"Hilda And The Giant Wee Wee"

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't fucking wait."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It sure fucking does, Hilda."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


THE END

"Brighton Rock!"

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