13 comments/ 140455 views/ 48 favorites The Education Of Richard Ch. 01 By: SizeQueenSupreme (All characters are 18 or older; Richard is a very sheltered high-school senior. Those interested in my fan club should reach me via my contact page) It was the morning that changed my life forever. It started normally enough. I got up and brushed my teeth, showered, spent too long toying with what to do with my long brown hair before finally setting on putting it back into a simple pony-tail. I caught my reflection as I held it up, my arms behind my head, a real cheesecake pinup girl pose. I could have been one of those. Even now at 36 I didn't have a wrinkle, my blue eyes have a certain intensity to them that even I can feel a bit, and my full-lipped smile is natural and easy. Of course it's the GG cup breasts that would get me the modeling work if I wanted it. Oh calm down, big tits can happen to anyone, stare, deal with it, and move on. I didn't need work though. My husband died young and wealthy and well insured, and his fortune was more than enough to support my beautiful downtown penthouse, my lavish wardrobe, and my strapping son, Richard, for several lifetimes. I'd give it all away to have him back though. I miss him. It was rainy out, so today would be an indoor day. I bound my boobs up in a modest, functional blue bra, threw on some boy-short panties, and slacks and a sweater that did nothing to conceal my mind-bending curves. As I cooked eggs and stirred batter for breakfast I thought of the previous weekend, when Richard had some friends over. I had to pull my son off of a boy at one point, struggling to somehow contain his fury and rage as he screamed, "YOU TAKE IT BACK! YOU TAKE THAT FUCKING BACK!" His poor victim wouldn't have stood a chance of course... Richard somehow took everything I fed him and converted it into lean, strong muscle that layered his body like armor, well defined but not bulky, attractive, yet functional. I was lucky I got there quickly or he might have seriously hurt his little chum. "What did he say that made you so mad?" I asked him when we were alone. He looked down, and I almost had to stifle a laugh from how serious his face looked. "He called you a MILF." "He called me a milk?" I blinked in confusion. "No, a MILF. It's... it's a bad word." "What does it mean?" I asked, still not getting it. "It stands for, Mom I'd Like to..." He trailed off. "What would you like to do, honey?" "Fuck." "RICHARD!?" I exclaimed. "Why would you like to do...oh...oh that's what he said. I understand now." He looked relieved. "So I had to teach him some manners." I laughed and stroked one of his corded shoulders. "It's sweet that you want to stick up for me, but I find it more flattering than offensive. So your little friend desires me. So what? Makes me feel ten years younger." "I'm sorry, Mom." He said, chagrined. I only shook my head and gave him a hug, massive breasts smothered into his face in the seated position. That always seemed to relax him nicely. I snapped back to the present as the toast popped and assembled Richard's large breakfast on a plate. Now it was time to wake the dear boy. I walked over to the bedroom and creaked open his door. What I saw on the other side was what changed my life. * * * * Richard was asleep, sprawled on his back with one leg crooked up and one arm by his head. But something was wrong. Something was poking up, tenting his whole blanket. Curious, I crept into the room and made my way to the head of his bed, slowly lifting his blanket to peek at what strange pole was holding up this tent. I assumed that he might have taken one of his baseball bats to bed for some reason, so what greeted my eyes instead was a shock. I'm sure I let out a gasp, and I know for certain that I stared at his monstrous member. It was huge! In all my years of an endless army of men throwing themselves at me I had never seen such a.... oh how could I call my boy's penis this? And yet what other name could serve but a giant, thick, veiny, COCK. "COCK!" Oh fuck, I had said that part out loud and dropped the blanket as Richard woke up. If he caught me peeking, he gave me no sign, only smiling, "Good morning mom." and beginning to sit up. "G-good morning hung-y gwuh, buh, I mean honey. You sleep well?" He nodded and then realized he was sporting his massive morning glory, adorably reddening in his face and shifting to the side so that his magnificent cock rested flat against the bed, some what harder to see if you squinted or were blind. There was no hiding how much a man my little boy had become. "Yeah Mom. What's for breakfast? I'm starved!" He rolled out of bed and stood, allowing me to shamelessly crotch-watch my son. Even soft his bulge dangled down long and thick all the way to his left knee, the head of it obvious and swinging while he walked. Where had he been hiding this monstrosity from me? He was staring at me too, and it took me a few moments to realize why, blushing as I realized my nipples had sat up and at attention in my apparent lust. Lust? Was this what I was feeling for my own ridiculously well hung flesh and blood? We sat down and ate. I nibbling my cantalope half daintily, anything to keep me from putting more fat on my tits, he wolfing down huge mouthfuls of meat, grain, milk and syrup. I found my thoughts constantly drifting back to his cock. Shame burned in my brain, and I found that I began to justify it to myself... that clearly my daydreaming was just out of concern for him. The boy was downright abnormal. He'd need to be comforted. Educated. Perhaps even trained. "Richie honey, we need to talk." I said as he polished off the last of his plate. He looked worried. "Is it about that math test? I'll do much better on the next one." He said, defensive already, and nervous. "No, no baby. It's not that. Have you...have you ever felt like you're different from the other boys?" He blinked. "Is this about dad?" This was not going the direction I'd hoped at all. "Mommy clearly needs to be blunt hon... your penis hon. Have you ever noticed how it's different than other little boys when you get dressed with them for sports?" He blushed, looking extremely embarrassed now. "Uh, yeah, sure, I guess. I dunno. I try not to look at other guys junk that much." "But I bet they sure look at yours." He looked thoughtful a moment. "Yeah, now that you mention it I guess they do. I just figured they were growing slower and would catch up with me eventually." I shook my head. "No baby. They aren't ever going to be as big as you. Probably no one is." "Oh no... I'm a freak." I put my hand on his, feeling a sexual jolt just from the light touch all of a sudden. "Not a freak honey, a very gifted man. I think 95% of what men do in their lives is to convince all of us that they're as big as possible... but you'll simply be as big as possible. That will open a lot of doors for you." "Wait mom, how did you know I'm so..." He hesitated on the word "Gifted?" Now it was my turn to flush a little. "Well honey, when mommy went to wake you up this morning, you were obviously having a VERY good dream." "Oh." He looked like someone was choking him as he said it. "What were you dreaming about, anyway baby?" I asked him. "I don't remember." He said, voice breaking, clearly lying his hot little ass off. "You can tell me, honey. You can tell me anything." he didn't say anything, but his eyes drifted to fix on my breasts. "Oh, you like those? Were they bouncing through your dreams?" I said, tugging the straps of my bra to make them bobble around a little beneath my sweater. He looked ashamed, but made a small nod. "I don't blame you. Lots of men like your mom's big titties. They're not as rare as that co—erm, I mean penis of yours, but they are plenty rare. I'm gifted too." "Well," He started to stand, voice cracking hilariously, "I should probably go and take care of my homework." I could see that he was trying to get away because he was growing, huge bulge developing in his pants like a massive Kielbasa sausage had been folded up in there. I needed to help him I decided. "No, sit hon. I'm going to teach you some things your dad might have taught you if he were here." I lied. He sat, shifting uncomfortably. "Now you're going to have a lot of interest in that piece of meat you have there." I said as I stood and walked to his side of the table, pointing down. "Sometimes, girls are going to spot the bulge of you in your clothes and get curious enough to try and seduce you just so they can see if you're stuffing something in there or not." "What if I hide it real good?" He asked. "Then word of mouth will still get around. Your peers in the locker rooms will brag, your girlfriends will too. Word gets out baby, and when it does, everyone's going to want to take you on like the new gunfighter in town." Little would they suspect that my little cowboy was slinging a howitzer on his hip instead of the usual six-shooter. "Well what should I do?" He asked. "Learn to enjoy it. Bask in the fact that you've got something so special it invokes envy and desire in anyone who finds out about it." "Uh, ok Mom." "Show it to me, dearie." I said abruptly. "What?" "Show me your penis. I have a lot to teach you about it, and I want to measure it." "Do you measure a lot of guy's peters, Mom?" "In my younger, wilder days, yes, I measured quite a few. One friend of mine liked to make plaster casts of them, but I don't she'd have had enough for one of you." He flushed and squirmed a little. It was so fun teasing the little cutie, even if it was so terribly wrong. I went and got a tape measure from my sewing kit and sat down in front of him again. "Well?" I said, "Take it out, you've nothing to be ashamed of. Quite the opposite in fact, you should be proud of what you have in there." "Okay." He murmured, fidgeting as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his fly, putting his weight on his heels as he slid the trousers down, slowly revealing the root of his manhood, letting his pants pool around his ankles when the knee-length humongous soft dick drooped over the edge of the chair into view. I gasped at the sight of him, then placed and unrolled the measure. "God DAMN baby, this thing is insane... I can't believe you're still soft!" and I couldn't. It dangled a very intimidating 11 inches down his thigh, thick like a coke bottle and for the first time I got to see his balls. Oh what balls! They were extremely low-hanging in a sack that I just had to measure, finding them from where his skin connected to his cock to the base of them they were dangling 7 inches down. In addition to being low-hanging, they were FAT, so much so that each one almost looked like a tan pear that was growing from the base of his dick. I blinked and stared in disbelief. "Wow." I said. Then "Wow!" again. "Wow" I added, for good measure. He was still blushing from his ankles to his face to his massive lower-hangers. "What?" He asked, "Why do you keep saying wow?" "I"ll put it this way baby. You could add up any two of my previous lovers, and NONE of them would be as well endowed as you. In fact the vast majority of them wouldn't have you beat unless I paired them with the biggest I'd ever had until now, and even he was smaller than you are just SOFT. Does it grow much when you get hard?" "Uh huh." He nodded, eyes lost in my sweater meat. Poor dear, so easily distracted. Now it's time for your first lesson Richard. It's called, "The Big Reveal." "What's that?" He asked, perplexed. "Well, it's all about how you present your very special equipment to the ladies who are interested in you. Just now, you slid your pants off in a very meek, uncontrolled manner. I want to teach you pride in your—oh let's just come out and call it a cock, dear. Pull your pants up, that's a good boy, okay. Now this time, when you take it out, stand up. Now undo your belt and zipper, good, but don't just drop your pants, I want you to reach in and grab your big cock—Oh stop blushing when I say it! Grab it and pull it up and out as fast you can. I stared at the glory as he followed my instructions, massive prick undulating like a snake as he flipped it out, the back of it slapping audibly against his t-shirt clad torso and then slapping the inside of both thighs as it dangled down like a pendulum. My eyes fixed on him like his eyes had fixed on my tits. Very good baby. Now the other thing to do, and this is for women that might like you to be a little rougher... a little more animal than man, is to let them free it while you're hard. I need to measure you hard anyway, so do you mind if Mommy plays with you a little and gets you to fill out? "Uh, okay Mom. If you think it's best. Why would women want me to be rough?" He asked. I thought of my answer as I started to run my hands over him, folding his massive rope back on itself, then tugging on it in alternating grips with, letting his head dance enticingly close to my stuffed sweater. "Some women, though not a majority, like man who asserts himself. Most prefer a more gentle touch, of course." "Which kind of woman are you?" He asked, moaning slightly at my womanhandling of his gigantic cock. "Mmm somewhere in the middle, Deary." He was semi-hard now, and I began to jack him off with greater gusto, pumping the his megacock in both hands, one on top of the other with plenty of space left in between. I paused to wipe my brow with the back of my arm; I know it's called a handjob, but only with a cock this size does it actually become work. "Honey, do you mind if mommy takes her shirt off, this is making her very warm." I asked innocently. "Ngh, yeah mom, I'd love it, seeing those big ones of yours would be great!" He blushed after he said it, and I grinned, running my tongue over my teeth. "Oh, so your little friend has to get beat up for calling me a MILF but you've been thinking it all along?" I taunted. He snapped into a serious expression. "You're MY mom. You're mine." He reasoned. Ooo it made my pussy as moist as April to hear him claim me this way. My bra-clad breasts now exposed I returned my hands to his almost hard cock and resumed beating him the fuck off, my massive chest-baubles bouncing all over the place as I put more effort into the two-fisted stroke-job. I was AMAZED at how much bigger he was getting. At his soft side I was sure he'd be a shower for sure, yet here he had doubled in length and still had a little give to it with a bit more room to grow. "Okay baby, put it back in your pants, if you can, I'm going to show you the "rough" big reveal." He seemed almost anguished as he fought to tuck it away, curling it around his hip and down a thigh, painfully bent as it bulged with the awesome power of a nuclear cock-explosion contained within a tiny space. "Now if you think you have a rougher lady on your hands, and she wants to see it, tell her to take it out for herself." "Take it out, Mom." He commanded, getting into the spirit of the act. I knelt before him and unclasped things, then yanked his pants down, letting the tremendous turgid tool smack across my cheek, loving how the column of beef towered over me, how the weight of it actually rocked me on heels, how the shadow of it cast endlessly across one wall as it poked straight-outwards, too heavy to support its own mass. I rubbed my cheek. "Very good baby! And that was only the base of your shaft...you're probably the only man alive who can also do this to a women who decides to unleash you while she's standing up!" He proudly clenched a fist around the middle of his shaft, squeezing it tight. "God it feels so good... I've never felt like this before!" "I'm about to make you feel a lot better, baby. Do you know what a blowjob is?" He shook his head and I jumped for joy inside. I was going to get to initiate my baby into one of men's greatest joys! I pushed him back into his chair and unclasped my bra, loving the way his cock trembled when my perfect pink peaks finally went on display. I'll admit it probably makes me an arrogant bitch, but I love the effect my tits have on men. I crawled between his legs, trying to figure out how to tackle such a mammoth project, and settled on a little makeout session with the head of him, tugging his length straight out and leaning back to push it against my lips. My pouty dicksuckers puckered and pouted for him, mashing the angry tip of him into the little pillow they made over and over, tongue flicking out to lash his peach-sized top from every angle. I swirled my tongue around it, and then worked my head curiously from one angle to another, knowing full well that the bottom of my tongue is much smoother and softer than the top, pleasuring him with just that one little piece of me a few moments. Richard threw back his head and moaned, pawing at the air a little, clearly unsure what to do with so much sensation, hips bucking involuntarily. I pushed his cock skyward and licked and lapped down him, feasting on his thick prickshaft, easily the girth of a pint-glass as I made the long trip around it, spiraling my face, making sure to get the often-neglected backside of him, finally reaching the root where it met that nasty dangling scrotum of his. I can over-state how amazingly low-slung these nuts of my boys were. I almost felt a sense of pride at the sight of them. I'm no doctor, so I could only wonder if he was simply born with a longer scrotum, or if the sheer weight of his pendulous prick pods was so great that they'd stretched him out as he'd grown into the massive hypermasculine man who sat before me. Well that question, I shall leave to the philosophers I thought as I proceeded to tongue down his leathery sack, tongue assaulting the ridges of all the parts of it that weren't covering his balls as I made my way towards them. My baby gave a little howl as my tongue finally touched against a big behemoth ball, squirming with pleasure as I lathed my tongue just over the fat left nut. I placed my palm beneath spunk-orb I was worshiping and lifted it up against my lips, slowly and seriously making out with it, slurping and drooling on his nasty nut until my saliva ran down the smooth surface in little rivulets. I turned my attention to the other big ball, letting my smooth cheek graze against the wet surface of the one I'd just finished kissing, letting my tongue slap over every ridge of salt and sweat, palming this ball as well to cushion its weight against my lips. Richard was in ecstasy now, rolling his head and moaning, whimpering as his cock danced and bounced, tantalizingly close to his mouth. Richard could easily suck himself if he wanted, but I kept silent on the matter for now, wanting him to discover if he was comfortable with this idea for himself. I distracted him by abruptly cramming a pear-sized ball into my mouth. He looked amazed as I sucked hard on the lubed up low-hanger, forcing it with a pop into my cheeks. He winced a little, perhaps hurt at first by the pressure, but then gave in to the sheer delight of having warmth and softness completely surrounding his super-sized sperm-crate, gasping nonsensical gibberish as my tongue slipped and rolled all over the mouthful of testicular meat. I sucked a little harder and discovered to my delight, shock, and a little fear that his scrotum was so long it was actually possible for me to deepthroat his big nut. I couldn't breath around it, of course, but I counted seconds in my head to make sure I wouldn't pass out as I worked him past my palate, gargling and gagging on the jaw-breaking jizz-jug, throat shellacking the sweat and slobber from his sack. When my air supply felt threatened I pulled back, letting his ball burst free and bounce down like it was on a bungee chord. I grinned at my handiwork, the right testicle that had just enjoyed this oral adventure now hung a little lower than it had before, and was a little more swollen. I'd literally sucked it bigger. The Education Of Richard Ch. 01 "Well now they don't match!" I pouted, looking up at his stunned face. The poor dear, I'd have to teach him how to not look like a dear in the headlights (pardon the pun) when getting a hummer! But one thing at a time. "I know how to fix it!" I said, giggling as I sucked in the huge left nut now, giving it much of the same treatment. But this time when I sucked it into my throat, I swallowed on it and kept the pressure clamped down, rolling my head slowly back and forth, up and down, testing the limits of his scrotum's length, finally un-throating the dirty ball with a gasp. Thick cables of slobber dangled between my mouth and his sack now, dipping low in the middle, threatening to break. Perish the thought! I shoved my face forward, burying it in his dangling ball bag, hornilly smearing myself with my saliva and my baby's musk. "Oh, GOD mom!" He whimpered. I grinned and slowly licked up the underside of his cock and re-inserted the head of him into my mouth. I stabbed forward this time and took him as deep as I could. I'm embarrassed to say that was NOT very deep. I'd once had an eight-inch lover whom I could barely throat with a strangled fight, and even the average-sized ones challenged me a little, so there was NO way this monster was getting anywhere near to all the way inside me. But, I did what I could, sucking 5 or 6 inches of him in, swallowing on it, and beating off the rest of him with both my hands, shaking my head at how much or poor Richard's cock wasn't getting the attention it deserved. His precum leaked out freely now, pooling in my lower lip every few bobs of my head before forcing it to curl and spilling down my chin, connecting the dots between my lips, his cock, and my undulating tits that wobbled below, audibly slapping together with every motion backwards I made. My poor heavy girls were really getting a workout today! I pulled back from him, shaking my head as his prickhead burst forth in an explosive burst of precum. "You're just so big baby. There are deeper throats than mine that will be able to do this much better for you some day." I explained. "I bet if you meet a rough girl, she'll like a nice hard face-fuck... Hell, bring her home to teach me if you do." He shook his head right back, "No Mom, that's incredible... more...God please more!" I complied, throwing my face back on his cock, hands dropping to massage and tug his monstrous man-milk-makers, loving the firm slap of them into my palms as I grasped hold of them. Richard put his hands on my head, but didn't hold me or shove, only lovingly stroking my hair as I proceeded to make my own face a nasty mess of prespunk and slobber, occasionally pulling off to rub his mammoth-dick against myself, smearing his promising preload around. Finally I pulled back again with a gasp. "I may not be able to throat you like you deserve baby, but mommy can do something most women can't." I cooed as I pulled back, letting slivery strands of the mess I was making burst and fall, trickling like rain onto my ridiculously humongous wrack, shaking my tits with pride as I leaned back a little to gather them in my hands and arms, bobbling them in my palms to display them for him. Richard stared appreciatively, eyes following my nipples almost like the crowd at a tennis match follows the ball. I leaned forward and wrapped my titanic teats around his colossal pole, starting to bounce them up and down on his shaft. Richard's howled with pleasure, instinctively bucking his hips to fuck up into my tit-canyon, raking his shaft up and down through my cleavage, glistening and lubricated with my earlier efforts, the friction making him hotter and hotter as he humped and pumped, porking my fat girl-globes like a dick-demon was possessing him. This was to be my favorite with him, I thought, tormenting him with my monstrous mamories that he once suckled. "Mmm yes, baby, show mommy how her big strong boy likes to fuck her big fat titties! That's right!" I purred, licking at his head each time it passed my lips. Then it dawned on me: IT PASSED MY LIPS! In my years of having sex, plenty of men have availed themselves of the opportunity to make a prickmeat mam-which out of my hulking tits, but none of them, not even the most hong, were long enough to even so much as hint at poking out of my cleavage. Here my pride-inducing, strong son was effortlessly fucking my tits and surpassing all others by extraordinary lengths, his whopper of a wang streaking past my eyes with each thrust of his powerful young hips. To change things up on him a little I sat myself lower and wrapped my tits around his balls. These too were almost longer than my impossibly tall cleavage, but only a tiny bit of his sack protruded from the bottom. I tossed the bloated balls around between my gigantic jugs, letting them feel the moisture and the heat and softness they had to offer after being so tremendously fucked by so much meat. I gave them a good firm double-titty massage before finally returning my mega-ample mounds to his prickshaft, just holding them in place now and letting him do the work. I marveled at the fact a moment, almost in a Zen state as his corpulent balls beat a high-tempo rhythm on my torso. My boy was a fucking stud! I was struck with mixed pangs of jealousy and lust at the thought of the years ahead of him... the willing, dripping pussies splayed in waiting for his rapacious ramrod to take them, the looks of surprise etched on women's faces, the trembling hands that would grip his shaft, the dainty licks and horny sucks that would follow... my boy, muscular, handsome, and hung like a Shetland Pony with a career in porn coming to know his power, and learning to truly fuck a nonstop stream of orgasms from any woman he wanted. My reverie was abruptly jarred to an end as he suddenly made a strangled noise, "Mom, what's happening to me? I..Ngh...I feel...so..ANGH!" And he came, oh how he came! I noticed first that his nuts abruptly tightened, heaving all the way up his dangling, long scrotum to cleave close to the base of his cock, an impressive trip for the hefty testes to make given the length of the journey and they parked against the bottoms of my tits as grunted and groaned. His cum-slit suddenly dilated, easily to the width of a finger, and I made the mistake of peeking inside, screaming as my open eyes was instantly slammed with a wad of thick ball-sauce the size of a fist. My head snapped back and my hair danced in a spray of jizm as the wad exploded all over the left side of my face. My boy seemed alarmed, uncertain what to do, and I had to show him the way, grabbing hold of his spasming spunk-cannon in both hands and jerking it hard for him. Well it was the motherly thing to do, as those balls dropped and retracted, recoiling for another blast of dick drizzlings I realized they'd back up and probably burst if I didn't help them unload their heavy pearl cargo. I jacked and jerked his cock, aiming the next shot a little lower, seeing through my one un-pasted eye a fat wad splat right between my tits, arching streaks of his seed over both of them, coating them in white. Now, roaring like a young lion, he jacked with me, four hands interspersed on his cock, working him up and down, enough room to fit more if we'd had them close by. I dropped one of mine to squeeze and coax the big nuts as they bounced, a lewd lacing of cum spatting my tummy with the next shot. Between the two of us, we coaxed perhaps a dozen thick shots from him, leaving him a little weak, slumped back, blushing beautifully, cock still standing straight as a steel pipe where it burst up from his lap. I was quite the picture and so was the breakfast table, both covered in thick glops of gooey gonad gruel. I made a big show of licking it off of me, the taste surprisingly sweet and rich, making a point to lean over and lick some of the puddles off the tabletop, showing him just how much his mommy likes his taste. "Oh... oh God mom...th-that was a amazing." He said, voice still shaking in the post coital bliss of what seemed to be his first orgasm. What sort of sheltered life had I left my boy to lead that no one had ever gotten a piece of this cock before me? I was a terrible parent. A very bad naughty horrible parent and my goodness how that thought made me horny! I stood up, grabbing him by the still-turgid shaft of his humongous cock. "come on baby, you're taking mommy to bed." I said, leading him around by his manhood. Soon he'd be a stud, he'd master all of his incredible body's limitless potential, but until then, I was going to enjoy being boss. As we entered the bedroom I stripped off the rest of my clothes and ordered him to do the same, loving the way his massive mansack swung around as he shifted his weight one way or the other. I've read that amongst monkeys, when there is a dispute, they sit around in a circle and all spread their legs. The boy with the biggest pair wins. Sometimes I think humans work the same way, and if that's true, then Richard would probably be the top alpha male in every setting once he understood his power. "Come here baby, I've got to clean you up first." He stood in front of me again where I sat on the edge of the bed. I leaned down and tongued gobbets of tasty cream from all over his shaft, tasting his sweet and salty texture, purring my approval as I tongue-cleaned every inch of his colossal wang. I leaned low again and really polished his balls, loving how his spunk had soaked into the sack, wringing it between my lips in portion after portion to make it gleam. "Oh yeah mom, suck my balls...suck 'em...oh fuck!" He groaned, putting his hands gently to my head again as I worked. A little dominance leaking through in my boy at last? I could only show my pride by throating his balls in turn again, then giving them each a goodbye lick before hopping up onto the bed. I lay on my back and spread my legs. "Do you know what mommy wants you to do, Richard?" I asked my son. "I think so." He murmured, stroking his obscene length with a hand as he surveyed the ground I was asking him to conquer. He crawled up onto the bed and knelt before me, putting his head to my sheet-drenching pussy, seeming almost worried about the sheer volume of viscous liquid spilling from between his mother's thighs. But as he leveled himself at my smooth-waxed steaming crevice, I put a foot to his hip and pushed him back a little. "That's the right idea baby, but you should tease a woman first.... tap your head against her clit... yes that little nub there where the folds meet, that's a good boy. Good, now move up a little and put the base of your shaft against me and grind it as you pull your hips back, Hu-HAH! Ooo! Oh yes baby, just like that! Grind mommy's poor little clit, it shows your length so nicely! NGH! OO! Oh baby yes, you're hung like a bronco! OH fuck!" I moaned as he heeded my teaching to the letter. His control was very impressive, and I had a little orgasm just from his skillful clit-rub. "Okay baby, now you know what you are gonna do?" "What Momma?" He asked, voice cracking with the lust that was coursing through his young body. Staring at his towering member I realized I'd forgotten something important. "Okay baby, so mommy has never had a lover more than 9 inches long, and even he could only fit into her with a lot of time and effort. First Mommy is going to measure you..." And I did, quickly rolling the tape measure down and gasping at the result, "And THEN you are going to shove as much of your big fat 23 inch cock up inside mommy and do your best to not hurt her. Do you understand?" "Yes." He said, sounding almost mollified as he again placed that peach-sized head just between my swollen labia, the netherlips pouting for him, inviting him in for a good hard fuck. It was an invitation he accepted, pushing himself forward onto those magnificent big biceps, mounting his horny mother as any beast in nature mounts its mate. Slowly, slowly he fed himself into me, and my ears could hardly believe the duration of the single long wet sucking noise my begging pussy made as his length stroked into me. With most men, this sound is a quick squish, even when they're going slow, but to my magnificent bull-stallion son, my cunt was a musical instrument that the bow of his cock was made to play, drawing from it a single **SLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!** note until his head pressed my inside walls. I'd been so amazed by his length, it had distracted me from an abrupt and terrible pressure evident all throughout my cunt-walls. His GIRTH was destroying me! I suddenly bucked my hips, whimpering a little, both in pleasure and pain as a worried expression crossed his face. "Mom! Mom are you okay? Should I take it out!?" "Don't you fucking dare you little hung motherfucker...oh don't give me that look! You're fucking your mother RIGHT NOW. You're a motherfucker. Accept it and move on!" He seemed stung, perhaps even a little angry and he took it out on my snatch by pulling out a few inches and then cramming back in, eyes wide at the sight of my whole body rippling, undulating like a wave in response to this single masterful fuckstroke. "OH! You liked that mom-fucked? Oh don't give me that look, you're being fucked RIGHT NOW!" He cackled, a little mischievous smile playing across his face as he began to get the hang of his own staggering fuckstick. I could only moan and gasp now, ass bouncing up off the bed to meet his lusty thrusts, tits wild and free on my chest, slapping to the sides of my ribcage on some fuck-strokes, slapping up against each in the middle on others, but always always always gyrating in crazy orbits that had nothing to do with one another. "Play with mommy's big titties while you fuck her! Come on baby, fuck and titmaul your mommy!" I begged him, my hands tangling in the sheets, pulling them hard as he complied with my demand, letting his large, young hands dance a rough feverish tango all over my big tits, groping and squeezing different vast expanses of flesh, I peaked and crescendoed through another orgasm, moaning loud as my scream split the night, perhaps now reporting to the whole neighborhood that I was in fact screwing my own donkey-hung behemoth-balled son in a shameless sweaty fuckstorm of incestuous fury. "NGHUUUGH! I'M CUMMING MOMMY! I'M CUMMMMMMIIIIING!" He screamed as his balls made their elevator ride to the top of his scrotum, slapping them against my ass as they tightened. He had called me 'mommy' instead of mom for the first time in 15 years, it felt good! But not nearly as good as his orgasm felt. My poor pussy, already gaped wide to the bursting point was shoved another half-inch outward as his leviathan love-log spasmed even wider to make room for the torrent of his seed. His sperm punched into me with such ferocity it made my head spurn and my cunt regurgitate a large portion of it right back out onto the bed, mixing with my own spraying girl-cream that burbled from my ravaged, cumming quim like a water-fountain's flow. He was only just getting started though, and he pulled from me with a roar, needing no help from my jacking hands this time, wide spurts of jizz shooting from the end of his massive member, arching up to rain down on me like a blizzard of ball-chowder, nasty wet streamers and thick fat globules pelting my pale flesh. He carried on roaring and shamelessly beating himself off over his mother like this for perhaps four or five shots, then took some more aim. His sixth shot blasted the underside of my left tit so hard it bobbled up and down, splashing in the cream that had already pooled on my skin, his seventh hit the right one dead on the nipple, forcibly inverting my hole breasts for a moment before it sprang back up, flinging white flecks of my boy's cream in all directions. His eighth ball-bounce brought forth a thick gobbet that smacked into the hollow of my neck, driving a cough from my throat, forcing me to sit up as he aimed that ninth shot right between my lips. I gargled and gagged on it, still trying to cough as he realized what he'd done and pulled his cock away, blasting shot after shot against the wall, perhaps 15 when all were told. I looked up at him, a little stung. "I did NOT raise you to WASTE in this house young man!" He looked chagrined next to his mighty, wilting ramrod, "I'm sorry Mom I..." I cut him off, pushing him off me to stalk my way across the bedroom, huge sheets of cum falling from my tits and face and torso, dribbling a thick trail on the floor as I reached the spots where he'd painted the wall. Hungrily I put myself to the task of licking the mess up, my tits and body rubbing more onto the wall even as I slowly cleaned the original mess away. He stared in awe as I slowly devoured all of his cream, the thick wall splats, the streaks I'd left on the wall and floor, and finally the gobbets still clinging from my body. When all was said and done I looked at him, an almost guilty expression playing itself across my face. "Sorry deary..mommy got a little carried away. You just taste so good." I explained. "It's okay Mom." He said. It was 'mom' again. Oh well. "Go take a shower, then go and do what you want with your day. Need to tire yourself out for bed tonight hon, you've got school tomorrow." He nodded and proceeded to do as I told. I sat alone in my room a few moments, amazed at how much of him was still pouring like a waterfall from between my legs, wondering how I could ever let go of him enough to send him to school tomorrow. I wondered which slutty student or teacher would be the first to steal my baby from me. I'd have to be ready for her. I'd have to make sure she knew who was best. I sized up my tits in the mirror. I had the tools for the job, and I shouldn't be so afraid of competition. I was a hot slutty mom who had just let her son bang her like a screen door. I was a MILF. Accept it and move on. End of part 1. The Education Of Richard Ch. 02 (All characters are 18 or older, Richard is a High School Senior who has been home-schooled. Also: Sizes in this story are extreme, it is aimed at a particular kind of fetishist who enjoy that, don't feel impelled to read if you aren't into that.) * "ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS! FALL IN AND LINE UP!" I bellowed, noticing the way the boys giggled as they left the locker room and ran into place. I paced up and down my little Soldiers, high school seniors, all, their eyes locked to me as I inspected them. First day of class is the most important. This is where I have to establish myself as top alpha bitch or I lose them for the whole year. Good thing I AM the top alpha bitch from HELL. I stopped in front of my first failure, a boy who couldn't stop tittering from whatever had set them off while they changed. "Something funny Mister...?" I left the pause here, letting it sink in that I wanted his name. "FRANKLIN!" He suddenly exclaimed, snapping to a sort of attention. "Well Franklin, you should laugh while you can, because in MY track and field class, you're not going to have much time for laughing what with all the blood you're going to be vomiting from over-exhaustion!" I quipped. "Not that you'll survive long enough to do even that if you don't learn to open your fucking cockholster of a mouth and make Ma'am the first and last words that ALWAYS come out of it. Do I make myself clear, futile Franklin?" "MA'AM, YES MA'AM!" He said, laughter thoroughly done with. I paced down the line a little ways, watching where all of their eyes were glued. At random I stopped in front of one of them. "OI, THERE STUDENT!" I shouted an inch from his face. "MA'AM, ROGER MA'AM" He shouted without any more prompting. Good boy. "WERE YOU STARING AT YOUR TEACHER'S TITS JUST NOW, ROGER?" I barked, arching my back slightly to show them off in their resplendent glory, my fit body lobbing my sports-bra clad J cups into a furious jiggle. "MA'AM, NO MA'AM!" He answered. "WHY NOT, ROGER, DOESN'T YOUR TEACHER HAVE A NICE PAIR OF TITS?" "MA'AM, NO MA'AM!" "WHAAAAAT!?" I roared, face contorting into an enormous cavern of rage. "MA'AM! WHAT THIS STUDENT MEANT TO SAY WAS THAT HE WOULDN'T KNOW BECAUSE HE WASN'T LOOKING, MA'AM!" "WHAT ARE YOU, GAY!?" I trembled with rage. He trembled too, but with fear, realizing there was no right answer here. Someone saved him, though. "I WAS LOOKING, MA'AM!" Shouted a boy a few paces down. I stalked over to him and stood so close our noses nearly touched. "AND WHY IS THAT, PERVERT!?" I demanded. "MA'AM, MARVIN MA'AM! I WAS LOOKING BECAUSE THEY ARE ENORMOUS, MA'AM!" He belted. "OH, AND YOU LIKE BIG ONES, DO YOU!?" "MA'AM, YES MA'AM!" "ISN'T ANYTHING BIGGER THAN A HANDFUL WASTED!?" "MA'AM, ONLY IF YOU AREN'T MAN ENOUGH TO KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE REST, MA'AM!" "WELL IF YOU LIKE THEM SO MUCH... ENJOY THEM, PERVERT!" I grabbed a double-fistful of his hair and shoved his face into my cleavage, my arms flexing as I held him there, squirming. Moments passed and the students watched as his arms flailed uselessly, his skin turned pale, and his struggles a little more violent as my humongous knockers deprived him of oxygen. Finally he slumped to the ground, dazed but unharmed. "AS LONG AS YOU'RE DOWN THERE, PERV, LET'S SEE SOME PUSHUPS!" "MA'AM, HOW MANY MA'AM?!" He asked with a gasp. "Oh, just until your blood is covering BOTH sides of these walls." I said sweetly, leaning down to say it. I continued my pace, finally coming to the last boy in line, an EPIC failure as far as I was concerned, my eyes growing wide and my voice even louder as I asked a very important question. "OI! CRAP FOR BRAINS, WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU IN YOUR GYM CLOTHES!?" He winced. "MA'AM, RICHARD MA'AM. WON'T THIS SWEATSUIT DO JUST AS WELL!?" "NO RICHARD IT MOST CERTAINLY WILL NOT!" The impudence! "MA'AM! I CAN'T WEAR THOSE GYM CLOTHES, MA'AM." "WHY NOT? ARE YOU SOME KIND OF FASHIONISTA?" This set off some laughs. The Grey sweat suit was certainly an ugly, baggy garment. "MA'AM! NO MA'AM!" "DO YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF EMBERASSING SKIN CONDITION?" Now the other students were beginning to giggle a bit for some reason. I shot a glance their way that let them know of my murderous intent and they quieted right down. "MA'AM, NO MA'AM!" "ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE OTHERS SEEING YOUR SCRAWNY CHICKEN LEGS?" I guessed again. "MA'AM, I'D REALLY RATHER NOT SAY MA'AM!" "YOU WILL SAY, OR YOU WILL BE STRIPPED NAKED AND BITCH SLAPPED IN FRONT OF THIS WHOLE CLASS. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT!?" "MA'AM, NO MA'AM, BUT PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME SHOUT IT." I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You wanna say it softly to me like this?" I asked. He nodded. "NO!" I Screamed so loud, tears started from his eyes. "MA'AM, I CANNOT WEAR THE CLOTHES YOU PROVIDED MA'AM BECAUSE MY PENIS IS TOO LONG AND COMES OUT THE LEG-HOLES OF THE SHORTS AND MY BALLS ARE TOO LARGE TO FIT IN ANY OF THE JOCK STRAPS YOU PROVIDED!" He screamed, laughter erupting from all the students. "I DO NOT TOLERATE THAT KIND OF LYING IN MY GYM!" I shouted as I tucked a finger into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged it towards me, leaning over to peer inside. My face fell and I stared there a moment, worse than the way the students stared at my rack. He wasn't lying, and now I'd humiliated both of us in front of the class. I'd lost control of them now, and their peels of laughter echoed off the walls. I stood, red faced, and abruptly flung my arm to point at the track. "ALL OF YOU START RUNNING SOME FUCKING LAPS! IF ANY ONE OF YOU STOPS BEFORE WE GET BACK I'LL PUT YOUR NUTS IN A BLENDER AND MAKE YOU DRINK THEM!" Then I tugged the humiliated Richard by the hand into my office. *Slam* Went the door. I walked around my desk and put my hands on the back of my chair, leaning slightly forward. "All right Richard. I'm sorry about that. You can understand why I doubted you I hope. That is QUITE a member you've got there." "It's okay ma'am. I know I'm a freak." He said, hanging his head. "Will you excuse me from needing to take gym class?" "Richard, I can't do that. PE is required, and even if it weren't, I couldn't in good conscience cost you your physical fitness just because you happen to be too gifted to fit the uniforms" "But Ma'am, I am physically fit. I play Soccer and kick-box and run." I folded my arms beneath the heavy J-cups. "Hm. I'll be the judge of that. Take your shirt off." Crossing his arms and reaching to his sides he pulled the baggy, ugly sweatshirt off, slowly revealing a magnificent 12 back of abs, chiseled pectorals that flexed with the motions of his arms, pitted shoulders that burst with visible muscle chording, and a pair of biceps that looked ready to burst. He seemed virtually hairless oddly enough, but it didn't look like he'd shaved anything. In some ways he looked so much older than 18, in others so much younger. As confused as my brain got looking at him, my cunt wasn't confused at all. The hungry girl was wet, dripping, and causing me to shift my legs uncomfortably around my rather pronounced clit. She liked what we saw... Licking my lips I added, "And the pants. You might have a big one in there but that doesn't mean your other two legs are in shape enough to dodge my little mid-day boot camp." "Okay." He whimpered. He did a strange thing then, instead of simply lowering his pants he reached inside them, seeming to gather up some portion of his length and snapped his wrist up. The thing was like a thick whip of flesh that threatened to lash his pecs. If it were just a little longer he could probably sling it right over his shoulder! I stared at the head where it dangled, and his eyes followed mine, a little mischief sparking in them. "Do you want a closer look, ma'am?" He asked, enormous floppy cock hanging down like the ego of God before him, his expression a little proud. "Yes..." I said, staring vacantly, moving to bend low before him, hands on my knees as I got my face close to where his pube-free body met his massive meatsicle. Reaching into his pants again he fidgeted a moment and then made the same gesture, flicking upwards. This time it was his testicles! The huge Apple sized organs slapped my chin hard on their way up, and his sack was so lengthy and loosed that they thumped onto my head on the way down. And stayed there. This little bastard was teabagging me while I was still standing up! Aroused though I was at the thought, I wasn't going to let him assert dominance on me like this. "Richard." I said coolly. "Get those OFF of my head, or I am going to confiscate them." "Are you sure you want me to do that ma'am?" "Yes I'm sure!" I snapped. "Why would you think I wasn't?" "Two reasons, really." He said. "For one thing, you aren't asking me to drop my pants anymore, which means you didn't care about that to begin with. So you must really be after my dick." The little bastard had me there. "All right I got distracted, but that doesn't mean I want your big fat nuts on my head, now does it? "Maybe not, but that means you really won't like the second reason." "And that is...?" "This." Richard said, pulling back his hips slightly so the big balls tumbled from my head. But they didn't fall easily. Their weight was such that they rolled slowly down my face, smearing his pungent musk as they streaked downwards, finally bouncing to a heavy stop just beneath my chin. I was mortified. Enraged I stood and shoved him hard, his ultra-fit form barely moved by my push. "SIT-UPS! NOW!" I screamed, pointing at the floor. "How many?" Richard asked as he scooted into a sit-up position. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, just four hundred and fifty THOUSAND!" He sighed and started counting them off, his incredible abs flexing beneath the shirt, his massive balls pooling on the ground between his thighs, his enormous cock curling around one of his thick thighs, head still touching the ground where it looped over. I couldn't help myself, and I crawled slowly towards his crotch, tits dangling in the tight sports bra. "Positive re-enforcement is a powerful teaching tool." I explained as I started to give his delicious, massive meaty nuts a long salacious lick each time he finished a sit-up. They were so delicious I had a hard time not throwing myself face-first into his leathery sack in a wanton-display of ball-sucking lust. But I controlled myself, savoring each lick like I might savor a bite of steak. Speaking of steak, Richard's cock was starting to get bigger, slowly uncurling from around his thigh and tapping the side of my face as it grew firmer. Richard stopped his exercise as this happened, a strange expression on his face. "Hey Coach," He said, "Do you like it rough?" Such a dirty question asked so innocently! I blinked, looking down the barrel of his fuck-sausage, that long long distance, and cocked my head, unable to stop the word as it left my mouth.' "Yes." Richard grinned and seized his big dick by the base, pulling it away from my cheek then abruptly giving me a harsh slap with it, my cheek stinging from the savagery of the semi-hard cocksmack. I sat bolt upright. "RICHARD! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" He looked suddenly ashamed. "Mom said you'd like that...if you like it rough I mean!" "Oh she did, did she?" I reached up and grabbed the incestuous little fuck's collar, wrenching him down, face to the floor, holding him there with a hand to the back of his head. "Let's see how YOU like!" I shouted as I grabbed his massive fuck staff and started to beat him in the face with it, cockslapping him with his own humongous prick.. Secretly I thought to myself that this was sort of fun, no wonder he enjoyed it. "Ngh! Stop it!" He pleaded. Noticing another opportunity I said, "What did you say? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you getting slapped around by all this raw beef." I cupped a hand to my ear, mocking him. "I--" Whatever else he planned to say didn't have time to get out . My bicep curled as I pulled his collar down, left hand aiming his cock right into his mouth. Richard's eyes went wide as his lips were stretched thin by his own meat. "Not many men big enough to do that! Now suck it" I commanded, bending to lick his giant balls while he helplessly nursed on his own cockhead. A few moments like this and precum began to leak steadily down his shaft, giving me a delicious morsel to periodically lick from one pendulous nut or the other. I tugged and fluffed his fat balls, angling them this way and that to fit better into my mouth orally worshiping the gargantuan stones in a display of slutty submission. If it weren't for the fact that I was forcing him to suck himself, I'd have felt a little less alpha. As my tongue finished painting the last millimeter of delicious sack, the massive testicles tightened, and I realized an orgasm was imminent. This was a Dilemma! If I made him take it himself, it would easily cement my superior status over him. He'd live the rest of the year my obedient slave and fuck-puppet, and on top of that I could mold him into the best athlete this school had ever scene. He had the raw potential, and with a little ball-binding and cock-tape, I could make use of those big perfect muscles to propel our track team to state and beyond. On the other hand... well... the thought of all that delicious cum and me not getting any was more than I could bare in my horny state. My nipples were hard enough to rend the fabric of my bra, my pussy was a juicy mess of cream in my shorts. I weighed the two options like I weighed the corpulent balls in my palms, and made my choice. I chose poorly. Releasing his collar and tugging his cock down, I opened wide to take his load in my mouth. I was un-prepared for the product those bloated cum-jugs could put out, the thick stream wider than my stretched lips, spooge blocking my airway, blasting down my chin, curling up to my nose and even clinging to my bangs. My eyes were wide with surprise as my throat desperately swallowed and coughed at the same time. I tried to say something, but to my astonishment this was only one shot, the next sealed my right eye, jizz slapping into the lid with such velocity that it felt I might have been given a black eye at the same time he was giving me a white one. Desperate for respite from these punishing wads of man-milk I tugged down on him, taking a tit-jiggling nut-missile right between my breasts, my bra actually snapping from the sheer impact. The hooks and loops whipped dangerously to the side but harmlessly fell as my soaked, ruined boulder-holder hit the ground. I made the mistake of staring down when this happened and caught another batter bomb to the face, masking the whole left side of my head, dripping thick and hot in my hair, clotting up into a opalescent spider-web of junk-juice. Now the previously cowed Richard had a little haughty expression... not quite arrogant, almost a sort of sweet amazement at his own power mixed with the face-flushing joy of his still mounting orgasm. Kindly he aimed the remainder of his many shots, perhaps fourteen in all at my tits, ab-ripped tummy, and thighs, bathing my whole lower body in sheet after thick sheet of virile spunk, hand pumping just beneath the head to wring out the last thick nugget of cum, the little hunk falling with a wet splat into the puddle that was my legs. I gasped. "Jesus Christ... it must have been weeks since you last came!" He shook his head. "Ma'am, no. My mother sucked me off this morning while I ate breakfast." He seemed at once proud and a little embarrassed by this incestuous admission. "Wow...I'd hate to see you after a few weeks then." He cringed when I said this, sinking back a little. I realized I'd stung him. "No no, I don't mean it like that, it's just hard for a girl to keep up... your load is so big!" He whimpered a little, slowly beating his fuckstick off with both hands. "I wish I could have gotten it all out." "What do you mean?" I asked, blinking. "My balls still feel jam-packed." Astounded I crawled forward, almost slipping on my hands and knees as puddles of prick-pudding hindered my movement. My now-braless tits dangled almost to the ground, still dripping with nasty nut-butter, gleaming in the gonad gravy that clung to them. I reached up and felt his big fat ones, amazed that they did indeed feel even heavier than they had before he'd come. I'd only sucked off the tip of the iceberg! Standing I put my hands on my hips, letting my bovine breasts sway intimidatingly in his face. "Sit on the edge of the desk." He blinked. "NOW!" I growled. I peeled off my shorts while he hopped to it, pulling a sturdy jump-rope from one of my office walls. I turned to take him in a moment, and the site was glorious! Richard's fuckbeast wobbled and throbbed as it jutted upwards, still glistening from its previous exploits as his balls tumbled over the edge of the hard surface and hung flush against the desk. Too eager, I couldn't give him the satisfaction just yet. I hopped up on the desk as well, putting my feet on either sides of his hips, cradling my hands behind his head and pulling his mouth to my dripping cunt. "Eat me!" I commanded. "What?" He asked, blinking. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Stick out your tongue!" I barked. He complied, and I dipped my hips, raking my swollen little clit across his tongue moaning from the heat and moisture of him. I bucked, using my worked out ass muscles like a man might, getting myself clit-slapped with his tongue over and over, swirling a little to let him taste my plump, shaved lips as well. "See boy, your cock is WAY too big to just jump right on! You've got to get a girl a little warmed up first. FUCK you are HUNG!" The back of his cockhead spanked my ass with anticipation as I drew his face into myself harder. "Ngh! Suck that clit! Suck it the fuck off little big-man. Little huge-man. Eat that pussy! EAT IT! NGH!" I swiveled my hips like a pendulum, ass gyrating as I worked that young stud's tongue deep into my cunt, barking at him to flick it faster, angling him to lash my clit between lusty stabs to my inner recesses, making him taste me at my most tart, moaning shamelessly. A little prickle formed at the back of my head as I considered the possibility that I was forgetting something important, but this was abruptly driven from my mind as a thunderous orgasm rocked my world. The little mother-fucker had grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands in just the harsh way I like and crammed me deep into his mouth, sucking my clit hard and tongue-lashing it at the same time. My orgasm was intense, and when I finally pulled my pelvis back, his grinning face was a mask of my honeyed nectar. "Are you wet enough NOW!?" He asked with a challenging voice, cockhead spanking my ass a little as I gasped for breath. "Oh yeah baby. Now it's time for me to get a cuntful of THAT!" I groaned, hooking one leg around his shoulder while lowering the sacrificial lamb that was my pussy down to the altar of his cock, my glistening snatch spread wide and angled perfectly. His eyes went wide as I squatted down, instantly impaling my self on a normal man's length of cock. By bucking my hips up as slid my body down, my surprisingly strong little quim tugged his cock hard, pleasuring both of us in a sudden shockwave of sensation. He must have liked that little move a lot because his face went flush and an impressive gout of his fuckstick-stew basted my insides, setting off an intense orgasm deep inside me. I growled, determined to outlast this horse-hung student, letting my pussy get stuffed with a little more shaft as I dropped lower to get in a good position. Now I seized the reins, riding this Brahma bull stallion of a boy for all I was worth, ass lifting and dropping, the jump rope sustaining my weight as I practically went into free fall on his titanic tube of pork, his length alone threatening to put me in terminal velocity before reaching my limit at around 18 inches of this stud. Only years of good fitness training could keep me from passing out from the sheer overwhelming sensations my body was feeling as I fucked him. The Education Of Richard Ch. 02 My hips bucked faster as my body moved slower, giving each of his multitude of inches just a little more squeezing sensation as I ravaged myself upon his rod over and over, my screams were getting louder then my drill-line shouting earlier, which is an impressive feat. My language only got more belligerent to match his thrusting. "YOU CALL THAT THRUSTING SOLDIER!? FUCK ME! FUCKING FUCK ME YOU MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER! WHAT'S THE MATTER? YOUR BIG FAT BALLS TO GODDAMNED HEAVY AND FULL OF CUM FOR YOUR HIPS TO LIFT THEM? I SAID FUCK ME! THAT IS AN ORDER! RAIL ME WITH YOUR RAMPAGING ROD! PLOW ME WITH YOUR PUNISHING PORK POLE! YOU HUGE-BALLED MOTHERFUCKING HORSE-COCKED CREAM GEYSERING FUCKBEAST FUCK ME LIKE I'M YOUR WHORE MOTHER!" I had gone too far. Something changed in Richard, and he suddenly grabbed my wrists where they held the reins, holding me aloft as his incredible chest, abdominal and arm muscles flexed, tight and strong, effortlessly lifting me and rearing back on the desk to re-position himself. Where I was white-hot noise, he was in that moment the menace of a hurricane's eye. He spoke calmly. "No one calls my mother a whore. No one." He calmly explained as he spun me up, twisting me up in my own jump-rope, making it criss-cross my torso twice, binding my breasts up into an obscene pair of zeppelins on my chest while it crossed again over my stomach, giving my support. I was facing the floor now, completely off the desk, held up only by the tension in the rope and the incredible arms of my new star pupil, they were as steady as a pair of hydrolic lifts. I was in for it. Richard began to fuck me hard and fast, his whip-like pelvic thrusts accompanied by the rapid curling of his powerful biceps, arm muscles balling and unballing as he balled me deep. I wondered who was doing demolition work so close when I realized that the noise I heard was merely the audible, meaty smacks of his nuts against my clit. The low-hanger swung hard enough to strike me like a couple of punches, triggering ripple after ripple of pleasure to go through my bucking body. Ripples became waves and waves become tsunamis of pleasure, set in motion by the earthquake of a fuck I was getting. Richard should have worn an apron! My helplessly pummeled pussy was blasting in him with juice, girl-ambrosia shot in both directions from my overstuffed cunny, long streams of juice coating the undersides of my bouncing tits and making a complete mess of Richard's lap. But it's not like cared, his hold on the reins only got stronger as he drilled and railed and stuffed and fucked and crammed and pounded and utterly fucked the fight out of me. He wasn't done with me yet, though. Richard slowly lowered the reins, gradually putting me face-down on the floor, ass still with him up on the desk. He dropped the jump-ropes and grabbed hold of my hips, stepping halfway off the desk so that he had one leg up on the edge of it and the other on the floor next to my head. My fat tits lolled around on my chin, covering my face almost completely with their fleshy abundance. With this new vantage point, the young stud began to drill me harder and deeper than ever, deep-blasting my pussy with almost super-human force, gravity and weight and sheer muscle aiding his cock in it's pile driving thrusts, his super-sized saggy balls still finding my clit with every fuckslam into the floor. "WHOSE THE WHORE NOW, COACH!?" Richard bellowed, spanking my ass like his own personal slap-toy. "MEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed as I came, my pussy clenching like a dozen fists on his world-shattering meat. With that, he came inside me hard, his already impossibly girthy cum-gun swelling even more, his arms flexing to hold me in place as he spilled gallons of jizm into my cunt. He filled me up and then kept right on cumming, a mix of our juices burbling up out of my poor pussy, rolling down my ass and stomach, streaking my whole body, ending up in my hair and on my face, up my nostrils, in my eye-sockets, and my mouth too as I whipped my tongue out to lap up all the tastiness within its reach. He pulled out of me, a gesture that took a surprisingly long time due to his length, and then we sat panting a moment. The fuck-tyrant Richard has become in those final moments was gone, and the young man barely more than a boy was back, blushing, shy again. "S-sorry coach, I didn't meant to get carried away." He stammered. I reached out and affectionately caressed his cheek with one hand, and his heavy balls with the other. "I'll let it slide this time, Mister, but don't think you'll be so lucky again. You're excused from gym-class, as long as you maintain your fitness by having a session like that with me at least five times a week." "Ma'am... yes...ma'am." He said, panting a little. I let us both make use of my private shower, cleaning him with my tongue as much as the water, and finally sent him on his way. I re-dressed with a spare outfit and emerged from the back-office into the gym. My students were lined up, grinning like idiots. Now I realized what the tickle of memory had been that Richard had fucked from my mind earlier. The boys were just on the other side of that door the whole time. They'd heard everything. My position as top alpha bitch was completely ruined. I scowled at them as they ogled me, their cocks obviously hard through their shorts. "LAPS!" I screamed. "NOW!" but they laughed as they all started to run. This was going to be a long year. The Education Of Richard Ch. 03 (ALL characters are 18 or above, being High School Seniors. If you enjoy and wish to support my work, check out my profile page. Thanks all!) The Auditions were going poorly. I had cast my Knights. I had cast my Lords. I had cast my Clergy. I had cast my King Edward and my Prince of Wales. But I could NOT find a good match for Richard himself. I needed an actor with confidence. An actor with a force of personality, with Gravitas, an actor who could not merely play Richard on a stage, but one who could BECOME Richard. Okay, really I mostly just needed ONE male actor who could tear his eyes from my K-cup breasts for long enough to read a line. As the next one stepped up to the stage I snickered as I read his name. “Uh, Richard, you will be reading for the part of Richard. From the beginning of the monologue on page 10.” He began to recite: “Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front, And now, instead of mounting barbèd steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them-- Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determinèd to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunk prophecies, libels, and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the king In deadly hate the one against the other; And if King Edward be as true and just As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mewed up About a prophecy which says that G Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul -- here Clarence comes” He was no great actor, but he didn't seem quite as impressed with my chest as the previous students. I self-consciously adjusted my bra; was I losing my allure? “Thank you! You've got the part! You read Richard well, Richard.” I scowled. “This could get confusing. Can I call you Dick?” I asked. He smirked playfully, “I seem to be hearing that word a lot lately, but I haven't actually been called that.” What was all that about? “Oh well. Richard it is then. Go over there to Anna and Tiffany and have them get you costumed.” “Yes Ma'am!” He quipped, snapping a sharp salute before heading over to join the two girls. As the three of them went backstage, I noticed them all ogling one another the way that high schoolers will. Maybe I was losing my touch to younger women; the way the boys now seem to like everything so curve-less these days. Tiffany had black hair like mine, but was barely adequate in her upturned, perky DD's. Blond Anna was even worse, super-slight with barely any chest at all. They were getting more attention then me? As I auditioned other students for lesser parts I could hear a little more giggling than usual coming from behind the costume-room door. Eventually the two girls came running out of the costume room door, their facial expressions a confusing mix of shock, amusement...and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. “W-we have a problem!” Tiffany giggled. “What is it, girls?” I asked. “Well... we don't have the right clothes for him.” Said Anna, blushing deeply. “He seems average enough. Maybe a slightly strapping build, but most of the costumes tend towards the taller anyway.” “yes, but...” Tiffany tried, Anna had to help her to finish. “It's the codpiece ma'am. W-we...” And now she trailed off into a blush The two stayed silent a moment then looked at each other and exclaimed in unison, “We can't find one even CLOSE to big enough!” I couldn't help but laugh, colossal breasts jiggling. “Oh now girl's, he probably just got a stiffie from you taking his measurements. Inseams will do that to a boy.” I explained. They shook their heads. I covered for the fact that I was suddenly curious, and a little aroused myself by rolling my eyes. “All right then, let's go check on the situation.” As we walked towards the backstage the two talked. “I can't believe how he's bigger than all those small boys.” Said Tiffany. I smirked, “Now girls there are no small parts, only small actors.” I told her. “And small actors WITH small parts...” Said Anna. “Then there's Richard... His part is just HUGE!” She said as we rounded the corner. And oh, dear god, it was. Richard was waiting patiently in the sewing room, form eased back in one of the cushy chairs, a leg thrown up over the arm of it, leg's splayed to show his unfathomably magnificent treasures. He was wearing a codpiece, but the girls were right, this was not merely the difference between a medium and a large. Richard's cock was coiled up on itself in an uncomfortable looking little patch of leather. Even if it had been large enough to cover the loops of meat, which it was not, there was still the problem of his balls, a pendulous pair of prick-plumbs that swung lazily over the edge of his seat, fat and heavy looking like a two huge oranges in a leather sack. “Great Shakespeare's Ghost!” I gasped, eyes shooting wide as if they were unable to fit all that lay before them at their normal circumference. “What?” Said Richard, playing it off all innocent despite the mischief that played behind his eyes. “Y-y-y-y-you're c-c-co-penis is--” He interrupted me. “It's okay ma'am, you can say cock. I've heard it before.” “Your cock is a fucking monster, Richard. What are we going to do with you?” “Well, if you do what the last couple of people to notice that fact did, then you'll probably be... oh what does Shakespeare call it...?...oh, making the best with two back with me in no time.” The idea had appeal... but I was his teacher. I had decorum to maintain. I grabbed a stack of scripts. “Let's do a little rehearsal shall we?” I suggested. He shrugged as I handed out the play to him and both girls, the four of us playing different characters surrounding Richard III's scenes as needed. As we read, I began to understand how my poor students felt trying to read their lines around me. Even as my mouth said the words, my eyes kept drifting back to that fat long rope of un-containable cock that my lead actor was sporting, my mouth going a little dry at the sight, my nipples perking up. “Ma'am, there's something I don't understand.” Said Richard. “Yes?” I asked. “In the play Richard III is a hunchback and all messed up and stuff. Why did you cast me for that?” I smiled. “It's a question of artistic vision, hon. When Shakespeare wrote these plays, he was doing so for Queen Elizabeth, whose bloodline beat out Richard's family for the throne in the war of the roses. To mollify her, he had to make Richard out to be a monster so that she'd feel better about her position in the world.” “Oh.” He said, looking a little bored at the long lecture. I stood up as I continued my little monologue. “I wanted my Richard to be tall. Strong. Handsome. A realistic portrayal of all the man might have been without Shakespeare's pandering to his queen. My Richard should feel confident, happy, and in command at all times.” I now stood, tits just inches from Richard's seated form. “Tell me Richard... do you feel confident and happy? How about powerful?” “Um...Uh....I....” He stammered as his whole field of vision was consumed in the view of my cleavage, pilowy titflesh inviting his lust. “Well that doesn't sound very powerful to me. Girls, we have to help him!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands, making my tits ripple. “Let us rehearse a few scenes that are not in the script so that Richard feels more comfortable in his role.” Tiffany and Anna looked at one another and shrugged, putting down their booklets and awaiting my direction. “Now Tiffany, you will be the Duchess of York, and Anna, you're Lady Anne-Neville. Both your husbands are dead by direct or indirect action of Richard here, and you hate him for it. But somehow....” And here I needed to make no more explanation as their eyes crawled up and down Richard's gorgeous body, meaty ball-sack, and the super-sized scepter that bulged powerfully behind the codpiece, “... you find yourselves drawn to him. Today you've come to confront Richard for his crimes and avenge your husbands. But perhaps Richard's.... power will overcome you.” The two nodded. “Scene.” I said, the command launching my actors into motion. Tiffany and Anna closed their eyes a moment, getting into character and then both looked up at the pretender to the throne. “Richard! We...hast come here to confront thee with thy, um, dark crimes!” Anna nobly attempted. “Gadzooks! Thy member is huge!” Tiffany added, eyes down and wide. “So is yon noble-woman's breasts!” Richard retorted, sweeping his hand wide to indicate me. I hissed at him. “I'm not in the scene Richard!” “Right!” He nodded. “Um... I have committed no crimeths good and hot ladies.” His butchery of Shakespearean English could not be more painful. “You murdered our husbands!” Anna shot back, her rage seeming genuine, pointing her fingers accusingly. She was a good actress, why had I stuck her on costumes instead of casting her? “Thou dost thinketh me hot?” Asked Tiffany, angling those DD's in his direction. Anna punched Tiffany's arm only increasing the visibility of those now-jiggling breasts. “I thinketh thy milkfruits are hot!” Richard said. Clearly this scene needed more direction. “Richard, you're the KING. If you like her...um...milkfruits...so much, get them out for yourself..” Richard nodded and abruptly tore Tiffany's blouse with a stage-whispered 'sorry' as he did so. I goaded him further. “She's your fallen enemy's widow. Those breasts are your spoils of war! Suck on them!” Richard put out his long-fingered hands and palmed the firm young tits, lifting them both slightly as he leaned down and started licking their surface, saving the areolas then the nipples for last. Anna looked a little lost now, but teacher was here to help. “Help your king out his codpiece and the other widow out of her pants” I told her, watching with growing interest as Anna first stripped herself, then got down and removed the inadequate codpiece and bulging tights from Richard's legs. She followed this up by unpinning Tiffany's skirt, revealing a beautiful purple thong beneath. She hooked her fingers into those, but I stopped her. “No no. Those will be removed at the right time.” I said. Tiffany was purring now, stroking Richard's hair as he feasted on her ripe tits, lapping and sucking them, her nipples now poking up at full hardness in response. But then, my nipples were hard too and so were Anna's. What she lacked in breast meat she made up for in these long pink nipples that even I almost found myself wanting to suck. Speaking of sucking, “Tiffany, to your knees, your King's cock is going woefully unsucked! You must resolve this!” She sunk to her knees, grabbing at the base of Richard's enormous prong, then put hand over hand until she was close enough to the tip to lift it to her mouth. She held only about six inches in her hand and mouth, but what she lacked in depth she made up for in enthusiasm, drooling all over his flaring cockhead, tongue lapping it from all sides. She moaned and mewed, slurping heaps of affection on to the turgid rod. “Anna! You ought to be ashamed! Do you see those poor heavy balls just aching to be sucked? How can you ignore their needs!?” Anna blushed, her whole body turning red as she also sunk to her knees, angling her body sideways to get at his low-dangling nutsack, gathering the endless folds of scrotum in both her hands, bringing the ostrich eggs towards her face, panting them in easter-patterns with her tongue, making Richard moan loud. The king put his hands and both women's heads, stroking their black and blond hair as they worked his shaft and ball-bag. His cock had certainly taken notice, and what must have been the 19 inch monstrosity was now taking long thick shape, blood pumping through his massive veins as it throbbed up larger and larger My own pussy couldn't believe the majesty of the sight, and gushed a little in response. Tiffany's eyes met Anna's from across the vast distance of Richard's enormous shaft and she moved down to join her suck-sister, grunting slutily as she crammed Richard's left ball into her mouth and fed Anna the right. His big fat balls were so huge that with even just one, their cheeks bulged and their jaws stretched. Richard through back his head in ecstacy as his cock slipped and slapped gently between them, then roared as they drew away from each other, each taking a ball with them, their faces a foot apart because he had so much droopy nutsack to spare for each tugged testicle. Anna reached out and stroked Tiffany's face, massaging Richard's ball through the other girl's cheek. Tiffany returned the gesture. Then the two reached up, each grasping the base of his now-hard colossal shaft. Even Anna's longer fingers didn't meet around it, and a preposterous amount of prickmeat still stuck out above their hands. Anna added a third hand and then Tiffany a fourth. I shook my head in amazement and crossed to join them, wrapping both fists around yet more cock. Richard smirked and put both his hands on two. Still a little bit escaped all of our grasps. “Come on, teacher, don't you wanna join in on this scene?” I scowled at my own behavior with this student's titanic tumescent shaft quivering hot in my grasp. “Only for the sake of the scene. I shall be lady...” My mind moved furiously trying to come up with another character from the list of females in the play.. “I shall be Queen...” No, there were none of them left to choose from who would make sense. “I'll be...” I paused blinking, the girls looking goop at me with their adorable cheeks stuffed full of fat ball-meat, Richard's stretched baggy scrotum dangling between them like so much pulled taffy. “Oh fuck it!” I decreed, plunging my head down suck his head into my mouth. That was a task! His flared cock-knob was so wide it was a little like trying to get a doorknob into a can of soda. But with a little straining and an audible popping noise, I managed to get it in, reaching out with my greedy tongue to hook swallow after swallow of gooey precum right from his spunk-slit. Richard was clearly in heaven... I could only imagine that this might be the first time he'd had his whole cock covered by anything at once, and the sensation of my mouth, all 8 our hands, and the two girl's mouths might have been a bit overwhelming. I felt his cock pulse and he threw his head back with a loud, lewd moan, shamelessly enjoying the ball-sucking, cock-slurping jack-off session he was in the midst of. But not on my watch! I pulled off of the tasty prick and quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Down girls! Tug down on them so he can't cum yet! We're not through with him yet, are we?” They obeyed, dropping almost all the way to the floor his overtaxed nut-sack nearly reaching that far it was so capacious. I could only imagine that his ball sack must have gotten so long from the sheer weight of those stones inside it. The boy had big nuts, this I could admit to myself. Richard grimaced and groaned under the mix of pleasure and pain he was getting and even whimpered a little from the release denied. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Don't whine deary, imagine how good it's gonna feel when you get to empty them!” And grabbed his wrists, moving his hands to my blouse, starting him on uncorking the top button while I toyed with his cock, rubbing my palm over the head, spreading his precum around to lubricate him with a gleaming sheen. I reached my spermy hand down and stroked Tiffany's cheek with it, leaving a nasty goo on her. Anna was quick to spit Richard's huge hanger out to come and lick it off, the girls turning to tongue each other, swapping and smearing the liquid around like it was their catnip. “Anna, get up here and suck his cock. Now.” I directed, loving the role of dick dictator. Anna seemed wary, but raised up and gave it her all, requiring on a little manipulation from me, guiding her head to get his fat cocktop into her maw. Anna nursed and suckled the huge cock while I went down to join Tiffany. Together we spiraled our heads around his colossal, dangling sack, swabbing it with our tongues, trading licks and kisses as we passed each other from different angles. Tiffany got behind him slurped along the back of his ball sack, licking every inch up it, sliding her tongue across his taint and then into the crack of his muscled bottom Richard gave a yelp and then moaned, a thick sheen of precum suddenly spilling from Anna's lips as he gave it up. “Never had that done before, huh?” I grinned. “Do you want her to stop?” Richard shook his head, and the three of us worked him over this way a while. Anna bobbing her head on his cock, me licking and slurping the huge balls and caressing them with my tits, Tiffany making hungry slurping noises at his ass, giving him the rim-job of a lifetime. His balls tried to go off again, but I looped my hand around the saggy sack, deny him release again as I pulled Tiffany up with me to join Anna at the cockhead. “Okay, one pull each, then pass it on. We're sharing. Whoever can go deepest gets first fuck.” I announced. Obeying my command we passed the cock woman to woman to woman, each of us throwing our faces down and deep. I'm damned good and got about 8 inches in on my best go, and Tiffany could only manage 6, barely more than the head of a rod as immense as his. But Anna was a nasty little slut, gagging hard and tearing up as she forced ten fat inches all the way into her horny throat, neck bulging obscenely from the mind-mashing width of his ultra-girthy wang. “Where did you learn that you little slut!?” I demanded After she unthroated him and gasped out a huge wad of pre-cum she answered. “Tony's got one this big.” She explained, holding her hand down to the ten-inch mark on Richard's cock. “Hm. If I hadn't met Richard to day, I'd be all over that. You never know who'll get one I guess. Teach me how later?” She nodded, then reminded me of my earlier promise. “Right. So you said I get to be the first to ride this beast?” “So I did. Richard, stand up. Anna, put your ass on that table over there. Tiff and I are going beneath.” The two obeyed and I pulled Tiffany to crawl on her hands and knees under the table with me, so we were staring at Richard's powerfully built legs and magnificent balls. We couldn't see what happened next from this vantage point, but we could guess from Anna's almost anguished cry, her fists and heels pounding the table as her tiny little 'tang was spread wide on the impossible cockhead. Her thumps got harder, then softer as he angled forward more and more, his obscene phallus sinking deeper and deeper. The Education Of Richard Ch. 03 He had perhaps a foot in when he ended his long, slow first thrust, her whole body making a huge racket as she thrashed and thrashed on the hardwood and the hard wood. This was giving me an idea I'd have to execute later. “Ready?” Richard asked when she stopped thrashing, both of his hands wrapped around the more than half of his unacceptably enormous cock which had probably never tasted pussy. “Ungh yeah... but...” She started, her sentence ending as he began pulling his hips back, raking her innermost walls and g-spot, glistening drops of her overproduced juice dribbling to the floor from his now glistening shaft. Then he was stuffing back in again, his awe-inspiring balls swinging forward like a pair of wrecking balls. Tiffany and I exchanged a glance and wordlessly moved in position to offer our faces up for demolition. Richard pounded away and his grotesquely gargantuan nuts pounded our faces. Soon our tongues and moths were in the game, slurping and slobbering all over the orbs with moans and lusty little sucks. The one I was sucking was so tasty, I schemed to make them both mine, stroking Tiffany's cheek as I whispered a new plan in her ear, pulling her almost forcefully off the huge face-smacking nut she was enjoying. Now I was free to grope, stroke and savor the sweaty sack as she executed her next order. Tiffany came out from under the table, then crawled on top of it, straddling Anna's body and learning forward. In this position she could feed the studly student both her big DD cups; a good appetizer for what I'd be giving him later, and he took full advantage, hungrily swabbing and smacking all over those tits like a hungry lion on a pair of steaks. He fucked faster in his lust, eliciting an ear-splitting scream of orgasmic joy from Anna. Tiffany worked her hips in tandem, alternating between grinding Anna's clitty with her own and tilting forward enough on Richard's strong shoulders to let his un-sunk shaft grind her hot little button. Meanwhile I had duty to do! Richard's balls were putting up a fight to get off, trying to lurch from my mouth or grasp so they could deliver the no-doubt massive payload they carried. Seeing no choice, I seized his huge right testicle in both hands, linking my fingers around the drooping sack and holding it down. The other ball was treated to some high-grade vacuum as I brought myself up to suck it, suck it so hard and diligently then I finally managed to get it into my mouth with an audible pop. Then I made the impossible downright miraculous, swallowing hard as I pushed up, gorging myself on the jaw-breaking stone, gagging it down into my throat. Now with the strength of both my hands on one ball and my ravenous throat on the other Richard would be free to fuck his hardest without any fear of losing his juice. He looked down at me with a shocked expression, the obscene bulge in my throat spurning him to kick his fucking up a notch. His titanic testicle raked up and down my esophagus, challenging my gag reflex to the limit, dredging nasty throaty noises and moans as it bounced, stopping and unstopping my air-way with every pass, making my now slobber-spattered tits heave and bounce in response. Shakespearean language cannot describe what Richard did to the girl so I'll put it in modern terms instead; that boy was fucking the ever-loving shit out of her. Her back arched off the table as his cockhead visibly pulverized her inner walls, making a large indentation in the skin of her tummy, and it was probably only Tiffany's clenching thighs that kept her from being love-shoved off the end of the table head first. She moaned horny and unashamed, no doubt alerting the whole school to what was happening to her as he drove deeper and harder, her young ripe pussy drooling out literal puddles of juice. Tiffany scooped up some of that, licking her hands and then rubbing the rest onto her breasts for Richard to lick right off. I followed suit and let my hands run in the waterfall of her lust that poured from the edge of the table and then rubbed it all over his slobber-dripping ball sack, munching on the pounds of ball meat, slurping her tangy sweetness from his humongous gonads, moaning the whole time my pleasure. Finally Anna came down from her orgasm, gasping for breath. Tiffany leaned over and licked her ear. “My turn she said. Right director?” She asked me, giggling. “Right!” I Answered, proud at how far my girls had come in their understanding of dramatic pacing and staging. Anna crawled whimpering from the table, too out of it to properly help as Tiffany positioned herself. The horny, busty young slut rolled over and got on her knees, sticking her pert ass in Richard's face, her glistening pinkness beckoning to him with a sheen of liquid drooling from it's pretty, plump lips. Richard playfully spanked his pussy destroying dong against each of her upturned ass cheeks, groaning in approval as they jiggled before placing his head at her opening. Tiffany quivered and trembled with anticipation, her face already a full-lidded mask of lust with parted lips and a healthy red flush. I had to take extra-firm hold of those ready-to-go-off balls as Richard plunged into his new conquest, a wild scream erupting from her mouth as he slid perhaps 8 inches of wide fuck slab into her dripping sex. Tiffany beat a fist on the table and abruptly blasted the hung king with a deluge of her pussy punch, speckling his ripped arms, bulging pecs, and powerful abdominals with glistening droplets of twat tonic. At the same time her hips sort of pulled away, instinctively trying to escape the parking-meter thick cock from ruining her sex, but Richard only grabbed hold of her pigtails and crammed more in. The shower of cunt cream that followed was all the evidence I needed to know she was enjoying herself. The young man was definitely enjoying himself, and he hefted one leg and planted it onto the table next to her heels, leveraging himself up and tilting her pelvis to drive down into her, his speed increasing. If I'd let go of his balls now, they'd probably smack a hole in the table. That gave me an idea, but I'd have to get to it later, instead giving his nuts a horny two-fisted kiss moaning “Oh God Richard, you're such a fucking stud...” At this point I was squirming in my own juices, my nipples raw and hard, my ass swiveling in time to his thrusts as though I, his proud and proper teacher were the one getting railed. Then Richard kicked it up another notch, hopping his other foot up on the table and pulling poor Tiffany into a diagonal lean against her head, shoulders and big tits, pounding down with savage, animal grunts as he fucked and fucked away,his cunt-splitting log of meat eliciting ear-splitting screams of pleasure from the busty young woman. Anna bolted forward and I rushed to my feet, the two of us almost colliding as we sought to collect and restrain his balls from unloading. His scrotum was so long, we could pull it back between his legs, with plenty of slack left to table them onto my upheld tits. I cushioned his huge gonads while Anna held onto them, slurping them to soothe the no doubt mounting pressure they must be feeling. The gargantuan balls were grotesquely bloated now, fat with cum, but we forced his edging to continue as he proceeded to powerfuck Tiffany's brain into oblivion. Tiffany let out her longest, loudest scream yet, somersaulting from his cock onto the floor next to the table, her bursting cunt exploding with wave after wave of syrupy fucksauce, her copious orgasm and his thick pre-seed combined in a nasty muff mix that squirted from her for what seemed like long minutes. But I was not there to watch the whole show, I had a tool to grab, and I'm not referring to the one Richard had just powerballed Tiffany with.. The girls wasted no time while I was off grabbing my next tool, and when I got back they were both wrapped around Richard's humongous prong, rubbing their tits and tongues against it, and Anna even gave him a little pole-dance, grinding her clit and ass against the underside of his shaft while Tiffany held it up for her, spanking her partner in crime when the opportunity presented itself. I plugged in the circular saw I'd brought and proceeded to noisily and quickly cut a hole in the center of the table. “Come here and lie down Richard. This will let us isolate your favorite part for a little play, and it should keep you from being able to cum too....” “But what if I wanna cum!” He whined. “Just think how sweet it will be when we let you. Come on. Lie down.” Richard complied, positioning his gorgeous body onto the table, carefully feeding the whole of his endless length through, then with no small amount of difficulty stuck his nuts through one at a time. This was perfect...not only were we treated to a table that suddenly had a fleshy fifth leg that made our pussies clench with anticipation, but it would act as a cock-ring of sorts, preventing Richard from gaining release no matter how we worshiped him. And worship him we did. The three of us spiraled around his now-dangling stalactite of cockflesh, hands pawing at each other's tits and thighs as we fought to gain space around the enormous organ that drooped so dangerously, hard and just shy of touching the floor it was so long. The three of us cleaned every drop of cunt sauce from the glistening skin, and then I directed everyone into patterns. Tiffany got the massive tendon that ran along the top of his prick, licking it up and down with drooling lusty affection, and on the other side of his meat Anna attended to the cum-channel, their tongue occasionally touching when they snaked over his tip. For my part, I traced the veins, treating them like blue, purple, and red trails for my tongue to wander. When I'd followed all of them, I was confronted by the sight of his bulbous balls, bulging to the bursting point where they were pulled up against the underside of the table. The poor things! But I would have to see to them later. I wrapped my hands in the girl's hair and pushed them together into a slutty kiss, making them make out as I leveled Richard's prick between the tight seal they were making, bobbing his precum-dripping head up and down between their two sets of lips, coating their slutty teenage jaws and chins in his rivers of semen. Then it was Tiffany's turn to direct, the clever girl pinning his cock by the underside of his head to the bottom of the table, allowing the three of us to give long worshipful licks to the underside all at once, his cock being so wide that it acted as a sort of race track for our tongues to be along side one another. Anna pulled his cock back down the other way, gently sandwiching the base between his colossal dangling gonads so that we could repeat this trick along the top, his shaft was now so nasty with slobber it looked like it had been marinating in our mouths for a day and a half. Now it was time to soothe those aching balls...or make them worse...I'm not sure....I pushed the girl's heads up to where they dangled, encouraging each to make a futile effort to suck one in, Tiffany opened her mouth so wide, her thicks lips splayed almost 90 degrees from one another and her eyes rolled back into her head, the huge nut utterly dominating her mouth, her face, her head. Anna was craftier and used her hands to tenderly and carefully manipulate the massive man-yam into her maw, letting it stuff both cheeks and sit sideways in her mouth while she worked her tongue on it like a baster. For my part I took advantage of what little space they didn't cover in the middle, licking the thick seam of his scrotal bag. Once the strip of sack I was licking couldn't be any moister, I licked up it all the way to the tip of him and prepared myself. “Okay girls, I'm going down on this thing, and no matter what you hear, I don't want you pulling me off, okay?” They nodded, looking scared. I arched my back, huge tits flopping as I angled his thick prickhead into my mouth and started to push myself down, almost crab-walking to get inch after inch in. It was a little easier with the new angle, but taking any more of a cock so long was more than challenging. It was just a few sniffs at first, then some lusty little coughs and gagging noises as my eyes rolled and I forced myself to take more. By the time I'd sunk a foot of him, my neck bulged with a horrid curve of meat, my innards were in full reverse and nothing but long ragged noises of painful rejection, my face a mask of nasty precum and slobber that dripped from my chin up into my eyes and down into my hair. Finally I had to pull of, a gasp from my throat was met with a thick gout of precum, his balls buckling up against the table so hard trying to go off that the wood creaked. I just stared at the awesome and intimidating organ, thick ropes of streaming liquid connecting my face to every inch of his cock with a different strand. The girls wasted no time in attacking those thread, each curling her tongue to hook in a different arch of pre-seed, Anna even skillfully drizzling a little of it from her lips onto Tiffany's face and tits. It was at this moment that the door open, and another one of my students entered the room with a script, “Ma'am I have some questions about...” He stopped and stared at the orgy before him, the two girls snapping up threads of pre-spunk, his teacher's huge tits out and dangling, the enormous cock and balls almost like a fifth table leg. A sudden wet spot appeared on the front of his trousers, and you'd have though he was peeing himself if you couldn't see the erection. The poor boy had cum just at the site. “Um, I'll come back later!” He said, voice cracking as he put the script in front of him to hide his shame as he left the room. The three of us giggled. Richard whimpered. “If he gets to cum how come I don't?” He whimpered. “Oh very well.” I pouted, not wanting this fun to end. We worked carefully to feed his now engorged nuts and cock back up the hole, coming out from under the table. “Now Richard, a huge cock and huge tits are made for each other. You're going to fuck my pair till you go off, while the girls service us both however they see fit.” “But I want to make you cum!” He protested. “I probably will just from the titfucking dear Richard. I can't have students fucking me. There's too much at stake.” Then I cupped my pre-cum spattered orbs and grinned, “Besides, these will cover you better than anything else here. I'll bet you've never sunk every inch of cock into anything, have you?” He shook his head and then gasped as I lay on my back on the table, holding my huge tits into a perfect fuck-chasm for him to bury his beast in. My biceps were visibly strained by the act of hefting my humongous chesticles, and I spread my legs a little to give him room to kneel before my pelvis. First I held my tits together a little too tight for him to get between them, letting him instead roll the head and shaft of his colossal organ all over my tits, spewing pre-spunk onto them with each globe-jiggling tap of his rod. Then I parted my valley and let him sink in, closing the way after him with pounds of perfect titflesh. My gum-ball fat nipples were already hard as he started to slide in and out, danging slapping hard into my clit as he moved. I sucked in a breath, this was going to make me cum much quicker than I'd anticipated. The girls were helping, covering my huge tits in hot lusty licks, slipping there tongues over every inch of my cream-covered bra boulders, focusing especially on the parts of my boobs that most men neglected in their horny search for nipple meat. “And I thought mine were big!” Pouted Tiffany as she ground her big boobs into the side of one of mine, amazed at how even one of my bra cups could have probably contained both her breasts. Richard grunted happily as he thrust away, loving the way that Anna licked the backs of his balls each time her pulled out of my cleavage. I shook my tits back and forth on his dick, wrenching it this way and that as I bit my lower lip, having the first of many orgasms from his clit-punching nuts. He squatted a little higher on me, cock pelting against my lips before I finally opened up and lit him fuck the head of his prick into my mouth on the upstrokes, Anna moved lower to lap at my bubbling cunt as Tiffany came around to take over ball-duty, grinding her huge tits against them so that his whole unit was being pleasured by one pair of tits or the other. I was having trouble keeping up with the flow of pre-sperm, and I gargled and drooled it from my mouth as he rammed harder and harder, rivulets pooling in the hollow my throat to be splashed around by his pounding shaft as it fed into my face. “Oh Fuck Ma'am! Here it comes! Oh GOD I'm...I'm....!” As he drove me over the top for the sixth time, his own orgasm mounted, his humongous balls straining to tighten up and bloat out next to his shaft, his dick seeming to span thick as a thigh as it erupted a huge hose-spray of jizz directly into my face. His cum-slit had dilated to the size of a drinking glass to accommodate the sheer volume of fuck chowder that was spraying out. His Ejaculate didn't cum in shots at first, only streamed and streamed, sometimes thicker sometimes lighter but always cumming and cumming, his out of control hose painting my splayed body, seeping down the hole we'd cut in the table to pool on the floor. Tiffany and Anna joined my position, putting there heads next to mine so their horny swallowing throats could catch more and more of Richard's unbelievable tirade of nut-nog. Finally Richard subsided and sat up, the three of us completely dripping in Shakespearean gowns made entirely out of rich cum, he'd even had enough cum to paint my huge globes, and act alone that would have taken at least 30 or 40 other men. He ran a hand from the base of his prick to it's tip, shucking the last of his load that coated his shaft into the ring of his index finger and thumb, reaching out to feed it to Anna and Tiffany, smiling smugly as they hornilly whimpered and licked it from him, kissing each other to share his taste with one another. He pumped his cock a couple of times in both fists. “Ready for round two, teacher?” He asked sweetly. My jaw dropped. I was saved by the bell, the tinny klaxon making my overstuffed cum-crammed stomach breath a sigh of relief. “We'll take it from the top tomorrow.” I said, as everyone dressed. Anna giggled. “This is going to be the worst version of Richard III that anyone has ever put on!” She said. “I don't care.” Was my only reply. The Education Of Richard Ch. 04 (If you're interested in hearing me read this story aloud, or about how to obtain the last chapter without having to wait, contact me via my profile page here. As usual, all characters are 18 or over, all body parts are oversized and ridiculous. Think of it as a literary cartoon more than a serious work of fiction. And have fun!) His reputation proceeded him. I knew what he'd done to our coach and our drama teacher and two students. I knew he was swinging 23 inches of cock around above a long scrotum that was stuffed almost to the bursting point with a pair cantaloupe size balls. I knew he'd had tits bigger than my comparatively meager F cups. I knew he could fuck for hours and would invariably cum like a garden hose. I knew he could bring such raw and unbridled pleasure to anyone he fucked that their cries of joy and ecstasy would be heard throughout the school. I knew he could bring such raw and unbridled pleasure to anyone he fucked that their cries of joy and ecstasy would be heard throughout the school. I knew all of these things already, and yet nothing could prepare me for the shock of seeing him, tall, muscular, handsome, and oh my fucking god, fucking hung. The bulge of his absurd trouser snake was more akin to a pant-leg python that was trying to make an escape all the way down his leg. Somehow, my mouth was watering yet dry at the same time. I found it hard to talk. “You must be Richard.” I said. “I'm up here.” He shot back, pointing a finger towards his face. I dragged my eyes up to meet his. “Sorry.” I coughed. “Let's not beat around the bush, Richard. You have an enormous cock. Larger than any anyone has ever seen.” “Okay.” Said Richard, seeming a little cross as he sat down. “Why does that mean I have to come see you?” “Because your frequent sexual contact with our faculty is of some concern. You can't get through high school by fucking your way to an 'A' in every class, Richard.” He smirked. “What, do you think my fucking only warrants a C+?” “That's not what I'm getting at!  I want to schedule a parent-teacher conference between your teachers and your mother. She needs to understand that you can't home school a child for eleven years and then just drop him into this 12th grade environment without some...” I rubbed my legs together “...friction.” “Will you be at the conference ma'am?” He asked. “No Richard, I'm trying to limit this to the faculty you've had sexual relations with.” w“Oh, well in that case...” Richard stood, reached into his pants flipped his wrist up, more than a foot of soft cock flying into the air, then he slapped it down heavily on my desk. His cock was so long it went across my blotter and the head dangled over the edge. I stared at the monstrosity. “Okay. I'll be there.” I tonelessly murmured, leaning down to flick my tongue against that dangling doorknob of a head, batting it all over with sloppy little licks. Keeping my head craned down I slowly crawled up on my desk, straddling his endless, soft shaft and placing worshipful little kiss-licks all along it, moving on my hands and knees. When I reached his hairless root, I gave a little gasp. Not at the fact that he was growing larger and larger between my thighs, but at the site of his humongous balls which dangled far beneath his fat prick. I spilled forward and a little to the side, trying to gracefully dismount the desk, but falling tits-first to the floor more. I sat up with a pouty expression and found myself face-to-face with that super-low-slung sperm-sack. The balls themselves were simply massive, like a pair of heavy cannonballs, and beneath that huge weapon they somehow seemed just as dangerous. My mouth started to run as I blushed deep. I hate it, but I have this penchant for talking dirty too much during any sexual encounter, like my pussy reached up through my body and just takes hold of the speech-center of my brain. I hate it, but god it makes me wet when I say things like, “Oh my God, Richard, you've got balls like a fucking elephant. I bet you've got a fucking gallon of tasty jizz-jam in those humongous fucking nuts, I bet you want me to lick 'em, and suck 'em, and put 'em between my tits to get 'em nice and full for me.” I tugged and massaged them as I continued, “I bet you love having such big fat heavy hanging chin-punchers. I bet you wanna smear 'em all over my fucking face, I bet you wanna get them coated in my makeup and I bet you want me to clean 'em after you do..” Richard's eyes grew wide, he clearly hadn't heard quite this level of obscene talk before and I blushed deeper, cramming my mouth full of his tasty ball-bag just to avoid any more of this nasty narration. I fought hard to cram a bulging nut into my small but dirty mouth, moaning against the monster-nad, fighting with it as I desperately tried to get it to stay. When I Finally worked it in, it still didn't exactly fit, and I must have looked quite the slut with a big fat ball three-quarters of the way in my mouth, my frothy drool spilling out over the fat back-side of it that still stuck out. Richard didn't seem to mind my inability, leaning forward to brace himself on the desk as I slavishly worshiped his gob-stopping gonad, my tongue tracing shapes all over the surface of his lusty-leg slapper. I craned my neck, attacking his other one from the backside, only able to suck half a nut in this way, but doing my best to compensate with my hands, massaging my drooling mouth mess into the surface of his sack. When I finally pulled back, I watched as a tendril of drool slowly stretched between my face and his nuts, then snapped and dropped to the floor. I caught my breath and then my stupid mouth fired off again. “You like that you big fucking stud? You enjoy watching my whore-slobber drip from your big fat nuts when I'm done sucking 'em? You like making me taste your nasty fuckin' spooge-bombs? Making my lips ache when I try to get 'em in, my jaw pop just to fit 'em? Yeah, you know you do, look how hard that fucking cock is getting. What is that fucking thing, two feet? You like having a fucking monster cock, don'tcha? You like cramming it in mouths and cunts and shoving it between tits and ass cheeks? You like rubbing that huge fuckin' head in faces just to watch pussies melt and mouth's drool? Well I'm fucking drooling for it stud... stick it in my mouth...face fuck me... ravage my fuckin' skull... come on, don't make me beg. I will. I will beg just to suck a fuckin' cock like that, but don't make me do it, this is fucking embarrassing.” And it was! My face was completely red...why couldn't I shut up? Why wouldn't he do the gentlemanly thing and stop my mouth with a nice big fat cock? But then he did just that, shoving himself insistently into my yap, parting my lips wide to accommodate his girth. Richard would have a difficult time fitting his cock into a turtle-neck shirt let alone my much smaller mouth, but somehow I managed. My lips peeled around his prick like a second foreskin, and it was all I could do to distract myself by licking him. My tongue was amazed at the the topography of his cock, the rises and ridges, the veiny rivers and mountainous come-channel, the trace of his tendons and always always always the heat of him. With so much blood flowing into such a monstrous organ it was no wonder the thing cooked up like a kilbasa on the grill. Richard was gentle with me. He'd fuck a little in, pushing my lips in, then pull out a bit, still leaving his especially challenging head in, then push in a bit more, barely claiming more territory with each thrust. But claim it he did, and soon I taking five or six inches of him in my little gob, rolling my head on him to pleasure him, cheeks hollowing as I sucked and bobbed, eyes closed in the pure bliss of a cocksucker at work. “You should have my mom teach you to do this. She can take a lot!” Richard said, casually, like being an incestuous fuck-buddy with your mother is completely normal. My eyes went wide and I pulled back in an impressive burst of pre-cum, squinting as it all pelted my face. “You've gotten head from your mom?” “Sure. Says she can't help it on account of my size.” “Oh boy... this is going to be quite a parent teacher conference then.” But I wasn't as horrified as I should be somehow.  I can't explain it, but the thought of joining Richard's mom for a good screw made me even moister. Richard's mom was HOT. Humongous tits, full lips, a tight body, much taller than my super-petite frame. It's hard to feel one's bisexual side when kneeling before a prick bigger than a baseball bat, but somehow I was managing. I grinned up at him wickedly and let my voice needle him a little. “Hey Richard? You like it when your momma sucks your cock? Does it make you feel like a big fucking man to watch that pussy-pounder vanish between those sexy lips of hers? Does she jack you with those big fat titties of hers? Did you get to fuck the cunt you came out of yet? If you did, I bet any future brothers of yours will get cold from the fucking draft. Hell, I think you made my mouth just a little bigger now... did you enjoy that? Did you like making your Guidance Counselor gargle a little of your precum there?” “You sure ask a lot of questions, ma'am.” Richard said, grabbing me by the hips and spinning me, holding me completely upside-down in front of his balrog of a fuck-beast, shoving his head crudely between my thighs to start tongue-slapping my helpless little clitty as his cockhead slipped and slapped around between my tits. I'd like to say I was a more active participant in what happened next, but the fact of the matter, is that Richard skillfully used me as he pleasured me, his hungry mouth sucking at my little button and each of my pussy-lips in turn, his arms moving at the same time to effortlessly jack himself off between my still bra-clad breasts, his precum still seeping out to coat my white blouse in a nasty, nipple-revealing wetness. You can bet my mouth wouldn't shut up about that. “Oh oh! OH fuck I didn't know I could enjoy my tits this much! Do it Richard, baby, jack your big fat fuckstick off between my big fat titties, come on, make 'em bounce more! Jiggle my juggs, stud! Punish my pontoons! I want your big fucking cock to make me into a dong-dew drenched dicksucking doll.” Richard actually snickered at this last alliteration. “HEY! Did I say you could stop chewing my clit, boy!?” Richard smirked mischievously. “No ma'am, I guess you didn't. Sorry.” He plunged his face back into my cooch, rolling his head now as his tongue skillfully swirled in the opposite direction, stirring my insides like some dripping pot of pure sex. His jaw worked against my clit as he craned his neck, really focusing on getting his tongue deep, moving it to taste my walls. “Ngh! Yeah, you like the taste of that pussy, Richard?” He just nodded as he skillfully brought me right over the top, my little juice box bursting over, feeding a good portion of my lust into his mouth, then making me squeal as droplets and trails of it ran the course of my upside-down body, soaking my clothes even more and left streaks up to my thighs. Richard growled triumphantly and planted me on my back, sweeping pens and papers aside to straddle me on my desk. I grunted as his heavy cock slapped my belly. “Oh God stud, taking you is going to be like trying to cram a bread loaf through a Dixie cup...but I don't care. I want you to fuck me so hard I cum like ten whores...I want your massive spunk cannon to blast a new layer in my cunt....I want you to fuck me like it's your last time...come on, just cram that big, long hard massive meat monument into my little snatch and make it rain in there...make my girl-cream a fucking meteorological event. FUCK ME!” Richard gently slapped my thighs apart and put his head to my entrance, the huge battering ram getting instantly syrupy in my cunt. I screamed as he spread me wide, and marveled at the sight of his majestic balls dragging across the desk as he fed my starving pussy inch after inch of massive dick. My eyes went a little wider with every inch, and instinctively it just felt so wrong that there was always just a bit more cock. It felt wrong, but GOOD. My breath caught in my throat as he glided deeper, becoming ragged with each passing moment. “Oh... Oh Richard, God it's good... you're fucking huge, you know that? Fucking huge.” He snickered. “I think I heard that somewhere, yeah.” as he casually bottomed out in me, placing his hands on either side of the desk and giving one more hopeful thrust, his iron-hard cock threatening to bend. But instead is just pushed my hips up and off the desk, my slight frame so light his cock could lift it. Thinking back over the teachers and students and Richard's mother, it occurred to me that I was probably the most petite woman Richard had ever fucked, and as he withdrew, my ass slapped back down on the desk with a resounding smack. Richard seemed to like this, and repositioned himself slightly with just his head inside me, causing me to gasp as he stirred his hips a little. “Ready for a ride?” He asked, grinning. “Yeah, I want you to fucking ride me.” Was all I apparently needed to say as Richard started to powerfully launch in and out of me, his balls slapping the table as my ass was thrust up off the desk, alternating with sound of my cheeks slapping down on the desk. It was slow at first. Slap. Slap. Slap. Then it started to get into a faster slapslapslap rhythm, but as he built speed and groaned, plowing my innards with his fat tool, the sound was soon like an applauding audience; albeit, an audience seated somewhere very wet, because I was absolutely gushing. Richard didn't seem to want to stay there long. Every time my pussy got the hang of what he was up to, he changed things up on me. After I came my first time from this cunt-lifting missionary, he pulled back and flipped me over, tugging my ass up and into his pelvis for for several minutes of pile-driving doggy-style, long floppy scrotum slapping my ass despite that fact that his cock was still inches and inches from being able to get into me all the way... his nutsack was just that long. He reached around to fondle my tits as he did this, tugging them hard but pleasurably back towards himself. Another orgasm, another position. Richard pulled my ass up a little more so that I was almost in a headstand, stepping over my prone form so that his legs scissored with mine, taking advantage of his length to saw up and down into me this way, cock sticking backwards through his legs now. My tits were mashing up against my face from the gravity and the arch of my neck, and getting speckled with the reams of my nether-lip nectar that blasted from my juicing quim with each of his squatting thrusts, his balls now wrapping back and forth around his shaft like a tetherball with each downward pound. But he was not done with me yet. As my gasping moan echoed in the small room from that one, he pulled me, gasping and weak, up by the arm and he sat on the edge of the desk. Richard then sat me in his lap, facing away from him, burying his monstrous meat pole deep inside me, pumping my hips with his hands, fucking himself with me, somehow managing to do all the work with my body. It occurred to me at this moment that my participation in the orgasms I was about to have was not a necessity, but merely an option. An option I decide it was my duty to take. I turned and pushed Richard back over the desk with one of my feet on his shoulder, crouched on my arms and legs as one, kissing and licking at his perfectly proportioned neck as I grasped those wonderfully buff shoulders like hand-holds, bucking my voracious vagina up and down his prick, doing strange sort of push-ups on his body. My tits dangled and ground into his chest with each move and I moaned, brow furrowing and beaded with sweat as I fought hard to delay my next orgasm, just wanting to pleasure Richard like some servant, animal, thing. He only stared sweetly up into my face and let me tire myself out, gasping and raggedly sobbing with joy through another cathartic climax. He held me close and stood, walking us both to one of the walls, pressing my back against it and holding me there, pinned by my shoulders with powerful strength, his humongous biceps bunching up into meaty discs as he bucked his hips, my hoarse, throaty cries of pleasure accompanied by the audible sounds of my endlessly cumming wetness and the smack smack smack of a pair of loose weighty balls slapping the wall far below. Then Richard turned, laying me on my left side back on the desk, himself standing upright in contrast to my own supine repose. He tugged my right leg up, and over his shoulder, pulling my ass off the desk and onto his cock in a nearly half-split position. My eyes widened as I looked down, see how his thickness spread from this new angle in an obscene taxation of my labial elasticity. Intellectually I knew that my body would return to the same shape it has always been, but in the moment I found myself afraid that I would be permanently gaped to this new standard of shaped., and as he sawed his beefy cock-bulk in and out of me thus, I was also afraid I would simply die from over-orgasm, my quivering quim spasm-ing like it was having a seizure or heart-attack, dumping out sheet after sheet of my feminine frosting as he hormonally pumped away. :”Oh god Richard, It's time to let go! Show me what you're keeping in those huge fucking balls, I wanna see what those two-ton nuts are packing you hung fucking bull of a fuckstud. Come on baby, let those cream crammed cum crates explode all over me! I want your hot fucking jizz so bad I'm begging for it! Show me your ball batter! Give me your gonad gravy! Come on, what do I have to fucking do to earn your nasty nut nectar? Do you want me to fucking die on this desk from pleasure without getting to sample your prick paste? Don't you wanna give me your testicular tartar? Your man milk? Your jock juice? Please Richard! I need your fucking cum goddamnit! FUCKING CUM FOR ME!” And finally he did. Despite the fact that my pussy had been drooling and bursting with liquid for the better part of an hour, coating the surface of my desk, most of the floor, and painting both of our bodies, Richard's first 'squirt' of cum was still more copious. I rolled to my back as he pulled out, gasping as a whopping wad of jewel juice slapped into my face, painting both my eyes closed, blasting my short hair in a slick-backed looking tangle of bangs and ball juice. Richard's eyes fluttered as he came, his voice boyish and cracking with joy as another batch of man jam flew from his prick-head, hitting the hollow of my throat with an audible thud, blowing upwards to coat the underside of my face, my jaw, my lower lip in dripping prick pudding. Richard swung his cock back and forth as he jacked it, shots flying wild over both my shoulders and head, then he was aimed at my tits, one huge shot after another coating them in such a thick layer of gooey gunt that my poor hooters visibly sagged from the sheer wait of it, like some strange bra-in-reverse of white cream has been slapped on by a mad tailor of fuck-fabric. Richard's cock jerked and pulsed uncontrollably, launching more shots into the air and across my furniture. I was going to be cleaning with my door locked for hours to keep the janitor from seeing this! As his load subsided I clamped my lips down onto his head and sucked hard, forcing every last drop of his sack-soup into my mouth. When it was over I pulled back sheepishly, a thick wad of gooey gunk still connecting my lips to his prick-head, gobs of it still dangling from my heavy eyelids. “Oh Richard.” Was all I said, my mouth speechless for perhaps the first time in my sex life. The Education Of Richard Ch. 04 He loving patted my cheek with his still semi-hard cock before laboriously bundling it away in his overtaxed pants. “Conference tomorrow?” I whimpered at him. I was begging for it and he knew it. “Wouldn't miss it for the world.” He smirked. Then I was on the phone, making plans to get the four of us together.