His reputation preceded him. I knew what he’d done to our coach and our drama teacher and
two students. I knew he was swinging twenty three 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 twelfth 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.”
“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 testicle 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 whoreslobber 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 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 kielbasa 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...
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