Starring Young Tawdry Trollop Harriet Humper in:
"Harriet Gets Her Wee Wee Juice"
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All characters are at least 18 years of age
"You wanted to talk to me, Principal Johnson?" Harriet asked innocently as she walked slowly into his office.
High school senior Harriet Humper strode into Ron Johnson's office space. She was dressed sexily in a white blouse that hugged her H cup titties and a scoop neckline that showed a plethora of magnificent cleavage. Principal Johnson beamed inwardly when he saw her.
"Come in, Harriet," Johnson spoke with fake sternness to the young tart as his eyes barely yanked themselves away from her bustline to meet her sparkling eyes. "Have a seat right there."
Harriet took a seat in the cushioned chair before Ron Johnson's big oak desk.
"Am I in trouble for something, Mr. Johnson?" Harriet asked him, concern etching her angel face as she did so.
"Not exactly," the principal said, his lips upturning as he spoke. "I have heard some good things about your work."
With this, he stood up from behind his desk and Harriet gasped to see the giant erection protruding from the open fly of his khaki pants. Ron grinned coyly and slyly, his penis engorged from the lust that he felt for this buxom girl, the lust that made the blood straighten his member to a nine inch column. Her soccer ball boobs were fucking gargantuan, round, heavy, yet high and proud on her chest in two massive globes of flesh that made Dolly Parton look like a fucking schoolgirl. Ron's hard-on was as hard as a steel post, his wee wee pointing straight in her direction.
"Harriet, some of the football players have told me about the good work you do in promoting school spirit," the principal continued. "They say that you have special skills that you use quite frequently."
"Yes, Mr. Johnson," Harriet replied, attempting to conceal her surprise yet admiring every inch of him. "I do have special skills that I display from time to time. Tee hee. Actually, I use them a whole, whole lot, almost everyday."
"So I've been told," Johnson responded and then laughed as he shook at the waist, making his protracted pecker jump up and down, acting almost as silly as a curious schoolboy just discovering how much fun it is to play with his wee wee. "Now I suggest that you take that blouse off and show me your titties. Holy shit, it looks like you're hiding two midgets under that top. I want to see those big knockers."
"Tee hee," Harriet giggled, pinching her puckered nipple through her blouse as she heaved her big glands out of her top and promptly discarded it. "My titties need some air anyway. They so sweaty. Tee hee."
And they were. Sweat glistened at the cleavage of her giant mammary glands. Her heavy and heaving sweat glands were definitely sweating, but slowly began to cool as the cool air from the air conditioning unit hit her bulging boobs, making the young blonde vixen coo with delight. Principal Johnson gaped unashamedly at her prominent rack, his penis so hard now that he was aching to come, to squirt his jizz all over the tawdry top heavy trollop. Harriet Humper's nipples were hard and pebbly, erect and firm as the cool and refreshing air hit them. A droplet of sweat slipped down the rounded mountainous surface of her big left boobie, sliding past her reddish pink nipple and silver dollar sized areola.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, my titties feel good, Principal Johnson," Harriet sighed, kneading the abundant flesh of her young and ripe assets, her H cup assets that swelled, heaved from her chest, looking even more cartoonish as they jutted out above her tiny and slender waist. "My knockers are so chilly. Tee hee hee. That AC is cranking like a motherfucker and my bosom buddies are feeling icy cold and comfy. You want to touch 'em, big fucker?"
"Hell, yeah, you big-tittied bitch!" Ron replied eagerly, rubbing the hardness between his legs as he walked towards her. "I want to squeeze those big motherfucking titties, baby. You've made me so fucking hard, you little trollop. I going to play with those puppies and then you're going to suck the fuck out of my dick, aren't you, Angeltits?"
"I'll even swallow all your cum, Principal Johnson," Harriet assured him with a grin as he roughly grabbed her funbags, smiling as the ridiculous amount of excess flesh oozed out of his insufficient palms. "Squeeze me, motherfucker. Feel all of me, you sweet dick. Rub me, knead me, tug me, fondle me, then suck me."
Ron Johnson gripped her tits roughly, his hands and fingers exploring, enjoying and savoring every inch, every corner of her flesh swells. The principal let his hands move between her boobies, disappearing into her cleavage and then touching and rubbing the insides of her whopping, bouncing bazooms. After several minutes of this intense fondling, Johnson bent forward and latched on to the nipple of her right breast, drawing hard on her pert protrusion. Harriet squealed and lowered her hand to place it on his fiercely erect penis.
"Oh, Ronnie," Harriet moaned as his sucking grew loud and sloppy, sucking her boob like a nursing baby, smacking his lips and slurping loudly and unabashedly. "That feels fucking great, you good sucker. And it looks like somebody's got a great big hard-on too. Tee hee. Daddy's wee wee likes."
The big-boobed bimbo gingerly and teasingly touched and felt his protracted cock with her little feminine fingers, enjoying the texture of his rigid male sex organ. When the boobie sucking ceased, 18-year-old Harriet needed little coaxing when she went to her knees to fellate his nine inch cock.
"Now suck that son of a bitch, baby. Just suck Big Johnson, you little floozy. Suck him hard and long and make him come in your mouth."
"Yes, sir," Harriet quickly replied after she knelt on the floor with a smile. "That's the same thing the cop that pulled me over the other night said before he gave me a breathalyzer test. Hee hee. And I sucked his wee wee too."
Harriet grabbed Mr. Johnson's hard wee wee in her tiny hands and held it tenderly to her subtly parted ruby lips, almost seeming to study it before she put it in her mouth. Then Harriet gave his mushroom head a barely perceptible butterfly kiss, her oversized set bobbing with her movements.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah," Ron moaned impatiently, still standing and now patting her approvingly on the top of her blonde head. "But enough of the kisses and tender shit. I want you to put my dick in your mouth and take me all the way into your throat when you suck me. You can even pretend this is a fucking breathalyzer test if you want to. Just fellate me, you tawdry trollop."
"Sure thing, Mr. J," Harriet answered sweetly as she moved his pee wee head close to her mouth. "It would be my pleasure. Tee hee hee. I love wee wees, especially the big ones."