenny Long smiled back at her and then
turned and took off down the hall, satisfied with the afternoon's
activities. His dick felt good. It always did after he left Hilda's
office. Kenny felt placated and a good satisfying sense of cathartic
release. Hilda was a prime fuck. He looked forward to every single
day that he could get his ten inch cock up into her. Kenny especially
loved when his teacher would suck him, and boy, oh, boy, did she ever
like to do that. Hilda Humper could suck a golf ball through a garden
hose and because of this he must have shot a gallon of cum into her
stomach in the last month.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," Miss Humper squealed, her face flushed as she used
a vibrator on herself, her legs apart and resting on her
desk. "Mmmmmmmmm, yeah! I love my fucking battery-operated boyfriend!"
It would be a few minutes before her new student would come to her
office to talk to her and now she wished that she had kept Kenny
around for one more quickie to pass the time. Hilda's pussy loved to
fuck him, to have his wee wee overflow her snug slot with his
abundance of fluid. Now she decided that she would pull the next male
student that walked by her office door into her office so she could
fuck him real quick. The 38-year-old teacher opened her door just a
smidgen and looked out into the hallway. She was scanning it for
potential good fuckers. Just passing her office at that very moment
was timid student Jeremy Peters. Hilda had heard from the grapevine
that Jeremy had a small penis and she wanted to find out for herself.
"Come here, sweetie," the big-boobed vixen huskily invited him as she
grabbed the edge of his shirt. "I want to talk to you, dear."
"M-m-m-me?" Jeremy stammered nervously as he gave her a surprised
look, his eyes shyly taking her and her bulbous boobs in. "You need
to talk to me, Miss Humper?"
"Yes, Jeremy," Hilda replied, giving him a devious grin as she yanked
him into her office and slammed the door behind him. "I need to have
a minute with you."
"Am I in trouble?" Jeremy asked her softly, his eyes falling. "What
did I do wrong?"
"Nothing," the educator said dismissingly, seeming to ignore his
questions as she stroked his arm. "Now let's see what we have here."
Hilda went to one knee and began to undo his belt and then unbuttoned
his pants. Next she unzipped his fly and slid down the young boy's
blue jeans.
"What are you doing?" Jeremy asked in a voice that could safely be
described as frightened. Hilda knew that he had to be a virgin. She
eased his briefs down and lovingly reached for what was indeed a
small stub of a penis.
"Here is what I was looking for," Hilda said in a soothing voice that
she hoped would calm the shy boy as she gingerly touched his
genitals. "You ever had a girl see this cock of yours, Jeremy? Ever
whipped your wee wee out in front of someone of the fairer sex,
someone with some ladybumps?"
"N-n-n-no," Jeremy Peters stuttered and then looked down at his
teacher with astonishment as she ran her palm over his private
parts. "Never have at all. None of the girls want to date me."
"Well, Hilda would sure like to help your little dick out, sweetie.
Can she do that for you? She would enjoy it too. How about letting
her make it feel good? Would that be okay, hon? I'd love to play with
your pee wee."
"Yes, ma'am, Miss Humper," Jeremy said with a smile as he glanced
down the blouse of the kneeling buxom teacher to admire her mountain
tits.
"Now don't be scared," Hilda reassured him as she lowered her head
and gave his little dick a kiss on its head. "I'm just going to start
out by sucking on him a little bit. I promise it'll be fun. Hold
still, sugar. I'm going to suck ya."
Miss Humper took the short stub of a pecker into her mouth and gently
but skillfully applied pressure to it. She did it slow so as not to
astonish the boy or frighten him. Hilda knew he was not at all
experienced. Then she stopped.
"If I keep doing this then your penis is going to start squirting,"
Hilda said, talking to him like a child. "Have you ever had that
happen when you were rubbing him, honey? Ever had Mr. Happy to spit?"
"Y-y-y-yes, ma'am," Jeremy Peters uttered abashedly, feeling his wee
wee tickle pleasantly. "Once or twice I did."
"And it felt good, didn't it?" Hilda replied, rubbing what was a
rapidly swelling penis. "I'll bet it tickled your little dinky too.
It looks like I got you tickled right now when I started licking and
sucking on your peter."
And she had. Hilda grinned a grin that was toothy and wickedly
seductive as she rubbed a cock that was growing to a surprising five
inches.
"Oh, baby," Hilda sighed breathily as she planted a kiss on the end
of Jeremy's planting tool. "Look at you! You are getting so big now!"
"Mmmmmmmmm," was all the lad could manage as the astonishment of what
was happening finally set in. "It feels good, Miss Humper."
"It's going to feel so much better," Hilda said forcefully as she
raised her dark skirt until Jeremy could make out her blond patch and
sweet pussy just below it. "We're going to do something very
secretarial. It is the good old fashioned, tried and true quickie.
Mr. Happy is going to take a little trip to Cunnyland. How would you
like to be my lover, my boyfriend, for fifteen minutes? You want to
fuck my funny cunny with your grown up pee wee, baby boy?"
"Yeeeaaaahhhhhhh!" Jeremy Peters practically cheered as his cock had
reached its fully erect apex and was rigid and ready for her. "This
is my first one, Miss Humper."
"It's okay, Jeremy," Hilda said coyly as she stretched out on her
desk and removed her blouse and any other encumberance to full access
to her watermelon-sized jugs. "I'll be the teacher and guide you into
the gates of pleasure. Come to momma. Come fuck me, sweetie. Put pee
wee into pussy."
"Don't have to call me to dinner twice," Jeremy said in a voice that
was deeper and braver and more confident than it had been minutes
before. "Oh, Miss Humper, I can't believe this is really happening."
"Believe it," Hilda spoke quickly as the youth moved towards her and
she rested her legs on his shoulders. "If we do it this way, it will
let you get your dick deeper inside me. I'll get you so far in there
and pump and squeeze that little sucker until he'll never want to
come out."
Young eighteen-year-old Jeremy was positioned in just the right spot
at the end of the desk and he slid in between his teacher's fleshy
legs that perched on his shoulders securely. Then Jeremy slid
forward. Reaching down, Hilda guided his swollen cock, positioning it
just right as he moved against her and slid into the tight tight
sleeve of her hot and soaking wet pussy.
"Oh, my!" Jeremy naively cried, sounding like a child enjoying the
newfound thrills of a merry-go-round. "It's so tight and so hot! It
feels great Miss Humper, just great!"
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" his teacher cooed as her pupil's pecker slid its way
home. "You're bigger than I thought. That feels fucking amazing,
baby. Now use it, new fucker."
Hilda gave him the cue as she moved her hips and her pussy gripped
his shocked stick. She could feel Jeremy throbbing inside of her.
Then this first-timer began to slowly thrust. Jeremy wasn't sure of
himself at first, but he finally found his rhythm. He grunted and
moaned with excitement and his eager hands grabbed the bouncing
bazooms that were moving like quaking mountains on Hilda's full-
fleshed frame that was outstretched on the cold oak desktop. The
harder he rammed against her, the higher they leaped up at her face,
which was by now a mask of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck me, baby! Give me that happy fuckstick of yours! Make him
boom, sweetie! Make that fucker boom inside me! I'm on fire, you hot
fucker! Fuck the shit out of me! Make me come! Make my fucking pussy
come! Oh, fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Hilda Humper's erotic screams were wall-shaking and her words were as
lewd as they always were when she was in the heat of passion. Jeremy
felt his johnson tense and knew from the tingle that he was just
seconds from squirting inside his horny hellcat of a teacher's
fuckhappy pussy.
"You want me to come, Miss Humper?" Jeremy asked as his plunges grew
more frenzied and Hilda's hips jolted with her rhythm.
"You bet your sweet fucking prick I want you to come!" Hilda cried
out as she felt the ridge of the boy's penis head swell inside
her. "Give me every fucking drop you have, baby! Flood me! Flood me!"
The buxom Miss Humper ground her hips against his five inch boner
that was slid, buried, rammed to the hilt inside of her pussy. Her
cries were more like whimpers at this point and young Jeremy smiled
as he felt her sopping insides grip his penis like a rubber glove.
Jeremy Peters was about to blast. He felt gratified knowing that at
last he had finally gotten to have sex. A virgin no more! His hands
went to Hilda's hips that were moving against his pressure-filled
phallus. The moment of truth had arrived and this high school student
felt the back-up of fluid growing in his testicles and creeping,
sneaking up into the tube of his pecker, yearning to shoot a stream
of liquid satisfaction into his teacher's vagina. Jeremy thrust only
two more times and then held his dick fully inside of her as he felt
himself let go and the tingle of orgasm shoot like a laser down the
inside of his cock as he ejaculated mightily.
"Oh, yeah! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Jeremy groaned, moaned and growled all
simultaneously as he gripped Hilda at the waist, big boobies still
flopping, and felt the first powerful stream of jism gush in a tickle
from his organ and cream the deep inside of her lush pussy. "Holy
shit! That feels good!"
"Yes, honey! Give it to me so........Aaaaahhhhh!" Hilda's screamed
instructions were interrupted by the otherworldly orgasm that took
over her body and ran through it like a strong volt of electricity.
Her inner muscles contracted and loosened, contracted and loosened as
she reached her heavenly delight. Jeremy squealed and cried like a
child naive in the erotic arts as his penis continued to fire squirt
after squirt of cum into Hilda's currently receiving cunny.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fucking shit!" Hilda screeched, her eyes taut shut and
her body flailing and jostling as the climax claimed all. "Come,
baby, come! I want you to remember this one for the rest of your
little life!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you, Miss Humper!" Jeremy hollered as his
penis seemed to keep spurting for an eternity, making up for eighteen
years of no sex and two balls filled with a lot of pent-up
cum. "Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaa!"
Finally the student's peter stopped its fire hose mechanism of
ejaculation and sputtered at last to dormancy. Mr. Peters was spent.
Hilda swayed and bucked on the desktop as her sweet sensations
subsided, her pussy being turned momentarily into a little piece of
erotic paradise. It was tingling and so wet that the oak wood beneath
her was sticky with her pungent juices that she had produced in such
abundance. The twang of her sweet smelling pussy was intoxicating in
its odor.
"Wow!" Jeremy said in astonishment as he came back to earth at last,
his eyes wild and full of life. "Miss Humper, that was the most
wonderful thing that has ever happened to me!"
"Oh, baby," Hilda spoke softly as the boy pulled his prick out of her
wet crevice and fell into a nearby chair. "You were amazing! That was
a doozy of a fuck! I am so happy for you! Congratulations, baby! Want
me to clean that manly cock off for you before you go?"
Hilda sat up on the desk, her bosom jarring before him and smiled a
broad smile that was filled with warmth. She softly touched Jeremy's
rapidly shrinking penis that was so sticky with the mingling of their
juices that were still fresh on it from their fuck. Then Hilda went
to her knees before him and guided his member to her lips.
"Happy first time, baby," she gingerly spoke as she looked up into
his wide gimlet eyes for just a brief few seconds. "Let's get the big
boy cleaned off. Gosh, you're a good first time fucker."
Hilda Humper lapped all the sticky fluid off of Jeremy Peters' proud
peter before she handed him his underwear, let him get dressed and
walked him to the door. When he departed, she smiled broadly.
"That was fun," Hilda said to herself as she sat at her desk wearing
nothing but the green panties that she had decided to put on. "I love
to fuck and I love breaking in the young cocks. He walks in a virgin
and walks out a man. Tee hee hee. He was fucking the shit out of me.
For a first fuck, that was one for the highlight reel. Sometimes I
forget how important education is. Students need to know two things.
They need to be erudite and they need to know how to fuck a pussy.
Tee hee. Educate 'em, fellate 'em and fornicate 'em. The ABCs of
motherfucking learning."
THE END
"Like A Virgin"
Written and edited by Victor C. Nathan
"Oh, yes!" Hilda Humper cried out in a bloodcurdling scream that
caused the walls of her office to shake. "Oh, yes, Kenny! Come in me!
Give me every fucking drop of you! Squirt your fucking wee wee juice
in my fucking pussy, you ten inch teacherfucker! Oh, my long wee wee
baby, I'm coming too, you fucking king of cocks!"
Hilda and her student Kenny Long writhed on the sofa in her office
and their bodies moved together as they both reached a riveting
climactic orgasm. Hilda's inner muscles squeezed and released Kenny's
thick sausage of a penis as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her
eighteen-year-old student exploded inside of her again and again,
blasting his fluid far into the recesses of her tight vagina.
"Uuuuhhhhh! Uuuuhhhhh!" Kenny grunted as his ten inch phallus spit
stream after stream of his thick sticky semen into her
tunnel. "Mmmmmmmmm! Fuuuuuuuck!"
"Oh, my," the 38-year-old teacher whispered as her orgasmic enjoyment
finally ended and a pleasantly faint afterglow of a tingle coursed
through every fiber of her pussy. "You good, good fucker. Kenny,
you've got one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen. Only Henry is
bigger than you are. That fucker of his gets so hard and long and
thick and throbbing when I whip that motherfucker out of his pants
and stroke the shit out of it and let him squirt his jizz all over my
big damn boobies. But I can bet you that I will never fuck a bigger
one than your ten inch hog. He's a big motherfucker, baby. He sure
makes little Hildy's pussy happy as hell."
"Well, I just got lucky, I guess," young Kenny replied modestly as he
slid his substantial cock out of the glove-tight sheath of her cunny
and watched as she did her usual routine and licked it completely
clean with her tongue. "Mmmmmmm. Now that feels good, Miss Humper.
I'm obliged to you."
"Mmmmmmm," Hilda cooed as her tongue completed the job of cleaning
off his slowly sagging pecker. "Gosh, your weanie tastes so fucking
good. I just love the taste of cum in the afternoon. This just
guaranteed you an 'A' for the semester. When I get dicked this good
then you deserve a reward. When your dick goes in, then good grades
should go out. Tee hee. When you get my pussy wetter, then your
motherfucking grades get better. That's how it works, Cock King."
"Thanks, Miss Humper," Kenny said, grinning as she finished lapping
all of the goo off of his schlong. "But I'm the lucky one. Big jugs
and great sex with a pretty woman like you. I'm quite fortunate. I
don't care about my grades as much as I care about a great fuck. My
wee wee's been hungry for it all day. Even having your daughter suck
me off in the janitor's closet after class wasn't enough to satiate
my prick."
"Well, you got the biggest dick I've ever fucked," Hilda said,
reiterating what she had just said a minute before. "Baby, I hate to
do this and I wanted to hump one more time and maybe suck some cum
out of your wee wee, but I have a new student that is just arriving
at this school and I need to talk to him before the new semester
begins tomorrow. Too bad I won't get to have that cock of yours in my
pussy again today. Geez, it's so fucking huge."
With this remark Miss Humper kissed Kenny's sagging length and rose
to put her clothes back on, retrieving her bra and panties from the
pile of clothing that was strewn across the floor of the office.
Kenny too began to slide on his underwear and then his pants. They
both sighed from the heavenly fuck that they had just enjoyed. It was
just another day in the life of Hilda Hannah Humper. She and Kenny
romped in her office a few times a week. They would fuck everywhere.
Desktops, sofas, the floor and up against the wall were all places
that they enjoyed bumping pelvises. Sex was Hilda's lifeblood. It was
what sustained her in her everyday life. It was her reason to live
and move and breathe.
"Bye, honey," Hilda Humper softly intoned as she kissed Kenny and
then rubbed his penis through the fabric of his pants as he placed
his hands beneath her mammoth chest and sweetly cupped her
boobs. "Fuck ya later."
She giggled and cupped his groin area then kissed him again before he
stepped from her office. Kenny Long smiled back at her and then
turned and took off down the hall, satisfied with the afternoon's
activities. His dick felt good. It always did after he left Hilda's
office. Kenny felt placated and a good satisfying sense of cathartic
release. Hilda was a prime fuck. He looked forward to every single
day that he could get his ten inch cock up into her. Kenny especially
loved when his teacher would suck him, and boy, oh, boy, did she ever
like to do that. Hilda Humper could suck a golf ball through a garden
hose and because of this he must have shot a gallon of cum into her
stomach in the last month.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," Miss Humper squealed, her face flushed as she used
a vibrator on herself, her legs apart and resting on her
desk. "Mmmmmmmmm, yeah! I love my fucking battery-operated boyfriend!"
It would be a few minutes before her new student would come to her
office to talk to her and now she wished that she had kept Kenny
around for one more quickie to pass the time. Hilda's pussy loved to
fuck him, to have his wee wee overflow her snug slot with his
abundance of fluid. Now she decided that she would pull the next male
student that walked by her office door into her office so she could
fuck him real quick. The 38-year-old teacher opened her door just a
smidgen and looked out into the hallway. She was scanning it for
potential good fuckers. Just passing her office at that very moment
was timid student Jeremy Peters. Hilda had heard from the grapevine
that Jeremy had a small penis and she wanted to find out for herself.
"Come here, sweetie," the big-boobed vixen huskily invited him as she
grabbed the edge of his shirt. "I want to talk to you, dear."
"M-m-m-me?" Jeremy stammered nervously as he gave her a surprised
look, his eyes shyly taking her and her bulbous boobs in. "You need
to talk to me, Miss Humper?"
"Yes, Jeremy," Hilda replied, giving him a devious grin as she yanked
him into her office and slammed the door behind him. "I need to have
a minute with you."
"Am I in trouble?" Jeremy asked her softly, his eyes falling. "What
did I do wrong?"
"Nothing," the educator said dismissingly, seeming to ignore his
questions as she stroked his arm. "Now let's see what we have here."
Hilda went to one knee and began to undo his belt and then unbuttoned
his pants. Next she unzipped his fly and slid down the young boy's
blue jeans.
"What are you doing?" Jeremy asked in a voice that could safely be
described as frightened. Hilda knew that he had to be a virgin. She
eased his briefs down and lovingly reached for what was indeed a
small stub of a penis.
"Here is what I was looking for," Hilda said in a soothing voice that
she hoped would calm the shy boy as she gingerly touched his
genitals. "You ever had a girl see this cock of yours, Jeremy? Ever
whipped your wee wee out in front of someone of the fairer sex,
someone with some ladybumps?"
"N-n-n-no," Jeremy Peters stuttered and then looked down at his
teacher with astonishment as she ran her palm over his private
parts. "Never have at all. None of the girls want to date me."
"Well, Hilda would sure like to help your little dick out, sweetie.
Can she do that for you? She would enjoy it too. How about letting
her make it feel good? Would that be okay, hon? I'd love to play with
your pee wee."
"Yes, ma'am, Miss Humper," Jeremy said with a smile as he glanced
down the blouse of the kneeling buxom teacher to admire her mountain
tits.
"Now don't be scared," Hilda reassured him as she lowered her head
and gave his little dick a kiss on its head. "I'm just going to start
out by sucking on him a little bit. I promise it'll be fun. Hold
still, sugar. I'm going to suck ya."
Miss Humper took the short stub of a pecker into her mouth and gently
but skillfully applied pressure to it. She did it slow so as not to
astonish the boy or frighten him. Hilda knew he was not at all
experienced. Then she stopped.
"If I keep doing this then your penis is going to start squirting,"
Hilda said, talking to him like a child. "Have you ever had that
happen when you were rubbing him, honey? Ever had Mr. Happy to spit?"
"Y-y-y-yes, ma'am," Jeremy Peters uttered abashedly, feeling his wee
wee tickle pleasantly. "Once or twice I did."
"And it felt good, didn't it?" Hilda replied, rubbing what was a
rapidly swelling penis. "I'll bet it tickled your little dinky too.
It looks like I got you tickled right now when I started licking and
sucking on your peter."
And she had. Hilda grinned a grin that was toothy and wickedly
seductive as she rubbed a cock that was growing to a surprising five
inches.
"Oh, baby," Hilda sighed breathily as she planted a kiss on the end
of Jeremy's planting tool. "Look at you! You are getting so big now!"
"Mmmmmmmmm," was all the lad could manage as the astonishment of what
was happening finally set in. "It feels good, Miss Humper."
"It's going to feel so much better," Hilda said forcefully as she
raised her dark skirt until Jeremy could make out her blond patch and
sweet pussy just below it. "We're going to do something very
secretarial. It is the good old fashioned, tried and true quickie.
Mr. Happy is going to take a little trip to Cunnyland. How would you
like to be my lover, my boyfriend, for fifteen minutes? You want to
fuck my funny cunny with your grown up pee wee, baby boy?"
"Yeeeaaaahhhhhhh!" Jeremy Peters practically cheered as his cock had
reached its fully erect apex and was rigid and ready for her. "This
is my first one, Miss Humper."
"It's okay, Jeremy," Hilda said coyly as she stretched out on her
desk and removed her blouse and any other encumberance to full access
to her watermelon-sized jugs. "I'll be the teacher and guide you into
the gates of pleasure. Come to momma. Come fuck me, sweetie. Put pee
wee into pussy."
"Don't have to call me to dinner twice," Jeremy said in a voice that
was deeper and braver and more confident than it had been minutes
before. "Oh, Miss Humper, I can't believe this is really happening."
"Believe it," Hilda spoke quickly as the youth moved towards her and
she rested her legs on his shoulders. "If we do it this way, it will
let you get your dick deeper inside me. I'll get you so far in there
and pump and squeeze that little sucker until he'll never want to
come out."
Young eighteen-year-old Jeremy was positioned in just the right spot
at the end of the desk and he slid in between his teacher's fleshy
legs that perched on his shoulders securely. Then Jeremy slid
forward. Reaching down, Hilda guided his swollen cock, positioning it
just right as he moved against her and slid into the tight tight
sleeve of her hot and soaking wet pussy.
"Oh, my!" Jeremy naively cried, sounding like a child enjoying the
newfound thrills of a merry-go-round. "It's so tight and so hot! It
feels great Miss Humper, just great!"
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" his teacher cooed as her pupil's pecker slid its way
home. "You're bigger than I thought. That feels fucking amazing,
baby. Now use it, new fucker."
Hilda gave him the cue as she moved her hips and her pussy gripped
his shocked stick. She could feel Jeremy throbbing inside of her.
Then this first-timer began to slowly thrust. Jeremy wasn't sure of
himself at first, but he finally found his rhythm. He grunted and
moaned with excitement and his eager hands grabbed the bouncing
bazooms that were moving like quaking mountains on Hilda's full-
fleshed frame that was outstretched on the cold oak desktop. The
harder he rammed against her, the higher they leaped up at her face,
which was by now a mask of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck me, baby! Give me that happy fuckstick of yours! Make him
boom, sweetie! Make that fucker boom inside me! I'm on fire, you hot
fucker! Fuck the shit out of me! Make me come! Make my fucking pussy
come! Oh, fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Hilda Humper's erotic screams were wall-shaking and her words were as
lewd as they always were when she was in the heat of passion. Jeremy
felt his johnson tense and knew from the tingle that he was just
seconds from squirting inside his horny hellcat of a teacher's
fuckhappy pussy.
"You want me to come, Miss Humper?" Jeremy asked as his plunges grew
more frenzied and Hilda's hips jolted with her rhythm.
"You bet your sweet fucking prick I want you to come!" Hilda cried
out as she felt the ridge of the boy's penis head swell inside
her. "Give me every fucking drop you have, baby! Flood me! Flood me!"
The buxom Miss Humper ground her hips against his five inch boner
that was slid, buried, rammed to the hilt inside of her pussy. Her
cries were more like whimpers at this point and young Jeremy smiled
as he felt her sopping insides grip his penis like a rubber glove.
Jeremy Peters was about to blast. He felt gratified knowing that at
last he had finally gotten to have sex. A virgin no more! His hands
went to Hilda's hips that were moving against his pressure-filled
phallus. The moment of truth had arrived and this high school student
felt the back-up of fluid growing in his testicles and creeping,
sneaking up into the tube of his pecker, yearning to shoot a stream
of liquid satisfaction into his teacher's vagina. Jeremy thrust only
two more times and then held his dick fully inside of her as he felt
himself let go and the tingle of orgasm shoot like a laser down the
inside of his cock as he ejaculated mightily.
"Oh, yeah! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Jeremy groaned, moaned and growled all
simultaneously as he gripped Hilda at the waist, big boobies still
flopping, and felt the first powerful stream of jism gush in a tickle
from his organ and cream the deep inside of her lush pussy. "Holy
shit! That feels good!"
"Yes, honey! Give it to me so........Aaaaahhhhh!" Hilda's screamed
instructions were interrupted by the otherworldly orgasm that took
over her body and ran through it like a strong volt of electricity.
Her inner muscles contracted and loosened, contracted and loosened as
she reached her heavenly delight. Jeremy squealed and cried like a
child naive in the erotic arts as his penis continued to fire squirt
after squirt of cum into Hilda's currently receiving cunny.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fucking shit!" Hilda screeched, her eyes taut shut and
her body flailing and jostling as the climax claimed all. "Come,
baby, come! I want you to remember this one for the rest of your
little life!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you, Miss Humper!" Jeremy hollered as his
penis seemed to keep spurting for an eternity, making up for eighteen
years of no sex and two balls filled with a lot of pent-up
cum. "Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaa!"
Finally the student's peter stopped its fire hose mechanism of
ejaculation and sputtered at last to dormancy. Mr. Peters was spent.
Hilda swayed and bucked on the desktop as her sweet sensations
subsided, her pussy being turned momentarily into a little piece of
erotic paradise. It was tingling and so wet that the oak wood beneath
her was sticky with her pungent juices that she had produced in such
abundance. The twang of her sweet smelling pussy was intoxicating in
its odor.
"Wow!" Jeremy said in astonishment as he came back to earth at last,
his eyes wild and full of life. "Miss Humper, that was the most
wonderful thing that has ever happened to me!"
"Oh, baby," Hilda spoke softly as the boy pulled his prick out of her
wet crevice and fell into a nearby chair. "You were amazing! That was
a doozy of a fuck! I am so happy for you! Congratulations, baby! Want
me to clean that manly cock off for you before you go?"
Hilda sat up on the desk, her bosom jarring before him and smiled a
broad smile that was filled with warmth. She softly touched Jeremy's
rapidly shrinking penis that was so sticky with the mingling of their
juices that were still fresh on it from their fuck. Then Hilda went
to her knees before him and guided his member to her lips.
"Happy first time, baby," she gingerly spoke as she looked up into
his wide gimlet eyes for just a brief few seconds. "Let's get the big
boy cleaned off. Gosh, you're a good first time fucker."
Hilda Humper lapped all the sticky fluid off of Jeremy Peters' proud
peter before she handed him his underwear, let him get dressed and
walked him to the door. When he departed, she smiled broadly.
"That was fun," Hilda said to herself as she sat at her desk wearing
nothing but the green panties that she had decided to put on. "I love
to fuck and I love breaking in the young cocks. He walks in a virgin
and walks out a man. Tee hee hee. He was fucking the shit out of me.
For a first fuck, that was one for the highlight reel. Sometimes I
forget how important education is. Students need to know two things.
They need to be erudite and they need to know how to fuck a pussy.
Tee hee. Educate 'em, fellate 'em and fornicate 'em. The ABCs of
motherfucking learning."
THE END
"The Humper Family--A Study in Absurdity"
"The Humper Family--A Study in Absurdity"
By Victor C. Nathan
The Humper family with all their excesses, extremes and exaggerated
egregious antics are the natural result of a decade, the 1960s, which
represented a turning from intellect to emotions and self-indulgence.
Hilda Humper, the matriarchal head of the Humpers perhaps personifies
this more than any other character save June Humper herself. Hilda
celebrates the worship, the deification of the nerve endings that the
sixties generation mainstreamed with astonishing rapidity. The anti-
establishment slogan of "If it feels good, do it" is nowhere better
displayed than within the unsettling, yet humorous parameters of the
Humper household.
Yet the tales of the family Humper hardly give support to the
reigning leftist zeitgeist of our times, the zeitgeist that has
beseiged the US, Canada and all of Old Europe. Hilda, Harriet, Henry
and June seem to indulge in their amorous behavior, satiate the
cravings coursing through their private parts while giving a wink to
the amused reader that should by now be in on the joke, the satirical
commentary that they are making. The sexual license taken in these
tawdry tales show a group of characters who have taken the radical
Left's ideology to its logical end, but still attempt to hold on to a
modicum of innocence, hence their childish use of terms like "wee
wee" and "pee wee head." Their insatiable desire to copulate has not
stricken all facets of their lost innocence from their personas. The
Humpers resemble Adam and Eve, two fallen beings driven from the
Garden of Eden because of the knowledge of good and evil, but yet
longing to return to that utopian world, if only temporarily. Yet the
angel with the flaming sword holds them back from reentry because of
their capacity for original sin.
The Humpers immature grasping for silly childish frivolity juxtaposed
beside their shameless promiscuity symbolizes the duality in all of
us, what Johnny Cash was referring to when he talked about two dogs.
One of the dogs is black with a white stripe, representing the bad
person who still has a bit of good left in him, though very little.
The other dog is white with a black stripe. This dog represents the
good person, who although good still has some bad, some sin residing
within him. Perhaps the Humpers would all be black dogs, but not
totally black dogs. The Humpers, traditional in many overlooked ways,
are not all bad. Hilda loves her children and dotes on them, although
in well-meaning but misguided ways, hence her stroking of Henry's
oversized penis to the point of squirting ejaculation and her
permitting him to place his phallus between her basketball boobs for
sexual gratification.
Yet the Humper family, more than anything else, are cartoons. They
are 1960s fantasy that show us that the apple of the 1960s, accepted
by so many as desirable, still contains a worm. The excesses of the
Humpers, which admittedly do contain much humor, only show us the
absurdity of what passes for modern liberalism. Much of what the
modern Left advocates as axiomatic resembles a circus sideshow as
patently ridiculous as the lives, actions and attitudes of the Humper
family.
By Victor C. Nathan
The Humper family with all their excesses, extremes and exaggerated
egregious antics are the natural result of a decade, the 1960s, which
represented a turning from intellect to emotions and self-indulgence.
Hilda Humper, the matriarchal head of the Humpers perhaps personifies
this more than any other character save June Humper herself. Hilda
celebrates the worship, the deification of the nerve endings that the
sixties generation mainstreamed with astonishing rapidity. The anti-
establishment slogan of "If it feels good, do it" is nowhere better
displayed than within the unsettling, yet humorous parameters of the
Humper household.
Yet the tales of the family Humper hardly give support to the
reigning leftist zeitgeist of our times, the zeitgeist that has
beseiged the US, Canada and all of Old Europe. Hilda, Harriet, Henry
and June seem to indulge in their amorous behavior, satiate the
cravings coursing through their private parts while giving a wink to
the amused reader that should by now be in on the joke, the satirical
commentary that they are making. The sexual license taken in these
tawdry tales show a group of characters who have taken the radical
Left's ideology to its logical end, but still attempt to hold on to a
modicum of innocence, hence their childish use of terms like "wee
wee" and "pee wee head." Their insatiable desire to copulate has not
stricken all facets of their lost innocence from their personas. The
Humpers resemble Adam and Eve, two fallen beings driven from the
Garden of Eden because of the knowledge of good and evil, but yet
longing to return to that utopian world, if only temporarily. Yet the
angel with the flaming sword holds them back from reentry because of
their capacity for original sin.
The Humpers immature grasping for silly childish frivolity juxtaposed
beside their shameless promiscuity symbolizes the duality in all of
us, what Johnny Cash was referring to when he talked about two dogs.
One of the dogs is black with a white stripe, representing the bad
person who still has a bit of good left in him, though very little.
The other dog is white with a black stripe. This dog represents the
good person, who although good still has some bad, some sin residing
within him. Perhaps the Humpers would all be black dogs, but not
totally black dogs. The Humpers, traditional in many overlooked ways,
are not all bad. Hilda loves her children and dotes on them, although
in well-meaning but misguided ways, hence her stroking of Henry's
oversized penis to the point of squirting ejaculation and her
permitting him to place his phallus between her basketball boobs for
sexual gratification.
Yet the Humper family, more than anything else, are cartoons. They
are 1960s fantasy that show us that the apple of the 1960s, accepted
by so many as desirable, still contains a worm. The excesses of the
Humpers, which admittedly do contain much humor, only show us the
absurdity of what passes for modern liberalism. Much of what the
modern Left advocates as axiomatic resembles a circus sideshow as
patently ridiculous as the lives, actions and attitudes of the Humper
family.
"Harriet Gets Her Wee Wee Juice"
Starring Young Tawdry Trollop Harriet Humper in:
"Harriet Gets Her Wee Wee Juice"
Written by Victor C. Nathan
"You wanted to talk to me, Principal Johnson?" Harriet asked
innocently as she walked slowly into his office.
High school senior Harriet Humper strode into Ron Johnson's office
space. She was dressed sexily in a white blouse that hugged her H cup
titties and a scoop neckline that showed a plethora of magnificent
cleavage. Principal Johnson beamed inwardly when he saw her.
"Come in, Harriet," Johnson spoke with fake sternness to the young
tart as his eyes barely yanked themselves away from her bustline to
meet her sparkling eyes. "Have a seat right there."
Harriet took a seat in the cushioned chair before Ron Johnson's big
oak desk.
"Am I in trouble for something, Mr. Johnson?" Harriet asked him,
concern etching her angel face as she did so.
"Not exactly," the principal said, his lips upturning as he spoke. "I
have heard some good things about your work."
With this, he stood up from behind his desk and Harriet gasped to see
the giant erection protruding from the open fly of his khaki pants.
Ron grinned coyly and slyly, his penis engorged from the lust that he
felt for this buxom girl, the lust that made the blood straighten his
member to a nine inch column. Her soccer ball boobs were fucking
gargantuan, round, heavy, yet high and proud on her chest in two
massive globes of flesh that made Dolly Parton look like a fucking
schoolgirl. Ron's hard-on was as hard as a steel post, his wee wee
pointing straight in her direction.
"Harriet, some of the football players have told me about the good
work you do in promoting school spirit," the principal
continued. "They say that you have special skills that you use quite
frequently."
"Yes, Mr. Johnson," Harriet replied, attempting to conceal her
surprise yet admiring every inch of him. "I do have special skills
that I display from time to time. Tee hee. Actually, I use them a
whole, whole lot, almost everyday."
"So I've been told," Johnson responded and then laughed as he shook
at the waist, making his protracted pecker jump up and down, acting
almost as silly as a curious schoolboy just discovering how much fun
it is to play with his wee wee. "Now I suggest that you take that
blouse off and show me your titties. Holy shit, it looks like you're
hiding two midgets under that top. I want to see those big knockers."
"Tee hee," Harriet giggled, pinching her puckered nipple through her
blouse as she heaved her big glands out of her top and promptly
discarded it. "My titties need some air anyway. They so sweaty. Tee
hee."
And they were. Sweat glistened at the cleavage of her giant mammary
glands. Her heavy and heaving sweat glands were definitely sweating,
but slowly began to cool as the cool air from the air conditioning
unit hit her bulging boobs, making the young blonde vixen coo with
delight. Principal Johnson gaped unashamedly at her prominent rack,
his penis so hard now that he was aching to come, to squirt his jizz
all over the tawdry top heavy trollop. Harriet Humper's nipples were
hard and pebbly, erect and firm as the cool and refreshing air hit
them. A droplet of sweat slipped down the rounded mountainous surface
of her big left boobie, sliding past her reddish pink nipple and
silver dollar sized areola.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, my titties feel good, Principal Johnson," Harriet
sighed, kneading the abundant flesh of her young and ripe assets, her
H cup assets that swelled, heaved from her chest, looking even more
cartoonish as they jutted out above her tiny and slender waist. "My
knockers are so chilly. Tee hee hee. That AC is cranking like a
motherfucker and my bosom buddies are feeling icy cold and comfy. You
want to touch 'em, big fucker?"
"Hell, yeah, you big-tittied bitch!" Ron replied eagerly, rubbing the
hardness between his legs as he walked towards her. "I want to
squeeze those big motherfucking titties, baby. You've made me so
fucking hard, you little trollop. I going to play with those puppies
and then you're going to suck the fuck out of my dick, aren't you,
Angeltits?"
"I'll even swallow all your cum, Principal Johnson," Harriet assured
him with a grin as he roughly grabbed her funbags, smiling as the
ridiculous amount of excess flesh oozed out of his insufficient
palms. "Squeeze me, motherfucker. Feel all of me, you sweet dick. Rub
me, knead me, tug me, fondle me, then suck me."
Ron Johnson gripped her tits roughly, his hands and fingers
exploring, enjoying and savoring every inch, every corner of her
flesh swells. The principal let his hands move between her boobies,
disappearing into her cleavage and then touching and rubbing the
insides of her whopping, bouncing bazooms. After several minutes of
this intense fondling, Johnson bent forward and latched on to the
nipple of her right breast, drawing hard on her pert protrusion.
Harriet squealed and lowered her hand to place it on his fiercely
erect penis.
"Oh, Ronnie," Harriet moaned as his sucking grew loud and sloppy,
sucking her boob like a nursing baby, smacking his lips and slurping
loudly and unabashedly. "That feels fucking great, you good sucker.
And it looks like somebody's got a great big hard-on too. Tee hee.
Daddy's wee wee likes."
The big-boobed bimbo gingerly and teasingly touched and felt his
protracted cock with her little feminine fingers, enjoying the
texture of his rigid male sex organ. When the boobie sucking ceased,
Harriet needed little coaxing when she went to her knees to fellate
his nine inch cock.
"Now suck that son of a bitch, baby. Just suck Big Johnson, you
little floozy. Suck him hard and long and make him come in your
mouth."
"Yes, sir," Harriet quickly replied after she knelt on the floor with
a smile. "That's the same thing the cop that pulled me over the other
night said before he gave me a breathalyzer test. Hee hee. And I
sucked his wee wee too."
Harriet grabbed Mr. Johnson's hard wee wee in her tiny hands and held
it tenderly to her subtly parted ruby lips, almost seeming to study
it before she put it in her mouth. Then Harriet gave his mushroom
head a barely perceptible butterfly kiss, her oversized set bobbing
with her movements.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah," Ron moaned impatiently, still standing and now
patting her approvingly on the top of her blonde head. "But enough of
the kisses and tender shit. I want you to put my dick in your mouth
and take me all the way into your throat when you suck me. You can
even pretend this is a fucking breathalyzer test if you want to. Just
fellate me, you tawdry trollop."
"Sure thing, Mr. J," Harriet answered sweetly as she moved his pee
wee head close to her mouth. "It would be my pleasure. Tee hee hee. I
love wee wees, especially the big ones."
Harriet engulfed the cock of the head of the high school as she stuck
him quickly in between her opened lips and then thrust her head
forward. Up and down her blonde head rocked as she washed his wee wee
thoroughly. The young Humper was having a ton of fun and her jugs
jumped frantically as she fellated his private parts.
"Ohhhhhhhh, shittttt!" Ron Johnson bellowed with pleasure, reaching
down to grab her by the ears. "And make those titties really leap
while you're sucking my prick, you talented little cocksucker."
Ten minutes later, Harriet departed from the principal's office and
ran into her busty friend Missy Cummings. Missy was surprised to see
Harriet leaving Mr. Johnson's office.
"Oh, shit, Harriet," Missy laughed with a gasp. "You just sucked his
dick, didn't you?"
"You know, Missy," Harriet said, grinning with glistening lips as she
straightened her blonde mane of gorgeous hair and pushed her dangling
and exposed large left tittie back into her blouse with some
difficulty. "I always thought Principal Johnson was a strict
disciplinarian, but he is actually a very generous man. I mean, he
just gave me a very nice pearl necklace and he made my big
motherfucking boobies feel good as shit. He came so much that I
couldn't swallow it all. Tee hee. Now I better run. Your brother is
giving me a ride home today since my car is fucked up. I figured I'd
give his wee wee a little suck too. Tee hee."
"I told him to try to keep his dick in his pants," Missy laughed as
she adjusted her extra large brassiere. "He's always pulling it out
in public."
"You bitch!" Harriet slapped her best friend playfully on the
arm. "Why the fuck would you tell him that? I wanted to play with his
big fucker on the ride home. I might even be in the mood to fuck him.
Tee hee."
"I figured you might," Missy chuckled as she winked knowingly. "He is
such a horndog. Hell, he even tries to get me to play with his big
wee wee when I'm at home. That's when he's not trying to grab my big
boobs."
"And do you?" Harriet asked, adjusting her own boulder holder now.
"A lady never tells," Missy replied with a devilish grin and a sly
wink.
"I'll remember that the next time I meet one," Harriet laughed hard
now. "You naughty little strumpet."
Harriet Humper was definitely going to get some more wee wee today.
This would be the second one in the last several hours. Harriet was
glad to be getting a ride home from school from her friend Missy
Cummings' brother Ricky since her car was in the shop. She was
attracted to Ricky and had heard that he was very well endowed. After
driving for a few minutes, they finally reached the Humper household,
which was located at address 1069 Sex Drive. It was a suitable name
for a street where the two biggest nymphomaniacs in town lived.
Harriet rose from the passenger seat and her big breasts jounced a
little as she got out of the vehicle and walked around to Ricky
Cummings' side of the car where he could enjoy the two peaks that
swelled against the fabric of her white blouse and the low cut
neckline that displayed her wonderful cleavage to the world.
"Thanks for the ride, Ricky," the nearly 19-year-old blonde beauty
spoke sweetly to him.
"You're welcome," Ricky replied, smiling a toothy grin that made
Harriet know that he was interested in her, her and her chest.
But, as she often wondered, who wasn't interested? Harriet was the
prettiest girl in school and her long blonde hair, giant triple H cup
bosom and plump, but firm ass, drove all the guys crazy. They all
wanted to fuck her and most of them got to. Harriet was no algebra
problem, as her blowing of the principal had made evident.
"Want to come in and get a diet soda and a blow job or something?"
Harriet asked Ricky as her manicured fingers brushed his cheek.
"Sure," Ricky gave an eager retort and Harriet was sure that she had
started the blood flowing to the right area.
They strode briskly to the house after Ricky pulled the car up to
avoid blocking the street.
"Here you go, sweetie," Harriet's syrupy, yet husky voice uttered as
she handed him a can of soda from the fridge. "Now let's go upstairs
for a little while. Tee hee hee."
Ricky smiled knowingly at her giggle and followed her up the wooden
staircase. He knew what he was definitely going to be getting.
"Is your mom home?" Ricky asked as they walked down the hallway and
he studied the framed pictures that adorned every inch of the wall.
"Yeah," Harriet laughed. "I think she's in the den fucking the
paperboy. Hee hee. Good ol' mom. She's fucking wee wee crazy. She
fucks him every day of the damn week."
The muffled sounds of heavy breathing, squealing, screaming and
moaning could be heard resounding down the vast hallway. Mom was
getting fucked but good, Harriet thought, happy for her.
"Must be where her daughter gets her horniness from," Ricky laughed
as Harriet yanked him into her bedroom and slammed the door.
"You know it, honeybun," Harriet sighed sweetly to him before she
leaned forward to give him a kiss, their tongues meeting and sliding
into each other's mouths. "What Chuck doesn't know can't hurt him. I
mean, my mom sucks his wee wee too. So I don't feel too bad about
sucking yours."
"You and Chuck are dating?" Ricky asked with concern when the kiss
ended. "Are you sure this is okay then?"
"Don't worry about it, baby," Harriet assured him. "We both have
agreed that we can fuck other people. I mean, I sucked the whole
football team last week. That's over 30 wee wees."
"Well, then I guess it's okay to suck one more," Ricky chuckled
casually as he reached out and placed his hand on one of her awesome
assets, squeezing her tittie treasure. "Oh, Harriet, you are so big
and soft. Mmmmmmmm."
"Tee hee. Of course I am. Now come here and let me see how big and
hard you are, good fucker," Harriet giggled playfully as she moved
towards the bed, her giant young jugs jiggling beneath her grossly
insufficient top like two regulation size NBA basketballs encased in
soft porcelain skin. "I need to get me a boy part right now. Mmmmmm,
yes."
"Okay, sexy," Ricky acquiesced as he walked towards where the big-
boobed girl stood waiting beside the bed.
"Now, big boy," Harriet said seductively as she grabbed Ricky
Cummings by the shirt and pulled him ever closer. "Let's see what we
have in that zipper. Let's whip it out of those pants, big fellow."
Harriet unbuttoned Ricky's pants and then slid down his fly. But she
didn't stop there. The young vixen yanked his trousers to the floor
and madly clawed at his thick white briefs which were already
beginning to form a tent.
"Oh, yeah!" Harriet cried out in wild jubilation and whistled with
admiration as Ricky's nine and a half inch penis sprung up into her
face. "What a wee wee! This thing is fucking amazing, baby!"
Ricky now sat on Harriet's bed and the blonde bimbo knelt on the
floor in front of him, crouching between his legs. His pecker was
enormous and jutted right into her face. Harriet knew that she just
had to suck it. Hilda Humper's offspring frantically removed her
white blouse and let the giant swollen orbs of her bouncy boobies
tumble into the light of day.
"How do you like these mommas?" the young Humper girl cooed in a
childishly playful voice as her right hand gripped the rigid cock
that twitched as Ricky surveyed the glorious expansive size and scope
of her. "You like momma's mammy mounds? Tee hee hee! Looks like that
gets baby's big long love rocket all hard and hot and bothered!
That's why just a tiny little itty bitty amount of wee wee juice is
leaking out of his pee wee pole! Little Miss H thinks it looks yummy!"
"Holy shit!" Ricky exclaimed as Harriet guided the head of his donkey-
sized dick to her mouth and proceeded to lick the trickle of pre-cum
that had oozed from his little pee hole off of its spongy head of
warrior.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Harriet slurped in a muffled voice as his penis head
became her chief preoccupation. "Want me to make him squirt a big
monster load of wee wee juice?"
"Oh, yes! Fuck, yes!" Ricky begged and cried as her blonde head moved
over his wee wee and her warm, thick lips took just the mushroom
crown of his manhood into their sweet embrace, her chest charms
quivering with anticipation. "Please suck me! Please suck me, baby!"
A loud slurp was Harriet's wonderful reply. As she sucked on his wee
wee head, it was ironic that at the same moment the screams of her
mother grew loud and urgent from where the paperboy gave her a
special delivery in the den. Harriet only had the tip of Ricky's
jumbo johnson in her mouth and her wacky little tongue dabbled and
dallied at its hole. He almost laughed out loud at the ticklishly
good sensations that coursed through his member with compliments
going to Harriet's cock-sucking expertise. This blonde beauty was no
novice in the ways of pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmmphhhhh!" Harriet greedily grunted as she took ever more of
the seemingly tree-sized phallus that she held in her oral embrace,
her boobie bombs pressing into his legs, jumping up and down like big
balls of desire and yearning.
"Oh, baby! That feels so good! That feels fucking spectacular!" Ricky
screamed out as he reached to knead and handle Harriet's big fucking
jugs that were bounding and bobbing and slapping noisily and joyously
together with every moment that she fellated his weenie.
Ricky Cummings knew that Harriet was anxious for him to come, but he
knew from experience that he could hold out for a good long while
when a girl was sucking his big love rocket. Even Harriet's superior
abilities couldn't defeat his resolve for longevity. Ricky could hold
it in and hold it in until he was so built up and needing release
that his ejaculation felt like it could blow a girl's head off with
its impact. There had been a lot of girls lining up for what he had
in his drawers. Harriet, however, was the hottest and the one with
the biggest fucking titties that he had ever seen on a girl her age.
Only her momma was bigger.
"Yes, baby! Suck me hard!" Ricky encouraged her as he roughly pinched
the sensitive areola of her boobs and tugged in a way that was not at
all gentle.
"Fellate me! Wash that wee wee! Wax that fucker up and make it shine
and it will give you all the wee wee juice you can swallow, baby! Oh,
sweet motherfucking shit, I love it!"
Harriet by now had a mouthful of cock and her gorgeous face was drawn
and receiving him. The big-tittied blonde sucked him so loud and so
hard that by this point it sounded like she was trying to extract his
insides. Harriet was striving to bring him to a forceful explosive
ejaculation that would give her the maximum wee wee juice possible.
"Hell, yeah!" Ricky yelped as Harriet squeezed his big sack and
sucked on the thick stalk of his phallus loudly and more
sloppily. "I'm almost there, baby! I'm almost fucking there! Make me
motherfucking come! Come on, baby!"
The tawdry trollop was giving him the wee wee wash of a lifetime.
This cock-sucking strumpet was engulfing every inch of his nearly ten
inch prick, taking Ricky entirely into her mouth and down her throat.
Harriet was hungry for it.
"Mmmmphhh! Mmmmphhh!" the gimcrack goddess groaned, her mouth too
full to moan her horny meretricious words that filled her feverishly
lustful mind at this point of her suckfest.
Yes, Harriet was ruttish and randy, horny to the core as she blew
Ricky's big, long penis and her vast titties leaped with the
unencumbered freedom of being removed from their deep green H cup
boobie traps.
"Oh, Harriet!" Ricky breathed in jubilant tingling bliss as he felt
the pressure build in his big set of balls and the tingle of the
foretaste of expulsion thrill the tiny cleft of his pee pee
hole. "Mmmmmmmmm, baby! I'm about to give it all to you!"
Ricky Cummings pressed her mammoth knockers lustily together and his
hands savored the feeling of holding her gigantic beautiful mountains
in his grasp, if only for an afternoon. Was he ever glad that he had
given Harriet Humper a ride home. This giggly little tart was one hot
chick. Now Ricky was going to get to come in her mouth.
"Sluuuurrrrrrpppppppppppppppp!" Harriet's thick ruby red lips echoed
as she enjoyed his member like it was an ice cream pop.
"Oh, shit!" Ricky bellowed when his hands went to her blonde hair
that had just been cut and styled the day before right as his penis
shuddered and then tensed and finally burst like a weakened
dam. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
Harriet grunted and cooed as Ricky's whopping wee wee fired off its
first round of the juice that she so craved. The semen began to spurt
and she gobbled and ingested every thick drop that oozed and
splattered from his rocketing shaft. Ricky came so hard that some of
his jizz ran down Harriet's chin and onto her jumping juggies. She
drank down every bit that he squirted.
"Mmmmmmmm, yummy, yummy! I love your yummy cummy!" Harriet giggled in
a silly little girl voice when he had finished coming and she slid
his penis out of her mouth with a wet pop. "I just love your big
rocket heady's wee wee juice! It's good shit! Tee hee hee!"
"I'm glad you like it," Ricky said smiling as she licked him totally
clean and then raised each of her breasts to her mouth to lick off
the stray excess of his jism that adorned her pert and weighty
bazooms.
"You know what, Ricky? I think it might be a good idea for me to
leave my car in the shop an extra day and let you give me a ride home
tomorrow," Harriet said and gave him the cutest little devilish smile
as she reached to pinch his wee wee softly before she kissed his
waning pecker on the head. "After all, this stuff does have a lot of
vitamins and minerals and a girl does need to get her nourishment.
Tee hee. By the way, has Missy ever played with your big wee wee
before? She wouldn't say."
"A gentleman never tells," Ricky retorted with a clever grin as she
pinched one of her nipples sweetly, his other hand lowering her
panties in one smooth motion.
"I'll remember that the next time I suck one," Harriet Humper giggled
as she helped him take off her panties. "Or fuck one. Tee hee."
The two youngsters laughed knowingly as Ricky tossed Harriet to the
bed and plunged his newly erect penis into her open and receiving
pussy. He greedily grabbed her H cup hooters as he forced his dick
inside her as deep and as far as it would go. She was so tight and
wet and he suddenly realized how much he loved to carpool.
"Fuck me, fucker! Fuck me, fucker! Fuck me, fucker, good!" Harriet
screeched as he plumbed the depths of her vaginal slot, the lips of
her pussy hugging his erect stalk. "Now tell me, big fucker, did
Missy ever play with your wee wee?"
"Oh, shit, you're tight as shit, Harriet," Ricky grunted as he nailed
her plump ass to the mattress with his nine and a half incher, making
her titan titties flail. "After she begged me for two hours, what
else could I do?"
THE END
"Harriet Gets Her Wee Wee Juice"
Written by Victor C. Nathan
"You wanted to talk to me, Principal Johnson?" Harriet asked
innocently as she walked slowly into his office.
High school senior Harriet Humper strode into Ron Johnson's office
space. She was dressed sexily in a white blouse that hugged her H cup
titties and a scoop neckline that showed a plethora of magnificent
cleavage. Principal Johnson beamed inwardly when he saw her.
"Come in, Harriet," Johnson spoke with fake sternness to the young
tart as his eyes barely yanked themselves away from her bustline to
meet her sparkling eyes. "Have a seat right there."
Harriet took a seat in the cushioned chair before Ron Johnson's big
oak desk.
"Am I in trouble for something, Mr. Johnson?" Harriet asked him,
concern etching her angel face as she did so.
"Not exactly," the principal said, his lips upturning as he spoke. "I
have heard some good things about your work."
With this, he stood up from behind his desk and Harriet gasped to see
the giant erection protruding from the open fly of his khaki pants.
Ron grinned coyly and slyly, his penis engorged from the lust that he
felt for this buxom girl, the lust that made the blood straighten his
member to a nine inch column. Her soccer ball boobs were fucking
gargantuan, round, heavy, yet high and proud on her chest in two
massive globes of flesh that made Dolly Parton look like a fucking
schoolgirl. Ron's hard-on was as hard as a steel post, his wee wee
pointing straight in her direction.
"Harriet, some of the football players have told me about the good
work you do in promoting school spirit," the principal
continued. "They say that you have special skills that you use quite
frequently."
"Yes, Mr. Johnson," Harriet replied, attempting to conceal her
surprise yet admiring every inch of him. "I do have special skills
that I display from time to time. Tee hee. Actually, I use them a
whole, whole lot, almost everyday."
"So I've been told," Johnson responded and then laughed as he shook
at the waist, making his protracted pecker jump up and down, acting
almost as silly as a curious schoolboy just discovering how much fun
it is to play with his wee wee. "Now I suggest that you take that
blouse off and show me your titties. Holy shit, it looks like you're
hiding two midgets under that top. I want to see those big knockers."
"Tee hee," Harriet giggled, pinching her puckered nipple through her
blouse as she heaved her big glands out of her top and promptly
discarded it. "My titties need some air anyway. They so sweaty. Tee
hee."
And they were. Sweat glistened at the cleavage of her giant mammary
glands. Her heavy and heaving sweat glands were definitely sweating,
but slowly began to cool as the cool air from the air conditioning
unit hit her bulging boobs, making the young blonde vixen coo with
delight. Principal Johnson gaped unashamedly at her prominent rack,
his penis so hard now that he was aching to come, to squirt his jizz
all over the tawdry top heavy trollop. Harriet Humper's nipples were
hard and pebbly, erect and firm as the cool and refreshing air hit
them. A droplet of sweat slipped down the rounded mountainous surface
of her big left boobie, sliding past her reddish pink nipple and
silver dollar sized areola.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, my titties feel good, Principal Johnson," Harriet
sighed, kneading the abundant flesh of her young and ripe assets, her
H cup assets that swelled, heaved from her chest, looking even more
cartoonish as they jutted out above her tiny and slender waist. "My
knockers are so chilly. Tee hee hee. That AC is cranking like a
motherfucker and my bosom buddies are feeling icy cold and comfy. You
want to touch 'em, big fucker?"
"Hell, yeah, you big-tittied bitch!" Ron replied eagerly, rubbing the
hardness between his legs as he walked towards her. "I want to
squeeze those big motherfucking titties, baby. You've made me so
fucking hard, you little trollop. I going to play with those puppies
and then you're going to suck the fuck out of my dick, aren't you,
Angeltits?"
"I'll even swallow all your cum, Principal Johnson," Harriet assured
him with a grin as he roughly grabbed her funbags, smiling as the
ridiculous amount of excess flesh oozed out of his insufficient
palms. "Squeeze me, motherfucker. Feel all of me, you sweet dick. Rub
me, knead me, tug me, fondle me, then suck me."
Ron Johnson gripped her tits roughly, his hands and fingers
exploring, enjoying and savoring every inch, every corner of her
flesh swells. The principal let his hands move between her boobies,
disappearing into her cleavage and then touching and rubbing the
insides of her whopping, bouncing bazooms. After several minutes of
this intense fondling, Johnson bent forward and latched on to the
nipple of her right breast, drawing hard on her pert protrusion.
Harriet squealed and lowered her hand to place it on his fiercely
erect penis.
"Oh, Ronnie," Harriet moaned as his sucking grew loud and sloppy,
sucking her boob like a nursing baby, smacking his lips and slurping
loudly and unabashedly. "That feels fucking great, you good sucker.
And it looks like somebody's got a great big hard-on too. Tee hee.
Daddy's wee wee likes."
The big-boobed bimbo gingerly and teasingly touched and felt his
protracted cock with her little feminine fingers, enjoying the
texture of his rigid male sex organ. When the boobie sucking ceased,
Harriet needed little coaxing when she went to her knees to fellate
his nine inch cock.
"Now suck that son of a bitch, baby. Just suck Big Johnson, you
little floozy. Suck him hard and long and make him come in your
mouth."
"Yes, sir," Harriet quickly replied after she knelt on the floor with
a smile. "That's the same thing the cop that pulled me over the other
night said before he gave me a breathalyzer test. Hee hee. And I
sucked his wee wee too."
Harriet grabbed Mr. Johnson's hard wee wee in her tiny hands and held
it tenderly to her subtly parted ruby lips, almost seeming to study
it before she put it in her mouth. Then Harriet gave his mushroom
head a barely perceptible butterfly kiss, her oversized set bobbing
with her movements.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah," Ron moaned impatiently, still standing and now
patting her approvingly on the top of her blonde head. "But enough of
the kisses and tender shit. I want you to put my dick in your mouth
and take me all the way into your throat when you suck me. You can
even pretend this is a fucking breathalyzer test if you want to. Just
fellate me, you tawdry trollop."
"Sure thing, Mr. J," Harriet answered sweetly as she moved his pee
wee head close to her mouth. "It would be my pleasure. Tee hee hee. I
love wee wees, especially the big ones."
Harriet engulfed the cock of the head of the high school as she stuck
him quickly in between her opened lips and then thrust her head
forward. Up and down her blonde head rocked as she washed his wee wee
thoroughly. The young Humper was having a ton of fun and her jugs
jumped frantically as she fellated his private parts.
"Ohhhhhhhh, shittttt!" Ron Johnson bellowed with pleasure, reaching
down to grab her by the ears. "And make those titties really leap
while you're sucking my prick, you talented little cocksucker."
Ten minutes later, Harriet departed from the principal's office and
ran into her busty friend Missy Cummings. Missy was surprised to see
Harriet leaving Mr. Johnson's office.
"Oh, shit, Harriet," Missy laughed with a gasp. "You just sucked his
dick, didn't you?"
"You know, Missy," Harriet said, grinning with glistening lips as she
straightened her blonde mane of gorgeous hair and pushed her dangling
and exposed large left tittie back into her blouse with some
difficulty. "I always thought Principal Johnson was a strict
disciplinarian, but he is actually a very generous man. I mean, he
just gave me a very nice pearl necklace and he made my big
motherfucking boobies feel good as shit. He came so much that I
couldn't swallow it all. Tee hee. Now I better run. Your brother is
giving me a ride home today since my car is fucked up. I figured I'd
give his wee wee a little suck too. Tee hee."
"I told him to try to keep his dick in his pants," Missy laughed as
she adjusted her extra large brassiere. "He's always pulling it out
in public."
"You bitch!" Harriet slapped her best friend playfully on the
arm. "Why the fuck would you tell him that? I wanted to play with his
big fucker on the ride home. I might even be in the mood to fuck him.
Tee hee."
"I figured you might," Missy chuckled as she winked knowingly. "He is
such a horndog. Hell, he even tries to get me to play with his big
wee wee when I'm at home. That's when he's not trying to grab my big
boobs."
"And do you?" Harriet asked, adjusting her own boulder holder now.
"A lady never tells," Missy replied with a devilish grin and a sly
wink.
"I'll remember that the next time I meet one," Harriet laughed hard
now. "You naughty little strumpet."
Harriet Humper was definitely going to get some more wee wee today.
This would be the second one in the last several hours. Harriet was
glad to be getting a ride home from school from her friend Missy
Cummings' brother Ricky since her car was in the shop. She was
attracted to Ricky and had heard that he was very well endowed. After
driving for a few minutes, they finally reached the Humper household,
which was located at address 1069 Sex Drive. It was a suitable name
for a street where the two biggest nymphomaniacs in town lived.
Harriet rose from the passenger seat and her big breasts jounced a
little as she got out of the vehicle and walked around to Ricky
Cummings' side of the car where he could enjoy the two peaks that
swelled against the fabric of her white blouse and the low cut
neckline that displayed her wonderful cleavage to the world.
"Thanks for the ride, Ricky," the nearly 19-year-old blonde beauty
spoke sweetly to him.
"You're welcome," Ricky replied, smiling a toothy grin that made
Harriet know that he was interested in her, her and her chest.
But, as she often wondered, who wasn't interested? Harriet was the
prettiest girl in school and her long blonde hair, giant triple H cup
bosom and plump, but firm ass, drove all the guys crazy. They all
wanted to fuck her and most of them got to. Harriet was no algebra
problem, as her blowing of the principal had made evident.
"Want to come in and get a diet soda and a blow job or something?"
Harriet asked Ricky as her manicured fingers brushed his cheek.
"Sure," Ricky gave an eager retort and Harriet was sure that she had
started the blood flowing to the right area.
They strode briskly to the house after Ricky pulled the car up to
avoid blocking the street.
"Here you go, sweetie," Harriet's syrupy, yet husky voice uttered as
she handed him a can of soda from the fridge. "Now let's go upstairs
for a little while. Tee hee hee."
Ricky smiled knowingly at her giggle and followed her up the wooden
staircase. He knew what he was definitely going to be getting.
"Is your mom home?" Ricky asked as they walked down the hallway and
he studied the framed pictures that adorned every inch of the wall.
"Yeah," Harriet laughed. "I think she's in the den fucking the
paperboy. Hee hee. Good ol' mom. She's fucking wee wee crazy. She
fucks him every day of the damn week."
The muffled sounds of heavy breathing, squealing, screaming and
moaning could be heard resounding down the vast hallway. Mom was
getting fucked but good, Harriet thought, happy for her.
"Must be where her daughter gets her horniness from," Ricky laughed
as Harriet yanked him into her bedroom and slammed the door.
"You know it, honeybun," Harriet sighed sweetly to him before she
leaned forward to give him a kiss, their tongues meeting and sliding
into each other's mouths. "What Chuck doesn't know can't hurt him. I
mean, my mom sucks his wee wee too. So I don't feel too bad about
sucking yours."
"You and Chuck are dating?" Ricky asked with concern when the kiss
ended. "Are you sure this is okay then?"
"Don't worry about it, baby," Harriet assured him. "We both have
agreed that we can fuck other people. I mean, I sucked the whole
football team last week. That's over 30 wee wees."
"Well, then I guess it's okay to suck one more," Ricky chuckled
casually as he reached out and placed his hand on one of her awesome
assets, squeezing her tittie treasure. "Oh, Harriet, you are so big
and soft. Mmmmmmmm."
"Tee hee. Of course I am. Now come here and let me see how big and
hard you are, good fucker," Harriet giggled playfully as she moved
towards the bed, her giant young jugs jiggling beneath her grossly
insufficient top like two regulation size NBA basketballs encased in
soft porcelain skin. "I need to get me a boy part right now. Mmmmmm,
yes."
"Okay, sexy," Ricky acquiesced as he walked towards where the big-
boobed girl stood waiting beside the bed.
"Now, big boy," Harriet said seductively as she grabbed Ricky
Cummings by the shirt and pulled him ever closer. "Let's see what we
have in that zipper. Let's whip it out of those pants, big fellow."
Harriet unbuttoned Ricky's pants and then slid down his fly. But she
didn't stop there. The young vixen yanked his trousers to the floor
and madly clawed at his thick white briefs which were already
beginning to form a tent.
"Oh, yeah!" Harriet cried out in wild jubilation and whistled with
admiration as Ricky's nine and a half inch penis sprung up into her
face. "What a wee wee! This thing is fucking amazing, baby!"
Ricky now sat on Harriet's bed and the blonde bimbo knelt on the
floor in front of him, crouching between his legs. His pecker was
enormous and jutted right into her face. Harriet knew that she just
had to suck it. Hilda Humper's offspring frantically removed her
white blouse and let the giant swollen orbs of her bouncy boobies
tumble into the light of day.
"How do you like these mommas?" the young Humper girl cooed in a
childishly playful voice as her right hand gripped the rigid cock
that twitched as Ricky surveyed the glorious expansive size and scope
of her. "You like momma's mammy mounds? Tee hee hee! Looks like that
gets baby's big long love rocket all hard and hot and bothered!
That's why just a tiny little itty bitty amount of wee wee juice is
leaking out of his pee wee pole! Little Miss H thinks it looks yummy!"
"Holy shit!" Ricky exclaimed as Harriet guided the head of his donkey-
sized dick to her mouth and proceeded to lick the trickle of pre-cum
that had oozed from his little pee hole off of its spongy head of
warrior.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Harriet slurped in a muffled voice as his penis head
became her chief preoccupation. "Want me to make him squirt a big
monster load of wee wee juice?"
"Oh, yes! Fuck, yes!" Ricky begged and cried as her blonde head moved
over his wee wee and her warm, thick lips took just the mushroom
crown of his manhood into their sweet embrace, her chest charms
quivering with anticipation. "Please suck me! Please suck me, baby!"
A loud slurp was Harriet's wonderful reply. As she sucked on his wee
wee head, it was ironic that at the same moment the screams of her
mother grew loud and urgent from where the paperboy gave her a
special delivery in the den. Harriet only had the tip of Ricky's
jumbo johnson in her mouth and her wacky little tongue dabbled and
dallied at its hole. He almost laughed out loud at the ticklishly
good sensations that coursed through his member with compliments
going to Harriet's cock-sucking expertise. This blonde beauty was no
novice in the ways of pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmmphhhhh!" Harriet greedily grunted as she took ever more of
the seemingly tree-sized phallus that she held in her oral embrace,
her boobie bombs pressing into his legs, jumping up and down like big
balls of desire and yearning.
"Oh, baby! That feels so good! That feels fucking spectacular!" Ricky
screamed out as he reached to knead and handle Harriet's big fucking
jugs that were bounding and bobbing and slapping noisily and joyously
together with every moment that she fellated his weenie.
Ricky Cummings knew that Harriet was anxious for him to come, but he
knew from experience that he could hold out for a good long while
when a girl was sucking his big love rocket. Even Harriet's superior
abilities couldn't defeat his resolve for longevity. Ricky could hold
it in and hold it in until he was so built up and needing release
that his ejaculation felt like it could blow a girl's head off with
its impact. There had been a lot of girls lining up for what he had
in his drawers. Harriet, however, was the hottest and the one with
the biggest fucking titties that he had ever seen on a girl her age.
Only her momma was bigger.
"Yes, baby! Suck me hard!" Ricky encouraged her as he roughly pinched
the sensitive areola of her boobs and tugged in a way that was not at
all gentle.
"Fellate me! Wash that wee wee! Wax that fucker up and make it shine
and it will give you all the wee wee juice you can swallow, baby! Oh,
sweet motherfucking shit, I love it!"
Harriet by now had a mouthful of cock and her gorgeous face was drawn
and receiving him. The big-tittied blonde sucked him so loud and so
hard that by this point it sounded like she was trying to extract his
insides. Harriet was striving to bring him to a forceful explosive
ejaculation that would give her the maximum wee wee juice possible.
"Hell, yeah!" Ricky yelped as Harriet squeezed his big sack and
sucked on the thick stalk of his phallus loudly and more
sloppily. "I'm almost there, baby! I'm almost fucking there! Make me
motherfucking come! Come on, baby!"
The tawdry trollop was giving him the wee wee wash of a lifetime.
This cock-sucking strumpet was engulfing every inch of his nearly ten
inch prick, taking Ricky entirely into her mouth and down her throat.
Harriet was hungry for it.
"Mmmmphhh! Mmmmphhh!" the gimcrack goddess groaned, her mouth too
full to moan her horny meretricious words that filled her feverishly
lustful mind at this point of her suckfest.
Yes, Harriet was ruttish and randy, horny to the core as she blew
Ricky's big, long penis and her vast titties leaped with the
unencumbered freedom of being removed from their deep green H cup
boobie traps.
"Oh, Harriet!" Ricky breathed in jubilant tingling bliss as he felt
the pressure build in his big set of balls and the tingle of the
foretaste of expulsion thrill the tiny cleft of his pee pee
hole. "Mmmmmmmmm, baby! I'm about to give it all to you!"
Ricky Cummings pressed her mammoth knockers lustily together and his
hands savored the feeling of holding her gigantic beautiful mountains
in his grasp, if only for an afternoon. Was he ever glad that he had
given Harriet Humper a ride home. This giggly little tart was one hot
chick. Now Ricky was going to get to come in her mouth.
"Sluuuurrrrrrpppppppppppppppp!" Harriet's thick ruby red lips echoed
as she enjoyed his member like it was an ice cream pop.
"Oh, shit!" Ricky bellowed when his hands went to her blonde hair
that had just been cut and styled the day before right as his penis
shuddered and then tensed and finally burst like a weakened
dam. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
Harriet grunted and cooed as Ricky's whopping wee wee fired off its
first round of the juice that she so craved. The semen began to spurt
and she gobbled and ingested every thick drop that oozed and
splattered from his rocketing shaft. Ricky came so hard that some of
his jizz ran down Harriet's chin and onto her jumping juggies. She
drank down every bit that he squirted.
"Mmmmmmmm, yummy, yummy! I love your yummy cummy!" Harriet giggled in
a silly little girl voice when he had finished coming and she slid
his penis out of her mouth with a wet pop. "I just love your big
rocket heady's wee wee juice! It's good shit! Tee hee hee!"
"I'm glad you like it," Ricky said smiling as she licked him totally
clean and then raised each of her breasts to her mouth to lick off
the stray excess of his jism that adorned her pert and weighty
bazooms.
"You know what, Ricky? I think it might be a good idea for me to
leave my car in the shop an extra day and let you give me a ride home
tomorrow," Harriet said and gave him the cutest little devilish smile
as she reached to pinch his wee wee softly before she kissed his
waning pecker on the head. "After all, this stuff does have a lot of
vitamins and minerals and a girl does need to get her nourishment.
Tee hee. By the way, has Missy ever played with your big wee wee
before? She wouldn't say."
"A gentleman never tells," Ricky retorted with a clever grin as she
pinched one of her nipples sweetly, his other hand lowering her
panties in one smooth motion.
"I'll remember that the next time I suck one," Harriet Humper giggled
as she helped him take off her panties. "Or fuck one. Tee hee."
The two youngsters laughed knowingly as Ricky tossed Harriet to the
bed and plunged his newly erect penis into her open and receiving
pussy. He greedily grabbed her H cup hooters as he forced his dick
inside her as deep and as far as it would go. She was so tight and
wet and he suddenly realized how much he loved to carpool.
"Fuck me, fucker! Fuck me, fucker! Fuck me, fucker, good!" Harriet
screeched as he plumbed the depths of her vaginal slot, the lips of
her pussy hugging his erect stalk. "Now tell me, big fucker, did
Missy ever play with your wee wee?"
"Oh, shit, you're tight as shit, Harriet," Ricky grunted as he nailed
her plump ass to the mattress with his nine and a half incher, making
her titan titties flail. "After she begged me for two hours, what
else could I do?"
THE END
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