Breakfast Sausage Ch 02

Abby stood in the hallway outside Mr. Hamilton's room. She stared at her phone and shifted her weight as the rest of her class filed out.

"Miss Howard?"

Mr. Hamilton stood in the doorway, his hand on the knob. He was a squat, pinkish, balding but otherwise hairy man who carried his authority in his broad shoulders. Abby was three inches taller than him.

"Come in, please," he said.

Mr. Hamilton sat down in his chair and faced Abby. He rested his palms on the armrests and leaned back with a smug smile.

"Close the door."

Abby closed the door and turned around to face her teacher. She folded her arms over her still-heaving chest to cover the fresh spit stains on her shirt.

"What happened today?"

"I don't know," said Abby. She looked at her shuffling feet. "I just really wasn't feeling well all of a sudden. Like I felt kind of sick and my mind went blank."

"Uh huh." Mr. Hamilton cocked his head to the side, examining Abby's flushed face and overall dampness.

"Can I please just retake the test? I promise I wasn't cheating or anything."

"I have another idea," said Mr. Hamilton.

Abby looked up, her eyes wide.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt ya."

Mr. Hamilton patted a hard lump in his pants and cracked a wry smile.

"How about you help me and I help you?"

Abby flushed crimson and tried to straighten her spine. "Mr. Hamilton, I am not -"

"Now, now. Like I said, I'm not gonna hurt you. Just turn around for me."

Abby's mouth fell open. "I don't think - "

"Abby, do you want to keep your GPA or not?"

Abby sighed heavily and closed her eyes. She shook her fists in frustration and felt a burning heat behind her eyes. She turned around slowly and faced the wall, standing a couple of arms' lengths from Mr. Hamilton. She heard him unzip his fly.

"Perfect. Now, lift your skirt."

Abby whimpered. Since middle school, she had done everything in her power to hide or at least contain her enormous butt--to little avail. In her bathing suit, she always felt the eyes and heard the giggles of her teammates as she walked along the edge of the pool, knowing her huge posterior was jiggling with every step. For years, her classmates--mostly boys--had teased and pulled pranks on her, her ass literally the butt of every joke. One morning, when Abby had mustered the confidence to wear a thong underneath a tight pair of white shorts, Paul Stout poured water all over her seat before she sat down at her desk. She had to sit in the cold, wet mess until the end of first period when she could down the hall to soak it up with paper towels, her quaking ass cheeks fully visible through the wet fabric as she scampered to second period amid points and stares.

She reluctantly pulled up her skirt for Mr. Hamilton, revealing the white cotton panties that failed to contain her pumpkin ass. Since that day with the water prank, Abby had never dared to wear a thong again. Her ass was, indeed, enormous: fat, thick and round, it rendered her body into a pear shape. Her body seemed to store fat in her ass first, followed quickly by her thighs and breasts. But her ass remained fat, no matter how hard she tried to keep the weight off. Embarrassingly big as it was, it remained perky thanks to her age and her fitness regimen: strong and firm, despite its ample weight.

"That's it," said Mr. Hamilton.

She looked over her shoulder to see that her teacher had wriggled his dick and balls out of his fly, otherwise keeping his pants on. He sat slouched in his chair, his hand nearly eclipsing his shaft as he pumped his hard-on. In the same way that some people's dogs resemble their owners, Mr. Hamilton's dick looked kind of like him: short, pink and stocky. It wasn't even half the soft hog that Abby had seen in Dan's briefs that morning, but it was the first erect penis that Abby had ever seen in person, and she was loath to realize that its notable girth sent a wave of excitement into her private parts. And much like Dan's superior sword, she could smell its manly musk from his short distance.

"Arch your back for me," he said.

"What?"

"Bend forward," said Mr. Hamilton. His slow, firm tone betrayed a loss of patience. "And arch your back. Poke your ass out."

Abby did as she was told, unsure as to the purpose of his obscure request. But the lowering of his voice told her she was doing something right.

"Jeeesus Christ," he said.

She could hear him pumping his fat little dick faster now, and knew that something about holding her body in this way had stoked his perverted desire. Much to her dismay, Abby felt her panties soak with arousal. Ashamed as she felt to have her ass on display, to be wanted in this way was a thrill--even by this older teacher whom she found anything but attractive. She felt lightheaded again, her senses flooded with the smell of meat, and she felt that pit of longing in her stomach.

"Now," said Mr. Hamilton. "Pull those panties down for me."

"Um. Mr. Ham-"

"Pull your

fucking

panties down, Miss Howard."

Abby flushed an even deeper crimson and her eyes welled with tears. Failing academically for the first time in her life was painful. But this was utter humiliation. The high school senior had never imagined her first sexual experience looking anything like this. She slipped her thumbs through the sides of her panties and tugged them down over her mountainous ass, revealing the eighteen-year-old pussy that she kept perfectly hairless, along with the rest of her body, for enhanced performance on the swim team.

"Oh my god," said Mr. Hamilton.

His furious tugging slowed to a stroke, which suddenly sounded wet. Frowning in humiliation, Abby looked over her shoulder to see that a clear liquid had begun to leak out of his flared dickhead and was lubricating the slow jerk of his short gherkin. He had a look of primal concentration on his face, borderline unhuman: she was his prey. Abby gulped and faced the wall again.

"Make it bounce," he said.

Abby swallowed. "What do you mean?"

"Make it bounce for me. Up and down."

Abby maintained her arched posture and began bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, keeping them planted. Out of nowhere, she heard the sound of wet, cupped palms clapping.

Clop, clop, clop, clop, clop...

"Oh Jesus fuck," said Mr. Hamilton.

Abby startled when she realized it was her own ass making the sound. She could only imagine the lewd sight her math teacher was witnessing as he furiously beat his meat: her oversized ass cheeks jiggling as they clapped together and landed on her meaty thighs, all profanely accentuated by her now-sopping, virgin slit.

"Oh god," he said.

Racked with morbid curiosity, Abby looked over her shoulder again. Mr. Hamilton sat up straight now, jerking his fat little penis with abandon. A vein in his forehead throbbed, his entire head flushed pink. A jolt of electricity shot through Abby's body as she continued to bounce. She tried to keep the sound of her ass clapping to a minimum, but her cheeks were so meaty, she was sure it could be heard from the hallway. Despite her mortification, Abby's pussy yearned with excitement.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

"You like this big, fat cock?" he said.

"Um. Mmmhmm."

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

"You wanna get fucked, you little whore?"

Abby closed her eyes and faced the wall again, still bouncing her huge bottom for her teacher.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

"Yes." A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Say it."

"I want it."

"What do you want?"

"I want your big, fat cock, Mr. Ham-"

"Ah, SHIT!"

Abby looked over her shoulder in time to see a small rope of white cum shoot out of Mr. Hamilton's penis and onto his khakis. He moaned as he continued to orgasm, his cum now oozing out of his dick and running down his hand. His head rolled back and he winced, gritting his teeth in what looked like a mix of more pain than pleasure.

"God DAMN it," he said. "Fuck."

He reached for a tissue from the box on his desk and began mopping up the stains on his pants.

"I'm sorry," said Abby.

"Leave," he said. "You got your 'A.' Don't tell anyone about this, understand?"

Abby nodded. She pulled her panties up around her ass and felt them immediately drenched by her aching cunt, then ran out the door, shutting it behind her. She could hear Mr. Hamilton cursing in his classroom as she rushed down the hall.

That night, Abby stewed at the dinner table. She, her mother and Dan were eating pizza--Abby's favorite--in celebration of her having finished her midterms.

"How was your test?" said Dan. He helped himself to two more slices.

"Fine," said Abby. She sat, picking the sausage chunks off her single slice.

"Uh oh. Didn't go so well?"

"I don't know."

"Honey," said Tori. "Is the pizza okay? I thought sausage was your favorite."

Abby looked up. "I'm just a little sick of sausage today."

"Oops," said Dan. "I didn't even think of that. I guess it might be too much for one day."

Tori smiled and sat up in her seat like a proud bird. "No such thing," she said.

Dan smirked and turned back to Abby.

"Sounds like it was a tough one. I'm sorry to hear that, Abby. Maybe after dinner we could all go out for a sundae? Make up for the sausage overload." He chuckled.

"That's okay," said Abby. She stared at the pile of grey meat clumps on her plate.

"Alright," said Dan. He touched her arm gently. "If you need to chat, I'm here. Okay?"

Abby blushed. "Thanks."

Tori smiled knowingly at her handsome boyfriend and squeezed his hand. He smiled back.

"May I be excused?" said Abby.

Dan looked at his watch. "Got a hot date?"

"I'm just not feeling so well today. I think I'll go to bed early."

Dan looked at Tori in surprise. "That okay, dear?"

"Of course, honey. Feel better."

Having changed into her long t-shirt and short shorts for the night, Abby stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She turned from side to side, holding her head at different angles, poking her butt out and arching her back, trying to see what Mr. Hamilton had seen that morning. Her face droopy with shame, Abby was still curious and a bit thrilled by how little it had taken to make her teacher cum.

It was hard to believe that her big, embarrassing ass, the object of so much ridicule, could also be the object of a grown man's desire. Maybe older men knew something her teenage classmates didn't. As she inspected her huge butt in the mirror, she thought of Dan's hands pawing her mom's even bigger bottom. He seemed not just okay with it... he loved it. He seemed to love how big her mom was all-around. Maybe that was why he kept feeding her so much meat.

Abby managed to stop the usual thought spiral and crawled into bed to read. She always found solace in a good book. She loved the feeling of becoming another person, entering their world, taking on their body, thoughts and emotions. She loved going to new places from the comfort of her own bed.

At the end of an especially hard day, Abby liked to revisit a series that she'd started reading in her early teens. Her dad had left behind a large book collection when he died: mostly fiction, including a ten-volume fantasy series about a warrior princess who rode dragons and vanquished hordes of monsters. A voracious reader, Abby had already breezed through the entire series multiple times, but it always provided the same familiar blend of comfort and thrills.

Moreover, it helped her feel close to her late father. She figured that he'd bought the series more for her to read when she was older than for his own enjoyment, but it brought her comfort to read the books he'd once held in his hands, to visit the same places he'd visited in his mind when he still lived in their little house. Sometimes, she'd open a book up and hold it close to her face, trying to breathe in his smell. It always smelled mostly of old book, but Abby was convinced she could detect a hint of his natural scent in there, if only in her mind: woodsy and warm.

After about half an hour of losing herself completely in her book, Abby heard noises from downstairs. Normally, once she heard her mom and Dan enter their bedroom, she strapped on her headphones and cranked up the volume for the rest of the night. But these sounds weren't coming from the bedroom and they weren't so familiar. It almost sounded like someone was coughing, choking on something. She put down her book and listened closely.

Someone was definitely choking--it sounded like her mom--and she quickly got out of bed to see what was the matter. As she approached her closed bedroom door, she heard a loud cough followed by cooing and giggling. She slowed down and opened the door quietly, still concerned and curious.

As Abby approached the staircase, she could make out her mother's voice more clearly.

"Mmm," said Tori. "So yummy."

She heard a wet squishing sound, like someone wringing out a sponge.

"That's it, Mommy," said Dan.

Abby felt her pulse quicken, her body tense. She slowly descended the staircase and heard her mom gag, this time sounding like she was ramming her fingers down her throat to make herself throw up. Abby knelt down on the staircase to peek under the overhang, just enough to get a view of the living room without being seen.

Abby froze on all fours like a stunned cat. Dan had his pants down around his ankles, standing proudly in the center of the living room with his hands on his hips. He grinned down at Abby's mother, who was fully naked on her knees with her hands--both hands--clasped around his swollen penis. A thick trail of spit ran from her lips to her chin to the head of his enormous cock. Tori sloshed her hands up and down her boyfriend's shaft on both sides, like a potter shaping a vase. Her pale, voluptuous body was on full display, an amalgam of massive marshmallows heaving with appetite, her nurse's scrubs crumpled up in a pile by the couch. Abby had a full view of the lurid scene, the two of them framed in profile in the center of the living room.

Dan's dick had a violent shape to it, long and hulking with girth. The skin of his cock seemed barely capable of containing its mass, like sausage casing that threatened to burst. His shaft rippled with pulsing veins and bulged out at points into swollen contours, like it was still taking on its fully-evolved form. Abby gazed in awe at the monstrous meat stick, wondering how it was possible for something so heavy to remain so rigidly upright. Dan's was a strong and seemingly lethal cock, a flesh weapon jutting out proudly from his pelvis, precum dripping from its tip like venom from a king cobra's mouth. Drool dribbled down Abby's chin and she wiped it away absentmindedly.

"Not too much sausage for one day?" Dan chuckled. Abby recoiled and felt her cheeks flush hot and red.

"Mmm-mmm, never," said Tori. She smiled up at Dan with that glazed, drunken look on her face. She slowly kissed his penis all over, worshipping its absurd girth. "So thick and juicy. I feel so lucky." She nuzzled her face into his massive balls and his heavy dick slapped down across the full length of her face.

"Mommy loves big sausage," said Dan. He grinned from ear to ear and ran a hand through his graying hair. Abby had never seen a man so proud, so confident, so sure of his value. She felt a deep pang of longing in her stomach mixed with an increasingly familiar yearning between her legs.

"Mommy loves

Daddy's

big sausage," said Tori.

Abby felt a flutter in her chest. She had to stop herself from crying out in protest.

Daddy?

That was taking it too far, no matter how nice Dan was to her. Or to her mother.

Tori slurped on his cock, thick ribbons of spit coating the massive shaft. Bubbles formed at the corners of her mouth as she greedily sucked on his exceptional manhood. Abby couldn't take her eyes off the sight. His cock was something like three times the size of Mr. Hamilton's, big and beautiful but monstrous and terrifying all at the same time. She watched it wag with its weight when Tori popped her mouth off the mushroom tip. Abby pulled down her shorts and started tending to her cunt.

Dan grabbed his thick rod at the base at lifted it away from Tori's mouth. Tori lunged upward, her mouth wide and tongue out like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Her heaving tits jiggled as she bounced up and down on her enormous butt, bringing her little fists down on her thighs in a tantrum.

"Ah ahhhh!" she cried.

"Does Mommy want more sausage?"

"Uh-huuuhhh!"

Tori nodded, her blue eyes wide with admiration as she gazed up at her master.

"I'm not so sure you deserve it."

Tori pouted and whimpered, bouncing up and down with her palms on her thunder thighs. Dan stroked his massive cock slowly, teasing her, holding it just out of her reach.

"Give it!" said Tori.

"Ask nicely," said Dan.

"Give it back!" she cried. "Please?"

"Please give what back?"

"Cooock!"

She looked up at him with a pouty frown and whimpered, like a toddler whose favorite toy had been taken away.

"Ask the whole question nicely."

"May I please suck your cock?" she said timidly.

"Louder."

"May I please suck Daddy's cooock!"

"Show Daddy how much you love it," said Dan. He let go of his dick and it swung down like a falling tree, smacking Abby's mother in the face once more.

Tori squealed in delighted relief before stretching her thick lips around his massive member, her jaw strained to capacity. Inch by inch, she worked her way down, rivers of spit gathering and flowing out the corners of her mouth. Gurgling sounds emitted from her throat. Once she'd swallowed nearly half his length, she began bobbing up and down feverishly, like she was trying to yank Dan's cock clean off his body with her mouth. Fat and heavy like the business end of a wooden baseball bat, his dick stood firm, fully stuffing her mouth and gullet.

Glack glack glack glack glack! Cougghhhhh.

She choked on his cock, viscous ropes of saliva stretching down to the living room floor. Tori's mouth was stretched beyond capacity, her jaw stretched open like she had her lips wrapped around a giant kielbasa. Dan held her head in place and forced her mouth down another beefy inch.

"That's a good whore," said Dan. "Stay right there."

Glack!

She managed to yelp in protest with her mouth full of his meat.

He finally let her free. Tori pulled herself off his monster, spit falling out like vomit onto her heaving chest. Her eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, her black mascara running down her cheeks.

"Oooohhh..." Her low, continuous moan: it was already starting, just from sucking Dan's dick. Abby's mouth hung agape, her eyes wide, a bleary blend of fascination and fear on her face like she was stalking a lion. She'd never seen her mother like this.

Tori looked up at Dan in submission. The smile had left her face but her gaze remained drunken, now with an added layer of animal hunger and a glint of fear in her eyes. That pained moan continued pouring out of her, as though she couldn't exhale without singing.

"Ooooohooo..."

She was completely at his mercy.

"That's a lot of meat for Mommy, isn't it?" said Dan.

"Uh-huh," said Tori, rocking back and forth on her knees. She clung to his pole with both hands like a little girl on a carousel ride.

"Does Mommy want her special treat?"

Tori nodded vigorously, a starving prisoner taunted with her daily rations. She bounced her enormous ass up and down on her heels, rubbing her hands on her thighs and licking her lips. Ropes of spit swung from her chin like translucent vines. Her moaning became more guttural, more feral.

"Open wide for Daddy."

Tori opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Dan gripped his giant tool with one hand and jerked it expertly, the veins in his muscular forearm popping. His facial expression lost its usual warmth, taking on an aggressive focus. His cock, now approaching purple, appeared to get even harder and angrier, taking on the dragon-like form of Abby's imagination. His breathing shortened, his big balls contracted and he let out a deep, guttural roar.