Starring the Queen of Big Tittiedom, That Raucous Raiser of the Dormant Wee Wee, Miss Hilda Humper in: "Hilda And The Giant Wee Wee" Written and edited by Victor C. Nathan This absurdly entertaining romp through the Humper universe is the direct sequel to the acclaimed Humper tale, "Like A Virgin". Enjoy.
"Boy, that was fucking fun," Hilda said to herself as she sat at her desk wearing nothing but the green panties that she had decided to put back on, certain, however, that they would soon be coming off again. "I love to fuck. Especially those virgin wee wees. They've got all that fuck in them that needs to be released. And they do some fuck-releasing right in my naughty fuck-ready, fuckhappy pussy. Tee hee."
But Hilda still didn't feel anything close to being satiated after helping Jeremy Peters shed his bothersome virginity. Hilda had been more than happy to have made the young boy's day. Jeremy's little post-virginity pecker would never be the same and she was so proud of him. He had served her needs as well, her need to fuck and shag and hump like a wild whore. Hilda was one happy humper, one minx that could hook any man that was within her grasp and take him to bed with her. She could drag a man by his wee wee, using the power of her globular knockers as a powerful motivation for that man to fuck her always starving cunny. Hilda just loved the feel of a cock planted deep within her insides pounding the hell out of her in fucking frenzied fornication.
As she pushed her panties to one side and skillfully rubbed her erect clit, she felt fatigue washing over her body. Miss Humper had done some late nights of fucking at home lately and would be glad when the school week was over. The endowed educator and ebullient wee wee ebuilliezer could feel herself growing more and more weary, even as two of her little fingers tugged on her tiny nub, her tiny female equivalent of a wee wee. Hilda was so tired, so tired, so very fucking tired............
Hilda Humper heard a forceful knock at the door of her office. It was abrupt and then persistent in its urgency and obstinacy. Hilda smiled and then popped her bra onto her big boobies in a fast motion. She was so used to taking it off and on after having her ta tas sucked that it was like a reflex, like second nature to the buxom educator.
Just yesterday she had shared her big bazooms with her fellow teacher, Mr. Larry Cox. Old Larry had sucked her big bouncers like he was a hungry baby needing a milk fix.
Hilda strode to the door, her beautiful bod looking outstanding in her bright green underwear. She reached for the knob and slowly slid the door creakingly ajar. Before her was a sharp-looking badass kind of guy wearing khakis and a dress shirt with a stylish tie. Hilda liked the looks of the young man and the way that his eyes looked deeply into hers right before they dropped lower on her form to check out all the abundant and barely covered boobieflesh before him, her green boulder holder having squeezed her top-heavy tons of tittie, making her cleavage almost splash and ooze free of her cartoonishly carnival-like cups.
"Hi there, Hil," he snapped arrogantly as he slipped past her into the office. "How's the teaching game?"
Hilda thought that his swagger, somewhere between Marlon Brando and James Dean, was somehow appealing. She was drawn to his confidence, as was her pussy.
"Hi, John," Hilda addressed him as she adjusted her hard-working and noble bra strap that was forced to carry her mountainous mammy knocks and was biting into her shoulder in sharp protest. "Nice to meet you."
John Peenaster, his full name, took a few steps back from Hilda and then gave her a very obvious once over, checking out every voluptuous inch of her full-figured form that swelled in the chest and ass department.
"Whoa, Hil," John said, grinning and looking slyly at her. "What a set of fucking tittie bombs those fuckers are. Where did you get that bra from? A motherfucking hammock company? Ha ha ha!"
"Funny," Hilda replied wryly, still not managing to hide her amusement and her shock at John's cockiness and hubris. "And is that how you normally talk? Is that how you talk to your teachers?"
"Sure," John Peenaster chuckled as he loosened his tie and sat down in a leather back chair near her desk. "When they meet their new students in a bra and panties, looking like they got a set of motherfucking WMDs squeezed under their brassiere. Ha ha! And how in the living fuck did you manage to manuever those gargantuan gobs of tit into that little boobie trap, Hil? Pretty difficult task, I'll bet. Hmmmmmmmmm. And it looks like this desk got a little sticky today too. What the fuck happened here?"
"Something fun," Hilda said succinctly, horny as fuck, but not wanting to immediately reward his fucking arrogance. "I think we need to get your class schedule filled out now."
"Not so fucking fast, Hil," John said, leaning back in the chair like a CEO and running a finger over his groin. "I haven't told you much about me, now have I, Headlight Hil? You know what they called me at my old school? Let me rephrase that. You know what the fucking broads at my old school called me? Take a fucking guess."
John looked down with a smirk at the crotch of his pants that was now swollen so tight after looking at Hilda's big mams and sweet plump round ass. It looked like he was trying to contain some gargantuan object beneath his trousers.
"I don't know," Hilda said, her eyes dropping to study his groin for just a fleeting second and eyeing what seemed to be a member that ran down the side of one leg for a substantial distance. "You tell me."
