"Marsha Knockersfield and the Gulag Archipelago"

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eeeeeee, awwwww! Eeeeeee, awwwww!

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

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

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

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


THE END

"Seven Days Without Tittie Makes One Weak"

Starring slightly overweight, but big-boobied Hilda Humper and her
boy Henry Humper in:
"Seven Days Without Tittie Makes One Weak"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur


"Holy fucking shit!" cried Henry Humper as he entered the kitchen of
the home he shared with his mother, Hilda, and his teenaged sister,
Harriet. "We must have about six inches of snow out there! I doubt we
can even get the car out."

"I know," sighed Hilda, turning the bacon she was cooking for
breakfast, dressed in a pair of silk pajama tops and a camisole that
barely contained her humungous triple J cup boobies that were held up
precariously by the thin strap of the garment, her nipples poking
sharply through the soft fabric. "We may be stuck in the house for a
few days, until it melts."

"Shit, I'm going to build a big fucking snowman, or maybe a
snowwoman, with Harriet later," said Henry, coming up behind his
mother and wrapping his arms around her from behind to give her a
hug. "Holy shit, Mom. Someone has put on a few pounds over the
holidays. You feel a bit pudgy."

"Henry, I can't believe you said that," sighed Hilda, wounded by her
youngest child's words, a solitary tear slipping from her eye and
tracing its way down her cheek and dripping onto the top of her
protruding right boob with a splash. "Are you saying that I'm fat?"

"Nah, you're not fat, just a bit pudgy, see?" said Henry, pinching a
slight roll of fat at his mother's usually trim waist. "You have love
handles, Mom, but that just means there's more of you to love. Hee
hee. More cushion for the pushin', if you get my drift."

"Henry Humper," his mother snapped angrily, her overstuffed breasts
shaking wildly as her ire rose. "I can't believe you would say such a
thing to me. But since you have, don't expect me to pay any attention
to Mr. Wean for the next week. I am not going to put even one
solitary finger on your pecker for the next seven days!"

"That big wee wee, what I call your big bad mean Mr. Wean, is going
to be one lonely fucker for a good long stretch of time, you
insensitive little fucker!" Hilda told her youngest child, her
bountiful bulges of boobery quivering, shivering, shaking and quaking
with her ire and emotional hurt. "A woman is judged by her body,
especially me, Henry. My knockers are the talk of this town. Do you
really wonder why so many men like to get their wee wees into my
naughty cunny slot? And you say something so thoughtless, right after
all the tugs and shit I gave you over the Christmas holiday."

"Henry, you are a fucking asshole!" Harriet Humper, his older sister
snapped at him from where she balanced a plate of pancakes atop her
own H cup mountainous globular glands and ate them with her fork.

"Gee, Mom. Why are you being so touchy? It's not my fault you had too
many rum and eggnogs and a few too many Christmas cookies. I'm just
sorry you gained it around the waist and not on your titties," Henry
laughed insensitively, pointing his index finger and jabbing it into
her left breast for emphasis, the soft flesh causing an almost
reflexive stirring in his boxer shorts. "But to neglect Mr. Wean for
a whole week, well, shit, that's just not right."

"Yeah, well too fucking bad," responded Hilda, her plump pillows of
plush boobery bounty quaking with her fury. "But my titties are off
limits too. I won't have you treating me like this, Henry Humper. So
you and Mr. Wean can just find someone else to play with for the next
week. And you can cook your own damn breakfast too!"

Hilda used a dish towel to dab the tears from her eyes and left the
kitchen, truly stung by Henry's thoughtless words, her heavenly-sized
honkers heaving up and down with her sobs of sadness.

"Geez, Henry," Harriet looked at her younger sibling with disgust as
she ate the last bite of the pancakes that Hilda had made her,
sitting the plate onto the table and then taking a cloth napkin and
dabbing away the blueberry syrup that had dripped profusely onto the
tops of her H cup trademark Humper hooters and then down into the
cleavage that nearly every boy at school had placed his penis into
just for kicks.

"That was thoughtless to say to Mommy. You've been swinging that huge
horsecock around at school in front of all the big-boobed
cheerleaders for so long, you think you are the 'cock' of the walk.
And I was even going to build a big-tittied snowwoman with you today
after I fucked the mailman, but now I don't think so."

"Shit!" Henry shouted after his mother as she strode up the stairs,
her chest leading the way.

Easily closing the distance between them with his long-legged
strides, Henry caught up with his mother in the upstairs hall, just
outside her bedroom.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Really I didn't. You're not pudgy,
you're just......well.....pleasingly plump!"

"Oh, Henry!" Hilda wailed, the tears now flowing freely from her
pretty blue eyes, her huge treasure chest heaving again, wildly up
and down as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Get away from me, you cruel,
cruel boy. And don't expect to see my titties or have me touch your
big boner for at least a week, maybe longer. You hurt my feelings. I
am going to go on a diet and lose these few pounds, but you will
still be a cruel, heartless boy to say such things to me. Now get out
of my sight. I'm going to my room and I want to be left alone."

"I said I'm sorry," Henry said meekly, feeling bad that he had ever
said anything about his mother's extra few pounds as he pulled his
wee wee from his boxers and waved it in Hilda's direction, studying
her partially exposed whopping wee wee magnets all the while. "You
can't really mean that you won't touch my pecker. I mean, how would I
go a whole week? How would wee wee ever survive? He's got jizz he
needs to squirt."

"That's your fucking problem, Henry Heartless Humper," said Hilda,
slapping his wee wee sharply with her open palm as she turned and
opened the door to her bedroom, leaving faint red marks where her
fingers had connected with the fragile skin of his most intimate body
part. "Go find someone slimmer than I am to play with your big cock
and balls. As far as I'm concerned, both you and mean Mr. Wean can go
straight to hell!" With those words, Hilda threw her head back
haughtily, making her juggies jiggle, and then entered her bedroom,
slamming the door noisily in Henry's face.

"Oh, motherfucking shit," Henry gasped, his giant semi-erection
dangling almost agile in front of him as he realized with horror what
he had done. "I think I fucked up this time. I think I fucked up big
time. What the fuck is Mr. Wean going to do all snowed in with no
happy hands on him and no mountain titties to make him spit up?"

Then Henry felt his own tears begin, almost in sync with the cries he
could hear coming from behind the door of his beautiful and busty J
cup mommy. "Waaaahhhhhhhhh! Please, Mommy! Wee wee needs! Wee wee
needs! Mr. Wean needs his pipeys cleaned out! Waaaahhhhhhh!" Henry
resorted back to the baby talk that had been so familiar to him in
his first sixteen years of breastfeeding for milk, baby talk that
Hilda Humper, laden as she was with such overwhelming milk balloons,
never discouraged.

"Henry, go away," he heard his mother say from within her bedroon as
she continued to sob at his thoughtlessness. "I said what I meant and
I meant what I said, so please, just go away and leave me alone."

"But Mommy, wee wee........."

"Henry, I said go away. Now shoo. I want to be left alone."

Hilda lay sobbing on top of her bed, her hands reaching down below
her breasts to pinch the flesh at her sides.

"Oh, my, goodness, I have gained a bit of weight," Hilda managed to
breathe sadly, focusing on the excess fat she carried and ignoring
the two beachballs atop her loaded chest that still spelled
perfection. "But not in my titties, unfortunately. Well, I will just
have to go on a diet. That's what I need to do. I heard about this
really good three day diet plan that is supposed to help you lose up
to ten pounds in three days, so that's what I'll do."

Henry, still smarting from his mother's rebuke, went to his own room
and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

"I'll write her a letter. That's what I'll do," Henry told himself,
still feeling the sting of Hilda's slap to his private parts as he
shut the door of his room and resolved that he would bridge the chasm
that his words had created between himself and his boob-gifted
parent. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, my Mr. Wee Wee is so tickly and so needing to
have all his juiceys evacuated. I guess I am going to have to write
some really apologetic shit to get back on her good side. Ha ha. And
to get to handle her two massive sides of mammary roasts. Ha ha ha.
Those big-tittied bitches can be so fucking touchy, but I'll see what
the power of the written word can do for a slutty nice-knockered
English teacher. After all, we are fucking snowed in, for fuck's
sake. There has to be something more fun to do than building a
snowwoman, big fucking snow titties or not."

"Dear Mom," Henry began his apologetic missive, hoping to get back in
his mother's good graces, not to mention getting her hands back on
his jumbo johnson. "Words can not express how deeply sorry I am for
my thoughtless words. The extra weight looks really good on you and I
promise never to say anything disparaging about your added few pounds
again. Please forgive me? Love, Henry."

Taking it in his hand, he dropped to his knees outside Hilda's
bedroom door and slid the note under it.

"Mom, would you read this, please?" he implored, really worried now
that she would carry out her threat not to play with his big cock for
the next week, a situation that would be simply intolerable for
someone who was used to his pecker getting almost constant parental
attention. "Please, Mom?"

Hilda got up from her bed, her huge breasts still wiggling wildly and
fleshily beneath her top as she tried to stifle her sobs.

"What is it now, Henry?"

"Please, Mom. Just read it, okay?"

Hilda moved from the bed, her breasts bouncing around underneath the
thin camisole like a couple of puppies trapped in a burlap sack.
Scooping the note from the floor, she read it quickly, her ire rising
almost uncontrollably at his half-hearted, left-handed apology.

"The extra weight looks good on me?" she shrieked, losing her temper
completely, her breasts bobbing to and fro wildly as she literally
shook with rage. "My added few pounds? How fucking dare you, Henry
Humper? I've a good mind to make it two weeks just for that. Now
leave me the fuck alone. You're a cruel, heartless, inconsiderate boy
and I don't want to see you or talk to you for a long fucking while!"

"Oh, no," Henry thought to himself, his wee wee now as soft as a
noodle. "I guess there's a reason I failed fucking English class last
semester. Other than the fact that I had a male teacher. If I had had
Mrs. Rack again, I could have just fucked my way to an A. Now Mommy
won't play with wee wee. I can't stand it. Wee wee needs to spray. I
guess I could build a snowwoman for that purpose, but I'm going to
freeze my dick off when I try to stick it between her big snow
titties. I don't want frostbite on my dick. And it would be just as
bad in her snowpussy too. Waaaahhhhhhhhh! And Harriet won't fucking
help me, even if I beg the bitch! All I've got is porn to look at! I
need more, much more than that for this big fucker!"

Henry grabbed his penis and squeezed the long fuckstick for emphasis,
to remind himself of his torturous drive for stimulation, stimulation
that was woefully lacking at the moment.

Realizing it was probably best to not press his luck with Hilda
anymore at the moment, Henry walked sadly back to his bedroom and sat
down on his bed, feeling pretty morose at the prospect of a whole
week or more without Hilda's dainty hands on his most private part.

"Oh, well. I guess I will just have to find a way to make her forgive
me. But right now, wee wee needs to come."

Without further ado, he took out his copy of Biguns Magazine, opening
it to Hilda's centerfold. Propping the magazine open on his night
table, he reached into his boxers and extracted his still flaccid
male organ, rubbing it along its entire length with the thumb and
index finger of his right hand.

"I guess it's just you and me for now, Mr Wean," Henry managed a
chuckle, despite his angst at having offended Hilda and made her deaf
to his pleas.

"Oh, boobies, boobies, boobies! Mommy Hildy is so big, big, big!"
Henry said in a mixture, a joining, of pleasure, sadness, weeping and
pouting like a little spoiled baby as he began to masturbate and
stroke the organ in his boxers that definitely had nothing childish
about it and was larger, longer and thicker than any adult in town.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Tickles! Tingles! Thrills down inside of Mr. Wean!"

Henry sighed hornily as he studied the photo of Hilda on the glossy
page of the open porno magazine, Biguns, the photo that confirmed
that she was build like a brick shithouse where tittie tonnage was
concerned. Her hulking hooters almost looked three dimensional,
almost looked to Henry as if they were extending, leaping, thrusting
from the page and the expression on her face seemed to coo, "How do
you like these big fuckers, big boy?"

"Ohhhhh, wee wee likes, wee wee likes!" the teenaged boy cried out
loudly, unconcerned as to whether or not he was heard by either of
the two boob-owning members of his household, whacking away at his
man-meat in an almost feverish fashion, so eager was he for some
release from his pent up sadness and sexual frustration and using his
mother's saucy, pert and picture perfect puppies, puckered nipples
and all, to get off as he gaped at the almost paunch-like paps.

"Oh, yes, wee wee needs to come, he needs to come! Oh, he's going to,
he's going to! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He could feel his jism flowing up the tube of his pecker and exiting
violently from the head of his wee wee, coming forth in staccato
bursts of pleasure and release.

"Oh, yes, you big-tittied bitch!" he growled at his mother's
photo. "Your big fucking titties make my big fucking wee wee come!
Oh! Oh! Oh!"

The sticky ejaculate leapt from his urethral opening, hitting the
magazine, covering his mother's photographed breasts with his warm,
wet abundance.

He continued to stroke himself until the last of his seed was
released, feeling sated, at least for the moment, but still sad,
thinking with horror of having to deal with a whole week or more of
self-pleasure when he could have had his mother's assistance in
pleasuring his wee wee if only he had known to keep his thoughtless
remarks to himself.

"What am I going to do?" he asked himself rhetorically. "What can I
possibly say or do to make her forgive me? Geez, women are so fucking
hard to understand sometimes."

Laying back on his bed, he folded his arms above his head and rested
on them, lost in thought, trying to think of a way to get back into
his mother's good graces and his wee wee back into her hands or
cleavage.

"Holy fucking shit, why was I so stupid?" he asked of no one in
particular, running a thumb over his still swollen cockhead. "And
what can I do to make things right?"

"So what if she does have a pudgy belly and a fat ass?" Henry asked
himself, wiping the last remains of his semen across his bedspread in
one long and sticky string. "I should have kept my mouth shut for wee
wee's sake. I mean, her titties are as wonderful and big as ever and
I might have even been able to get my wee wee between them. Mommy
tends to go for shit like that when she is bored and snowed in."

But suddenly he had an idea, though one he wasn't sure would work or
not. Henry supposed, for the sake of his libido and his overladen
balls, as well as his hunger for boobies, that it was worth a try.

"I will try to make her laugh with a joke. That ought to cheer her up
and when she cheers up, voila! Wee wee hits the fucking jackpot!"

Henry grabbed another sheet of paper and quickly scrawled a joke
across it in block letters. What did the prostitute say to the nerdy
computer geek? Answer: "You've got female!"

"That's fucking funny enough to get her to take her fucking top off
for me," Henry told himself, already dreaming of Hilda's boobs that
were the size of rubbery watermelons, with silver dollar areolas and
pointy fun nipples and shit that he could suck on.

Henry tucked his for the moment spent wee wee back into his boxer
shorts and grabbed the note in one hand. He could feel the stalk of
his wee wee swinging as well as his giant testicles as he walked down
the hall towards his mother's bedroom, its door still closed in what
he thought was a most uninviting way that was tinged with foreboding.
Henry could just imagine the amount of sheer tittie hidden behind
that door, the sheer size of the two twin and perfect orbs that sat
like tawdry treasure upon her chest. They were treasures that he
loved more than gold or silver, diamonds or rubies. The young Humper
quickly slipped the note containing his silly, but rather clever joke
under the crack of Hilda's door and then shouted, "Mom! Mom!"

"What the fuck do you want, Henry?" he could hear the balloon-boobied
goddess reply.

"I want you to read this," he said, feeling somewhat crestfallen at
the harshness of her response. "Please, Mommy?"

Picking up the piece of paper that Henry had shoved under her door by
pinning it between her cleavage as she bent over, Hilda then took it
and read the words on it and chuckled softly, despite herself, her
breasts swaying subtly in response to the throaty laugh.

"What a lame ass joke," Hilda said to him, still angry and unwilling
to cut him any slack. "If you like sophomoric humour, I guess that's
a dilly. Now leave me the fuck alone. I'm trying to find some crash
diets on the internet and I don't want to be disturbed."

"Fuck!" Henry cried in a soft voice, kicking himself yet again for
having started this animosity between them. He loved his mother more
than words and her complete refusal to forgive him made him feel sad
and somehow empty. He also knew that that emptiness would guarantee
that his penis and his balls would stay very full.

"How could I be so fucking stupid?" he asked himself for the
umpteenth time, still dreaming of her soft little girly hands on his
wee wee and sucking her blimp-sized breasts that would make Dolly
Parton fucking green with envy. "I just don't know how to make this
right."

Four days later........

"Holy shit, I can't take this any longer," whined Henry Humper, still
cut off from his mother's naughty attentions and feeling the loss
keenly.

Over the past few days, he had invited many girls over to touch, tug,
fondle, clench, lick, suck and hump his pecker, but it was not
filling the void. He hated being on the outs with his mother. Despite
her quick temper and sometimes foul mouth, he loved her dearly.
Walking down the stairs late one evening, clad only in his boxer
shorts after just having engaged in masturabation, Henry located
Hilda sitting before a roaring fire in the fireplace, sipping a hot
cup of green tea and reading the latest Harlequin Romance novel.

"Mommy?" he inquired quietly, not wanting to startle her
unnecessarily or make her lose her cool, scared as fucking shit that
it would cause her to withdraw her hands and her titties from his wee
wee for another week of hell. "Can I come in?"

"Please do," Hilda responded somewhat sharply. "But keep in mind that
I'm not in the best fucking mood. I have one more day to go on this
fucking three day diet and I could about eat the hind leg off a horse
right now. Do you know how many fucking green beans are in six
ounces? One more day of eating so many vegetables and I may just
start sprouting leaves."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I guess it's all my fault," Henry told her
sincerely, looking longingly down at her whopping woman wiggles and
then at the tiny female hands that had brought his weanie so much
pleasure in the glorious past they shared. "I hope you know that I
would never intentionally hurt your feelings."

"Is that it, Henry?" Hilda asked him peevishly, trying to return to
her book.

Henry reached into his boxers and extracted his already slightly
tumescent male organ, thrusting it into the space between Hilda's
face and the pages of her novel and waving it around.

"Henry, what in the hell do you think you're doing?" Hilda asked him,
becoming even more annoyed. "This is not the time, Henry. I have
hardly had anything to eat for the past two days and I just finished
fucking the meter reader and I'm tired. That son of a bitch about
sucked the shit out of my big motherfucking titties. I am tired and
hungry and crabby to the point of being able to cheerfully commit a
homicide. Now, if you have something to say to me, just say it and
get the hell out of here. I want to read my book."

"I just wanted to say that I, as well as Mr. Wee Wee, are very
sorry," Henry reiterated for about the 50th time in the last four
days. "And I hate to see us on the outs lately. I especially hate to
see you and Mr. Wee Wee, or what you sometimes call Mr. Wean, on the
outs. He wants to be touched and to be clenched by your jumpin'
juggers, Mommy."

Henry leaned closer to the busty blonde that was clad in a pair of
tight blue jeans that clung to her round and shapely ass and that
wore only a large white triple J bra for her top, forsaking modesty
and barely covering the giant, globular, gargantuan and so very
womanly set of flesh bags that the cavernous cups still barely
managed to cover. Not that Hilda gave a shit about it. Henry had seen
her chest humps many times and she wasn't going to start being
fucking shy about flaunting her body now, whether she was fucking
overweight or not.

"Here, Mommy dearest," Henry tried to coo like a baby as he eased his
now almost fully hard cock up against her left boobie swell. "Mr.
Wean wants to be a nice boy."

"Would you please get your fucking pecker away from me, Henry?" Hilda
asked, her irritated displeasure patently obvious to Henry, who
winced at the sharpness in her words. "I just told you that I'm
hungry, tired and crabby, but you won't listen. I said I wasn't going
to touch your pecker for at least a week and I meant it. Now go and
tug it yourself, or phone a friend, or do whatever the hell you have
to do, but please leave me in peace."

"But, but, Mom," Henry stuttered, his demeanor crestfallen, his hopes
crushed and his wee wee so full of need, as well as cum. "It's been
nearly five days, Mom. I can't take it any longer. Please, please,
pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top, forgive me. I never
meant to say you were pudgy. It just slipped out. Please forgive me?"

"Henry," said Hilda in a steel cold voice, the words barely able to
come out from behind her clenched teeth, her assets vibrating like a
can of paint being mixed. "Leave me alone. LEAVE ME ALONE! Do I make
myself clear?"

"You'd have to be a dummy to not see how clear that is," Henry
replied, whisking his wee wee away from her bra-covered J mam with a
sniffle of sadness.

"Considering your grades in the classes where you can't fuck your way
to an A, Henry, I wouldn't be surprised if you still didn't get it.
You only got all As that one semester and I sent you to your Nana's
to play with her big boobies and to get your wee wee tickled as a
reward. I'm so motherfucking hungry right now, the only thing I could
see myself doing with your big wee wee is breaking it off, spreading
some mustard on it, then eating it like a hot dog. I mean, they don't
even sell them that long at the weiner stand."

Henry gulped with surprise and worry at his mother's extreme and
almost violent anger that was brought on by her restrictive diet and
his cruel remarks about her stomach and ass.

"Okay, I'll leave," he choked out with sadness, stopping a second as
he walked behind the couch to look down her Grand Canyon-cupped
brassiere. "I get it."

Two days later.....

Hilda stood before the full length mirror in the bathroom, thrilled
by what she saw reflected back at her.

"That diet was a fucking nightmare," she said to herself, massaging
the tension from her luscious love mounds, pinching the softened
nipples and then kneading the pliable and oh so suckable flesh of her
hulking honking honkers. "But it sure did work. I lost nearly ten
pounds and my tummy and ass are as firm as ever, and the diet didn't
take anything away from my big motherfucking titties, thank goodness."

Once dressed, Hilda walked downstairs, bobbling all the way, and into
the kitchen to start dinner. Harriet was home from school, but up in
her room doing homework and Henry had football practice after school
and would be home momentarily. Hilda had just gotten dinner
preparations under way when she heard the front door slam and Henry's
heavy footsteps as he made his way towards the kitchen. Seeing his
mother there, he was startled at the change in her.

"Holy fucking shit, Mom! That diet really did wonders! You look about
ten years younger, and hotter than sun on a tin roof!"

"And your titties are as big as ever!" Henry exclaimed, walking to
where Hilda stood cooking at the stove and reached under her arms,
his giant football player hands grabbing as much of the flesh of each
of her monstrous knockers as he could, squeezing, kneading and just
generally playing with her womanly boob bags. "Mmmmmmmmmm, shit, they
feel good!"

"Ohhhhhhhh, Henry!" Hilda replied warmly, turning with a warm and
genuine smile on her perfect and beautiful face. "Well thanks, good
fucker! My big boobies and my tummy and ass say a resounding, 'Thank
you, Henry! And thank you too, Mr. Wean!' I really do regret this
last week and I regret awfully the way I've behaved too, my sweet wee
wee boy. You know you'll always be Mommy's favorite little wee wee
boy, don't you, big fucker? I hope you do."

"Of course I do, Mommy," Henry answered with a sweet voice as Hilda
and her massive mams faced him in all their boobalicious bouncy
glory, causing him to gently reach and softly squeeze her left knock
with his quivering hand. "And I'm sorry too. You know I think you're
the hottest big-tittied bitch in the whole wide world. Why the hell
else would I have a hole drilled in the bathroom wall where I can
watch you take a shower?"

"Tee hee," Hilda Humper laughed, shutting off the stove and turning
back to her boy, titties a-flailing with her excitement and her
genuine love. "Watch me take a shower! Tee hee hee! That is so sweet,
Henry!"

"Of course. And I love whacking my cock and balls around to that
centerfold of you in Biguns Magazine. You are the centerfold of the
year because you are one fucking hot huge-honkered J cup blonde
bitchin' boobied goddess."

"Oh, Henry, you just wait till dinner is over."

"Fuck dinner," said Henry flatly, glancing lasciviously at his
mother's chest charms, eager to feel them in his hands after such a
seemingly long absence. "I'm hungry, but it's not for roast beef and
mashed potatoes, he he."

"Oh, sweetie," sighed Hilda, reaching down to give Henry a forceful
squeeze of his wee wee through his trousers, a move that caused a
noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. "I've missed you too,
baby. And you too, Mr. Wee Wee. Tee hee hee. Let's promise never to
argue like this again. I hate it when we aren't close, sweetie, and
I'd like to make it up to you."

"Holy fucking shit! Now you're talking!" Henry whooped, reaching out
and squeezing her left breast while rubbing the nipple tenderly with
his thumb. "I sure have missed your.......I mean you, too."

"Oh, baby, shall we go upstairs and make up for lost time?" asked
Hilda in a husky whisper, moving her body and her J cuppers closer to
her boy.

"I thought you'd never fucking ask!" shouted Henry, picking Hilda up
none too gently and slinging her over his shoulder in a fireman's
carry. "Woohoo! Wee wee is gonna have some fun!"

Running up the stairs with Hilda draped over his shoulder, Henry then
kicked the door to his room open and unceremoniously deposited Hilda
on his bed, not wanting to risk lowering her to the floor and hurting
her. He had been miserable the past seven days, and he didn't want to
say or do anything ever again to make Hilda so angry at him. Sitting
on the edge of the bed, Hilda smiled sweetly at her youngest child
while her hand reached for the button at the top of his trousers and
unbuttoned it before lowering his fly.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," sang Hilda in her
delightfully girlish sing-song voice as she purposefully shook her
wee wee-clenchers at him like an overstacked porn star. "Come out and
play with Momma."

"Oh, wee wee wants to play!" Henry cried out, reaching out with both
hands to fondle and tease his mother's huge fleshy funbags, rubbing
the nipples to firm erections with the thumbs of each hand while
Hilda reached into Henry's boxers, finding the object of her search
at last, wrapping her dainty hand around it and lowering her head to
give a sweet kiss on his spongy pink helmet head.

"Oh, Mr. Wean, I sure have missed you," Hilda cooed, beginning to
move her hand up and down the trunk. "Have you missed Mommy too?"

While Hilda yanked vigorously on Henry's private parts, Henry reached
behind his mother's back and struggled to undo the hooks and eyes
that held the two ends of her bra together, but it was hard to do
since the fabric was stretched almost beyond endurance in its attempt
to restrain his mother's giant jugs. Finally able to get it
unfastened, he pushed it down over her arms and allowed her to take
her hand off his penis just long enough to get the bra off and toss
it out of their way.

"Oh, Mommy, I have missed your big juggies," he sighed, breathing
heavily as his hands roamed freely on her chest, her immense
proportions barely captured completely by even his oversized hands.

With the bra out of the way, and Henry pulling urgently at her
titflesh, Hilda renewed her assault on his friendly weapon. Hilda sat
and Henry stood as he felt the freedom and carnal bliss of the joys
they exchanged through each other's most sizable parts, private
though they were, but neither one of them giving a shit.

"Oh, Mommy, it feels so good!" Henry squealed as she sat in front of
his standing form, his penis stretching twelve inches gloriously and
tinglingly straight as his boobie momma held on to it for dear life
with both hands and felt, stroked and masturbated his manhood to
provide him maximum pleasure after such a long hiatus without the
pleasure she gave.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, big fucker, yesssssssss!" Hilda Hannah Humper cried,
jostling every pound of her triple J womanhood as Henry dove right in
digitally, kneading and needing and gripping, fondling and feeling
every bit of the heaviness that she held and offered just to him on
this wonderful evening.

"You're not fat! You're not fat, boobie Mommy!" Henry Humper moaned
loudly, shaking the walls of the bedroom and feeling the skin of his
cock stretch through her stroking of his wee wee as he manhandled her
motherfucking floundering female boobie bouncers like a madman,
gaping at them and realizing just how immense his mother was before
he looked into her eyes with admiration. "Oh, these big fucking
boobie motherfuckers! Mommy, you're not a bit fat! God dang it,
bitch! You're fucking huge! You're just fucking huge!"


THE END

"Happy Birthday, Big Fucker"

Starring Henry Humper, Harriet Humper, Missy Cummings and Bunnie
Mounts in:
"Happy Birthday, Big Fucker"
By Victor C. Nathan


Henry Humper sat in the living room of the Humper home comfortably
reclining on the sofa.

"Fucking shit, I'm horny," the 18-year-old cursed as he unzipped the
fly of his blue jeans and reached inside to pull out his penis. "Time
to work the bone a little bit."

As Henry gripped it he watched his cock surge to almost instant
erectness. It had been much the same earlier when he had sucked the
enormous hooters of his English Lit teacher after class. Mrs. Rack's
proud, round and very fleshy knockers had bounced, jiggled, bobbed
and slapped together as he had played with them like a child with
silly putty, kneading, pulling, fondling and squeezing her pliable
set of jugs. Her areola had been so spacious and her nipples so
inviting that she soon invited the young Humper to lock his lips
around them and "nurse like a baby boobie sucker." Henry had replied
with a hearty, "I want to suck these fucking fuckers!" And so he had.
Mrs. Rack, who lived up to her acquired surname, was married, but it
didn't stop her from letting Henry suck her giant titties and then
she would suck his prick or fuck him for good measure. He sure did
love her giant soccerball boobs and sometimes she even let him
ejaculate while his dick was in between them. The thought of it now
made his shaft as hard as a steel column as it rose up from between
his legs.

"Oh, shit, yeah," Henry grunted as he rubbed his wee wee using just
his thumb and forefinger, stroking just beneath the swollen head.

But as good as sucking Mrs. Rack's titan titties had been, it was
still Hilda's titties that flew to mind many times when he was
whacking around his cock and balls. His not quite 40-year-old
mother's breasts were the measuring stick by which every other set of
titties were measured. The overindulgent parent was the bustiest
woman he had ever seen in his brief life and was so sexually
liberated that she even let Henry play around with her cartoonish
chest from time to time whenever his pecker got frisky and swelled up
the front of his pants. Hilda would even rub his penis occasionally
if he needed to come and on special occasions let him put it between
her boobies. They had a wacky relationship.

"Fuck! Oh, fuuuuuccccckkkkkkk! That shit feels good as fuck!" Henry
groaned as he tried to induce his wee wee to jizz by choking the
chicken furiously. "Come on, Mr. Wee Wee. Squirt that wee wee juice.
Squirt, motherfucker, squirt!"

But Henry had fucked four times earlier and it was taking longer than
usual to induce an ejaculation. He could feel the fluid inching up
the trunk of his foot long pee wee and couldn't wait to make it come
out.

"Come on, you son of a bitch!" he cried as he beat the meat like a
man possessed. "Just come, for fuck's sake!"

It was at this moment that his masturbation was interrupted by the
front door swinging open. Henry, never one for modesty, didn't stop
tugging his private parts for even a second. He just turned in his
seat and saw that his busty sister Harriet and her two equally busty
friends were entering the house. With giggles, Harriet Humper, Missy
Cummings and the air-headed Bunnie Mounts strode into the house,
their six titties bobbing and swaying behind low cut blouses with
scoop necklines. They talked excitedly, not yet spotting him and his
massive erection.

"I'm hungry as a motherfucker. Tee hee hee," Bunnie giggled, tossing
her pretty mane of red hair as she spoke, her bouncy breasts jiggling
with gleeful idiocy. "You got any snacks in the fridge, Harriet? I'm
just.........holy fucking shit!"

The ditzy bimbo's eyes went wide as she now took in the sight of
Henry reclining on the sofa and rubbing his twelve inch hardness with
a relaxed look on his face. By now the other girls had also spotted
him.

"Hi, girls," Henry Humper spoke casually, working his hand up and
down his enormous length. "How was cheerleading practice?"

"It went on too lonnnnnnnnggg," Missy answered, her eyes glued to his
penis in astonishment. "A very, very long ti.........."

"Henry, what the fuck are you doing?" his sister Harriet asked him
sharply, half annoyed, but half amused, she too being always amazed
at her sibling's size and girth. "If you jizz on Mom's new carpet she
is gonna bitch all day."

"I'm just working off some stress," Henry replied, his eyes glancing
at each pair of soccerball boobies, his sister's the most impressive
of all. "And if someone could get me a towel, I won't jizz on the
carpet. I may need one pretty quick too, seeing as how I have three
pairs of knockers to whack off to now."

"Oh, Henry," Bunnie swooned, walking closer to him as she touched her
quivering bosom overtly. "Your dick is so fucking huge. You've got
the biggest cock in the whole fucking school."

"That I do," Henry agreed, slowing his pace as pre-cum wee wee juice
dribbled now from the head of his mushroom warrior. "And you girls
have the three biggest sets of fucking knockers in all of Taft and
Adams High School. Why don't you all take your tops off?"

"Sounds like a swell idea," Missy Cummings giggled as she sat her big
ass down on the couch next to him. "As the saying goes, 'If you love
something, set it free.' Tee hee. And I love my titties."

"Oh, shit," Harriet muttered in annoyance, her own set of whopping
wobblers shifting as she moved. "I'll go get the towel. We wouldn't
want your worshipped wee wee to spit up on the upholstery."

Missy and Bunnie dutifully obeyed Henry's request as they were wont
to do when a man with a big dick made a request of them. Their
blouses fell to the floor as they stood before him and the girls
excitedly began to unhook their bras with gusto. The two white and
insufficient brassieres flew across the room and Henry gasped aloud
as two mighty sets of boulder-sized boobs sprang into view. The
girls' basketball assets began to bob and shake and quiver, quaking
with the sensation of being set free. Their spacious pink nipples and
areola stood straight at attention before his massive cock and it was
then that the cheerleader pair with the massive pairs began to
intentionally bounce their knockers up and down.

"Bounce your boobies!" Bunnie squealed, jumping up and down in
cheerleader fashion and then swishing her shoulders back and forth,
causing her gallons of titanic titflesh to pitch back and forth,
heavy and fleshy and yet still proud and high on her chest. "My big
girls like to fucking bounce. My basketballs are big as fucking
mountains. Wheeeeeeeee!"

"Tee hee!" Missy squealed, beginning a set of jumping jacks that made
her top heavy ta tas leap like kangaroos on an open plain, jouncing
and smacking together in tit-tossing jubilation. "What does that do
for your big fucking pecker, Longfellow? You just died and went to
tittie heaven, motherfucker!"

Henry was so captivated by the leaping hooters before him that he had
stopped rubbing his wee wee and just now had noticed it. But he also
noticed that his wee wee had swelled to even greater length than it
had been at its maximum of a few minutes before. His dick must have
been thirteen inches long.

"If this is a dream, don't wake me up," Henry moaned, watching the
freed assets, his dick so hard at this point that it amazed him.

The two girls stripped to their panties and moved closer to him,
Missy sitting down beside him and Bunnie kneeling on the floor in
front of him, a dumb grin on her gorgeous face.

"I think it's time we give Mr. Wee Wee a little attention, baby,"
Missy said soothingly, her hand closing around the base of his penis,
her H cup mammaries squeezing against his arm, their pliable flesh
mashing into the fabric of his shirt.

And seeing as how his pecker was sticking from the opening of his
fly, his pants proved to be a hindrance.

"I think we need to take his pants off," Bunnie said, leaning forward
on her knees and kissing the tip of his wee wee as she undid the
button of his Levi's. "Cause I want to see the whole package. All the
equipment, like the balls and all that good shit. Tee hee hee."

"What the hell is going on in here?" Harriet spoke as her footsteps
echoed down the hallway as she approached the living room, her voice
sounding more seductive than annoyed now. "Hopefully Big Wee Wee Boy
hasn't stained the carpet yet."

Henry's eyes went wide as his sister entered the living room, her
annoyance gone along with the blouse and bra that covered her triple
H cup mountain mounds. Harriet's breasts bobbed perceptibly as they
led the way into the room. She held a white towel in her hand and
wore only panties.

"May I join this party?" she cooed, her voice making Henry's wee wee
jump with surprise. "I don't want to be a stick in the mud, so I
don't think we'll be needing this."

Harriet threw the towel to the floor with a swish and shook her
knockers back and forth with a sly smile.

"It is Henry's 18th birthday, so I think it might be okay for 'big'
sis to join in the festivities," Harriet giggled, tweaking her left
tit for emphasis. "And 'big' sis is very big, isn't she, Henry? But
funny, isn't it? Little brother isn't so little at all."

Harriet strode forward, sexy and naked to the waist, her upper body
stacked to capacity with tittie. The busty teen swished her
shoulders, slinging her giant knockers back and forth like wild and
unruly water balloons, and some giant water balloons they were.
Henry's oversized cock surged up even more at the sight of his
sister's tits coupled with Missy's bulging bazooms mashing into his
chest and Bunnie rubbing his sleek erection as she took off his
pants. His hard-on was so amazingly hard and his balls so full that
he needed his wee wee pleasured immediately, if not sooner.

"Don't you want to touch my big fucking boobies?" Missy asked as she
waggled her heavy set up and down as she leaned up harder against him
and kissed him softly on the cheek. "My puppies love to be petted,
Henry Wenry."

"Tee hee," Bunnie giggled loudly, her silly, but pretty face glowing
with a smile of delight as she knelt between his legs, her udder-like
teats dangling and swaying on her chest and her tiny fingers closing
around his penis just beneath the massive mushroom helmet that
glistened with pre-ejaculatory fluid. "Oh, shit, but he's a big boy.
I got the whole fucking package. The foot long wee wee part of your
equipment with your big dickhead and the swinging ballsy
motherfuckers that hold all your silly semen too, tee hee! Missy,
watch what happens when I squeeze his wee wee, hee hee hee!"

Bunnie Mounts gripped the bottom half of Henry Humper's hard-on, her
small and feminine hands able to encompass only a fraction of his
manhood. Her globular glands quivered and wobbled with her horny
movements as her greedy little fingers handled his meat and then
squeezed the base of his shaft until a trickle of clear pre-cum
trickled from the very tip of his penis, oozing and glistening from
his urethra. Bunnie then reached down and squeezed his heavy nutsack,
eliciting still more shiny fluid from the head of his cock.

"Oh, shit!" Missy gasped, her young breasts heaving with the
excitement of watching her equally busty, though slightly less
intelligent friend toy with a male sexual organ of such
immensity. "Oh, Bunnie, I think that motherfucker's full! You hit the
motherload! Oh, Henry, you're such a big boy for your age!"

"For my age! I'm only nine months younger than you are, Missy!" Henry
reminded her with a smile as he looked her directly in her beautiful
eyes and reached to grab her big left tittie, his fingers digging
into the supple boobie flesh and then tweaking her nipple. "And you
have big fucking titties for a girl that is not even 19. Your
headlights are so wee wee-friendly, you big-tittied bitch."


TO BE CONTINUED......