Hey all! The final chapter of the Richard series at long last, I hope you enjoy. All comments and criticism welcome via my profile page.
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Valerie
I was glad I had received the call.
Richard had come home from his first day of school, mussed and ruffled, smug and satisfied. What were these bitches doing to my darling son? The phone call had gone something like this:
"Hello, I'm trying to reach Valerie Ross, Richard's mother?"
"This is she."
"I'm the Counselor from Bellmont High School. We need to talk."
"Yes, I think we do. You took my big strong boy this morning and sent me home a tired, empty-balled, stud."
"Yes, that's what I'm here to talk about. I'd like to meet with you and your son and two of our teachers tomorrow."
"I'll be there. And you better stand the hell back. I'm bringing a huge pair of J cup tits with me, so don't think you'll be able to hold my boy's attention."
"Yes, well, thank you Ms. Ross. We both just want what's best for Richard."
"Good. And what was your name again?"
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Pearl
"Pearl. Pearl Parsons."
"Well I look forward to meeting with you, Pearl." She hung up.
I Was sorry I had made the call.
Richard's mother was probably nice enough, but when I spoke to her she seemed downright confrontational. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have boned her son, but well, she started it. How angry could she be at me? She was the incestuous one! I was a lusty conquest at best.
Oh well, I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, feeling inferior for the third time since I'd met my two colleagues and Valerie Ross. All through school, college, and my first job I had been the bustiest most bra-busting woman I'd ever known of. Then these three whores with their preposterously large knobs had to come along and make me feel like my FF cups belonged in a training bra.
Though none of the three were as short or slight as I, none of them were even fat!
I shook these thoughts from my head and reached for the phone. This wasn't about me and my self-esteem; it was about Richard.
I dialed, and it barely had time to ring before...
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Terra
"Terra here. Go!" I said as I picked up the phone.
"Hiya coach, it's Pearl. I'm putting together a parent-teacher conference with Richard tomorrow, I'd like it if you could join us."
"Hell yes, I've got a score to settle with that little bastard. He humiliated me!" I pounded a fist on the table, massive tits jiggling from the impact."
"Uh, that's not really the point of-."
"I'm gonna make him suck my cunt till he fucking drowns!"
"Terra, calm down, this is-"
"Thinks he can just waltz into my office and make me suck those gigantic balls of his just because they're so ripe and delicious and... DAMNIT! I'm doing it again!"
"Terra, please listen there's no need to-"
"I'll be there bitch! Count on it. Mr. Big Balls is going to fucking pay for making me come on his humongous cock and there's nothing anyone can do about it."
I slammed down the phone went to my favorite heavy bag, punching it until my anger and lust had subsided. Oh yeah. Richard was going to get his.
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Sophia
I Heard Terra Working the heavy bag again, and knew I should probably poke my head in.
"Hey bitch." I smirked. Our sisterhood was a strange one.
"Oh, if it isn't the school ball-baster here to pay a visit." She responded. "How are you, Sophia?"
"Better than you from the sound of it. And I don't think you get to call me a ball-baster, I'm pretty sure you're hitting that bag because you're the one Richard turned into a nut-slut!"
She scowled.
"Whatever. You get the call from Pearl?"
"Sure did. I'll be there with bells on."
"Good. I'll look forward to seeing you there."
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Pearl
They arrived two at a time. Sophia and Terra came together, each decked out to reflect her profession. Sophia was dressed in a flowing skirt and a black long-sleeved shirt that clung to her absurdly huge K cup tits in just the right way to show she'd come to this meeting braless. That was a gutsy move considering she was the bustiest one here. Probably the bustiest on the planet really, I'd only seen one bigger pair of breasts on a woman.
Terra was wearing gym shorts, sneakers, and a specially crafted sports bra. Nearly Sophia's match in being stacked. I could never understand her athleticism, I'd essentially lost the ability to run when I'd sprouted my own generous tits, and mine were still just half the size of hers. Terra's short face-framing cut looked a little wet, like she'd gotten out of the shower, which was in contrast to the long wavy style favored by Sophia.
Then it was Richard and his mother. He was gorgeous as always, bulging young muscles clearly visible through the white dress shirt she'd made him wear. His biceps fought to rip from the sleeves, his leg muscles were prominent in his slacks, and one's eyes could not help but dwell on that ass which all three women in this room knew was the powerful engine behind 23-inch cock thrusts that could veritably sunder our bodies from our consciousnesses
Valerie's outfit was far from modest. The lucky mother had scooped her breasts together in a wrap-around shirt, molding them into perfect big spheres, lolling on her chest like a pair of basketballs. Her medium-length hair was straight and dangled back between her shoulder-blades, her short straight skirt and platform shoes a nice way of completing the look.
I felt quite small indeed next to these six mounds of titflesh, and I felt almost embarrassed that I'd bothered to try wearing something a little low-cut, as if Richard would want anything to do with my sad little F-cups. I also had the shortest hair of the group and my legs were not much better. I swallowed hard as I started, trying to keep my mind on my business.
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Terra
"I'll get this ball rolling." I said, leaning forward so that Richard could bask in the resplendence of my cleavage. For some reason Sophie put a hand over mouth to suppress a giggle as I began to speak and Pearl put her face in her hands. Valeria seemed confused and Richard snickered.
"What the fuck's so funny?" I asked, scowling. Sophie leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"You just said 'I'll get these balls rolling', and you were staring at Richard's crotch while you said it."
I growled. Not two minutes into the conference and Richard had already made a bitch of me AGAIN.
"Whatever. Listen up Richard, we're here today because you need to stop fucking the faculty. Seriously."
"Why?" Richard asked innocently, leaning back so that his unreal package dangled over the edge of his chair like a fruit-basket in a sack. "You all seem to enjoy it, especially you, Coach."
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