Chapter 1
The day that big, blonde and buxom Olga arrived to take care of George Hammond's mother, his sex education began. George was just seventeen, of average height for his age, but powerfully built, with wide, sloping shoulders, the arms of a blacksmith and a beautifully developed torso that resembled a Roman breastplate.
George and his father couldn't suppress a gasp as the blonde goddess swung through the doorway to the old farmhouse in a business like way, as though she were fully prepared to take over the entire household. Her massive breasts swung back and forth deliciously under the drum-tight, starched white uniform that she wore. She was big and meaty, but in a completely feminine way, with her great soft curves quivering like a gelatinous mass as she pranced in on her stiletto heels.
Being only seventeen, George couldn't understand why she was wearing gossamer black hose that admittedly contrasted delightfully with her white uniform. She wiggled her great, ham-like buttocks into a chair opposite George's father, completely ignoring George and proceeded to cross one shapely silken limb over the other, as George heard for the first time the wondrous feminine sound of nylon whispering across nylon, permitting her tight skirt to ride high on a sheer black thigh.
As she swung the crossed leg back and forth, she made a ritual out of taking a pack of cigarettes from her purse and as she drew a cigarette from the pack George noticed that her long, slender fingers were tipped with talon-like, carmine-tinted nails. She pursed her passionate, bee-stung lips into a suggestive O and hesitated a full four or five seconds, licking the lips with a pink tongue before finally inserting the cigarette. She worked her heavily lipstick coated lips on the white cigarette much the way a fish does when he comes to the surface for air, until George's confused father finally leaped to his feet and with shaking fingers struck a match for her. As she held both hands over his to steady the flame, George noted that his father was staring down into her vast cleavage.
Unfortunately that was all George was to see of Olga for some time because his father sent him to the barn to tend to his chores. George's youthful mind was filled with visions of huge breasts, black silken legs, long, flowing platinum hair and full-passionate red lips. As he grasped the first cow's nipples he closed his eyes and made believe that they were Olga's and the great udder was her breast because they were approximately the same size.
George saw her briefly again at dinner, but when this was finished his father once again sent him away, this time to bed. But he couldn't sleep as he tossed and turned in his bed, his virile boyhood standing at attention beneath the sheets. Finally after several frustrating hours, George heard her heels clicking on the old wooden stairs. Then George had a brainstorm, the porch roof connected his bedroom window and the window to the room that she was going to occupy ... it was dangerous but he just had to see more of this wondrous female. He climbed out onto the porch roof, naked except for his brief jockey shorts that gave evidence of the extent of his erection. He crept stealthily along till he reached her window and peeked into the dimly lit room. What he saw inside almost caused him to fall off of the roof.
She wasn't alone; George's father was with her and he already had her immense orbs out of her uniform. He had buried his leathery farmer's face deep in the valley between, so that George couldn't see much more than his ears. Every once in a while he would come up for air and alternately suck one big nipple then the other. His bony hands were literally tearing at the giant melons, but the obvious pain only seemed to arouse her.
"Oh that's WONDERFUL Mr. Hammond ... squeeze them harder, it doesn't hurt ... they love it. You love Olga's big breasts don't you, lover? ... well, they love you, too."
George thought that he was going to tear them loose from her rib-cage as he ripped at them with extreme violence. He noticed for the first time that she was busily engaged in pulling on a very long pair of shiny black kid gloves; what for George could hardly imagine, as it was a hot summer's night. She took a long time with the gloves, smoothing out the wrinkles and avidly working her fingers into their tight prison of tissue-thin kid, all the while permitting him to have his way with her swollen orbs.
He began to unbutton the long row of buttons on her uniform till finally it flowed away from her body like a white cape and George quickly placed his hand over his mouth to suppress a gasp. The only thing she had on under the uniform was a sexy black lace waist cincher that was partially overlapped by her immense melons. Numerous black straps, embellished with red satin bows, hung down from the waist cincher, tracing a tortuous course down over her soft white stomach with its deep-set navel, then out over her bowl-like hips to be anchored to the jet black elastic tops of her stockings. The inner straps served to frame a dense, platinum bush that George's father was eagerly massaging with the tips of his fingers.
All in all this was quite a sight for George's innocent eyes to behold. Up until then he had only shown interest in slender girls with average sized breasts and rears. But now as he stared at this magnificent female towering over his father, her great melons sliding around on her rib-cage; beneath them a ridiculously tiny, nipped in waist that flared out into wide, luscious hips, he realized that he had been a childish fool.
He loved the way her shimmering black nylons were drawn almost to the bursting point by the taut garter straps, with soft creamy flesh billowing over their tops. She had a massive, blonde nest at her crotch and the wet lips of her cunt centered there gaped as though searching eagerly for a fat cock.
George's father's mobile hands didn't seem to know where to go next, she had so many goodies worth playing with. They wandered over her soft thighs, lingering on the inky blackness of her sheer hose apparently thrilling to the sensation of the smooth nylon on his gnarled fingers. He slid one big hand up and grabbed a handful of crotch, dipping a long finger into the mouth-like cunt and working it vigorously back and forth.
Olga moaned and hastily finished the task of adjusting her long kid gloves. She reached down and began to unbutton his dungarees where a great lump was evident. Quickly, with the expertness born of long practice, the buttons were undone and she reached inside to haul out his father's tremendous prong. The shaft wasn't so long, but tremendously fat, capped by a monstrous, rubbery head that was partially capped. Slowly she pulled the foreskin back until it slipped over the raised ridge and the whole scarlet head was revealed.
Out on the slanted roof, George was quietly going out of his mind at the sensual activities he was witnessing. He slid a hand under the edge of his jockey shorts and grasped his own rampant cock and began to jerk it hard. His father's face and hands were almost black from the sun, but his cock looked incredibly white against the blackness of her gloves as she led him by it across the room to the bed.
This sexy bit of action gave George an exciting view from his vantage spot on the roof of her great, white buttocks grinding together like twin hams with the little mincing steps she was forced to take in her sky-high stiletto heels. The long black garter straps extended and contracted as they cut into the twin half-moon's softness. The rear view of her dusky nylons was equally exciting, their dark seams tracing the curvaceous contours of her long legs. George's hand increased the tempo of its jerking.
Olga had George's father sit on the edge of the bed. She kneeled between his wide-spread legs, hoisting her giant orbs as she did so. She parted them and leaned forward till to Gorge's utter consternation, his father's fat cock, looking like a petrified tree stump, slid into the valley between as though it were made for the purpose. Then she jammed them together, enclosing his throbbing prong in a veritable prison of soft, white flesh.
Due to the extremely hot night the window was open and George could hear her clearly as she moaned, "I know you love Olga's big titties, baby, by the way your gorgeous cock gets hard in your pants every time you look their way ... well they love your big cock too and they want to prove it to you in the worst way ... or perhaps I should say the BEST way ... now lover just relax ... that is everything but your cock."
With these obscene words Olga began a gentle swaying back and forth motion with her hands still pressing her great melons together, his swollen prick still held securely inside.
"There, lover man ... do you like the feel of my big bubs on your dick? ... I'm fucking you with them ... now I'll go a bit faster ... faster still ... oh, look at that, with each thrust your big knob keeps popping out of my cleavage ... it's so slippery now ... ready for action ... ready to FUCK your adoring Olga's pretty pussy ... would you mind if I sucked your adorable big cock first? ... it looks SO-O-O delicious ... m-m-m-m-m-m."
George watched transfixed as her rapier-like tongue darted out to lave the big red head till it shone wetly as it emerged from her shadowy cleavage only to submerge once again into the vast softness of her bosom. Then, to George's consternation and his father's too, she didn't make the expected move forward; she merely stayed back on her silken haunches, content to have him held securely in her bosom.
"Criminettis gal, don't ya stop now," Mr. Hammond wailed, thrusting his bony hips upward in a futile attempt to force his rampant prick through.
"Oh, you liked that, lover, did you?" she cooed, rubbing her great melons together vigorously, the resultant friction making him groan. "I haven't had a chance to talk to you about my salary ... there are lots of pretty little underthings that I want to buy to excite you ... but I'm afraid that it's impossible on the money we agreed on ... now if I only had twenty dollars more a week, I could drive you out of your ever lovin' ... "
"SURE ... SURE," he moaned and it was obvious that Olga had selected the precise moment to mention salary. "Just take him in your mouth, I'm goin' out of my mind."
Now she moved forward with a smile of triumph on her face and this time as he popped free of her cleavage she grasped him tenaciously in a kid encased fist. As her hand began to move, George could see that the glove was beginning to shine brightly from his passion.
Her lips, a scant inch from his swollen cock, cooed to him, "That's it, precious, grow bigger for your baby ... oh, it's lovely, beautiful ... I just can't wait to get that big baby in my mouth. I can tell that you love the sensation of my glamorous kid gloves on him ... I knew you would, that's why I put them on. Do you like the way my fingers are rubbing the ridge. I can't wait to lick and chew his underside, I know he's most sensitive there."
Out on the roof George felt a tremendous sensation building up in his loins as he saw that Olga had teased his father long enough for now her frantic lips were devouring him, her head bobbing frantically.
Then without any warning the wizened farmer groaned and his hips thrust forward, it was obvious that his dam had overflowed from the erotic stimulation.
"Why you old bastard," Olga screamed. "I didn't want that to happen, why didn't you warn me ... you've GOT to take care of me, you simply HAVE to."
But the old farmer was through for the night as he twisted from her grasp and staggered from the room, his limp cock flapping about, sperm dripping from the head. Then the thought occurred to George that his father might look in on him before retiring for the night, but in his haste to return to his room he slipped on the steep porch roof and with a loud clatter he slid down over the shingles, fortunately catching his feet in the wooden gutter.
"Who is out there?" Olga exclaimed and George could hear her stilt heels clicking on the old wide floorboards as she came to the window.
George looked upward and saw her leaning out of the window in what ordinarily would have been a very provocative pose, her enormous naked melons hanging pendant-like over the window sill, her lovely lavender eyes wide open as she stared at him in disbelief. George made quite a picture lying there on his back in the bright moonlight, naked except for his jockey shorts which were filled to overbrimming with his elongated penis. The thin cotton material was stretched taut, indicating clearly that he was half again the size of his father.
"Sonny," she exclaimed. "What in the world are you doing out there? Come in here this instant before you break your heck ... or break your ... well, never mind about that, just come in here."
She reached down with a gloved arm and hooked it under one of his and she hoisted him up the roof and through the window as though he were a baby. With the effort a burning hot breast was pressed against his cheek for a moment, then once he was safely inside she turned on her stilt heels and once again George was treated to the awe inspiring sight of big, sexy buttocks, Olga walking with her back to him as she headed towards her closet. This time however he had a much closer view as his eager eyes drank in the sight of her great buttocks grinding together as they swayed from side to side with the movement of her walk.
The thought struck George that she was walking slower than need be and that this time her broad hips were swaying much more than they had previously. Exciting highlights contoured her gossamer, black nylon encased legs and the soft white flesh that billowed over their drum-tight tops jiggled in unison with her meaty buttocks. At the base of the cleavage between them, the silver blonde floss that surrounded her cunt tickled her thighs.
As she disappeared into the closet George realized for the first time that he was soaking wet. He had been so absorbed in what he had seen from the roof that he hadn't realized that it had begun to rain.
Then she emerged from the closet clad in a filmy transparent negligee, which seemed to reveal more than it concealed of her fantastic pulchritude. Her watermelon sized breasts jounced up and down with the movement of her steps and there was an audible slapping sound as they struck her rib-cage. The long flowing negligee had no sleeves so that her kid-gloved arms were unencumbered. The pink lips of her cunt seemed to be moving, as though whispering an invitation.
"Well, child," she said with a trace of a smile curving the tips of her full, scarlet lips upward, "I see that your ... er ... condition shall we say, hasn't changed since you were on the roof. 'Pears to me that I struck a bonanza when I came to work here ... and in Idaho of all places. Well, they say that they grow them bigger out West ... but good heavens, you're soaking wet ... we'll have to get you out of those sexy little shorts or you'll catch your death."
"No, Miss Olga," George stammered, still excited beyond belief, his cock threatening to explode right through the flimsy cotton shorts, but also fearful of discovery, fearful of his father who on occasion had given him terrible hidings, hidings that had left the skin hanging from his back. "My father might check my room. If he found me in here he'd beat me something fierce."
"Oh, he beats you does he?" Olga whispered excitedly, her eyes gleaming. "Perhaps I should beat you a little, after all you were a terribly naughty boy to peek at me the way you did? And he's naughty too ... just look at the SIZE of him."
As she spoke, Olga drew closer, towering over him, her great molescent mounds of alabaster white flesh dangling at his eye level like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the bough. She slid a soft gloved hand down his wet back and slipped it under the taut elastic edge to his shorts and cupped a hard, boyish buttock, then pinching the flesh hard between her gloved fingers.
"There, that hurts a bit doesn't it? ... but really, isn't it a nice hurt?"
"Y-yes."
As she pinched she worked the shorts down deftly with the other hand and like a released sapling that had been tied down as a snare for small animals, his monstrous cock sprang into the air, but her attentions were centered on his buttocks as she began to strike him smartly with her gloved hand.
George's body was bronzed to a golden hue by the summer sun, leaving only a thin white strip where his swimming shorts had been. Now as she struck him unmercifully, the white patch was changing to a rosy hue, then a fiery red. With her exertion her giant orbs flopped about wildly directly before George's eyes and he had all he could do to resist the temptation of grasping these twin beauties in his hands and latching his eager lips on one of the swollen nipples that stood up like twin sentinels on a mountain top.
Finally she ceased her spanking and then her gloved hands were on his shoulders and chest, massaging and kneading his muscular torso.
"Good gracious, but you are powerfully built ... in every way, for a small boy," she said with a smile as her kid encased fingers traced a tortuous path, expertly following each muscle as only a nurse well versed in anatomy could, working ever downward, now on the finely etched stomach muscles that rippled with excitement at the sensation created by her caressing fingers combined with the exquisite soft kid.
"I'll have to do this to every inch of you, darling," she cooed, as she continued the thrilling massage, "or you'll surely catch a terrible cold."
George noticed her lower her heavily mascaraed lashes and stare at his rampant cudgel, fluid flowing freely now from the great red head and her huge melons began to heave as her breathing increased. Her fingers now were ensnared in the curly black hairs on his lower abdomen and George ceased to breathe.
"Baby ... remember Olga said EVERY inch of you and that includes ... well, you know what I mean ... but before I do you must promise me that you'll never tell your mother and father about it, they wouldn't understand that I did it purely as a nurse trying to keep someone very precious from catching a terrible cold ... do you promise?"
"You mean you're going to rub me THERE?" George gasped, twisting his reddened rear about at the mere thought, his cock growing even more, the veins standing out cord-like. "Nobody has ever touched me there, Miss Olga ... he's very sensitive; once I was hit there by a baseball and I thought that I was going to die."
"Oh, you darling, innocent child, let me hold you close and let Olga's softness get you all toasty warm while I talk to you," she exclaimed, releasing the sash to her negligee so that it flowed away from her mountainous curves and drawing him to her as she wrapped her gloved arms around his naked back. The great mounds flattened against his rock-hard chest, forcing them upward so that his chin was completely lost in her deep cleavage, the heady aroma of her exciting perfume firing his soul. "As time goes on child, you will find that many girls will want to touch you there, we'll refer to it as your cock, shall we? But you have to be very careful, for once they do both of you will get very excited and you might do something foolish ... that's the way men become fathers you know."
"Y-yes ... my father told me and he said he'd take a horsewhip to me if I ever did."
"That's a bit extreme but it gives you an idea of how careful you must be ... if you'll just keep in mind, precious, that I'm old enough to be your mother and that I am merely trying to keep you from having a nasty cold and also giving you a little experience so that when you finally fall in love you won't be completely in the dark as to what to do," Olga whispered huskily into his ear as she pressed him so deeply into her softness that he was almost enveloped by her curves.
George stood in complete submission as he felt her insert her gloved arms between their bodies and he had the delicious feeling of her kid encased fingers snaking their way around him and grasping his long, thick prick in her gloved fingers, squeezing, testing its steel-like hardness, hefting, gasping at the sheer weight of it.
"Good gracious, child, what a state you're in ... he's so HUGE ... was it what you saw me doing to your father that made you like this?" She gasped as her hands began a gentle back and forth motion, moving easily, still saturated from her earlier session with George's father.
"Did you get excited when you saw me lick and kiss his cock?"
"N-no ... that had something to do with it, I guess, but it was mainly the sight of you ... all naked, except for your shiny black stockings and high heels ... and your big breasts ... I ... I was so excited that I had to touch myself."
"Oh, you shouldn't do that, precious ... you won't have to as long as I'm working here, darling-g," she cooed, gluing her luscious, bee-stung lips to his in their first kiss, her hands working harder now. She inched along towards the bed, taking him with her as George captured a great nipple in his mouth, grasping the soft flesh that surrounded it in his hands and squeezing hard as though he was attempting to force the entire breast down his throat.
"Ou-u-u, that's delightful, darling ... Olga loves that, but now I want you to lie on your back in the middle of the bed ... I have a special treat for you, baby," she groaned, breaking the lingering kiss and forcing him back onto the bed. George lay in the deep softness of the feather bed, his prong like a red tipped missile on its launching pad of black tendrils.
"Spread your legs a bit, baby," she said as she got on her silken knees on the bed, bending forward, her great melons plummeting downward, swaying back and forth.
As he splayed his muscular legs Olga crawled between them and lay on her stomach, her head facing the length of his torso. She reached up with both hands and gingerly took him in her gloved fingers, whispering words of endearment to his proud cock as though it were a separate being apart from himself.
"There ... is my proud beauty feeling better now? ... have my hands warmed him enough? ... good heavens you've completely soaked my gloves, but I don't mind, it serves to make my hands slide up and down easier like this ... see ... I can plainly tell you like it because you're growing even bigger ... beyond my wildest dreams ... how men will envy you ... how women will go out of their minds over you ... all of that lies ahead of you, you lucky boy ... but first you must learn and to think that I have the delightful task of teaching you delicious ways to suck and fuck ... I know you must have wondered why I kissed your father here ... m-m-m-m, you taste sweeter than he did, it's the purity of youth. I didn't suck him, but I will you ... stop wiggling around so or I'll lose him ... there I told you so ... now he's mine again ... m-m-m-m ... oh, how he throbs ... but I'm not going to make the same mistake that I made with your sexy father ... it'll be a delicious long, slow suck, my sweet baby boy ... one that you'll never forget, I can assure you. No matter how many women suck your monstrous cock in the future the one that will stand out in your memory, the way your darling cock is standing out now, is the many and I can assure you there will be many sucking sessions we will have together. I will show you that women like to be sucked there too, even crave it, but that I will teach you later, lover, now just relax, everything but your cock, that is," she giggled. "And just lay back and watch me."
All the time that she was babbling on with her sexy talk, Olga was working on George's giant shaft with her gloved hands, jerking steadily, slowly, watching in utter amazement as the ripe head grew to the size of a full grown apple. She tilted his cock upward and leaned forward, running her pouting, full lips along nature's joint that ran upward on the underside of his balls to the tiny bunch of tendons that held his foreskin in place.
Olga wiggled the tip of her pointed tongue into the heart shaped cleft known to some as lover's valley on the underside of his gleaming, oily head. She nipped the sloping sides with her sharp teeth and he moaned from the delicious pleasure-pain.
"Oh, MISS OLGA," George exclaimed, twisting wildly about on the sheets in a vain attempt to jam his throbbing cock between her nibbling lips. "Take him ... PLEASE take him in your mouth, I'm going crazy."
"If you think you're crazy now, baby ... just wait," she whispered softly as she traced a swollen vein down the full length of his breathtaking shaft with her tongue. Olga had a vast warehouse of sexual knowledge and she knew full well that the sight of a woman working eagerly on a man's prick with full, lipstick coated lips was almost as exciting and sensual to a man as the act itself. So she made certain that she didn't obstruct his view by holding his cock by the head as her lips left a trail of lipstick in its wake, right down to his big ball-cocks that were nestling placidly between his smooth, hairless thighs.
George moaned and tossed his head from side to side on the pillow, his eyes never leaving her avidly working lips, as she spread his legs wide and wiggled her chin between his ball's cleavage. She sucked an egg-shaped gland into the steaming confines of her eager mouth, wetting its thoroughly with her saliva, then tracing its hair-flecked contour with her tongue.
She held it firmly, yet gently, as though she were cupping a wounded bird in her palms. Olga loved doing this for a man. It was the knowledge that he would so willingly place the source of his manhood in such a position that with just one nip he would be a man no longer. What greater trust could a man show, unless it's when he permits his barber to shave the hairs from his throat with a straight edged razor.
As she sucked lovingly on the captured ball, she pressed the heels of her palms and fingertips together forming a mock cunt and slid them down his shaft. Amazingly his cock had sheathed itself with nature's protection, but this simple action uncapped the swollen gland once again, as it popped out of the foreskin, brilliantly vermilion and oily.
She began to move her hands up and down, her gloved fingers literally saturated with his passion now, played a symphony on his tool that would have done justice to a concert violinist, as she pressed his soft ball against the roof of her mouth with a curling tongue.
"M-m-m-m, baby, did you know that you're delicious down here?" she gurgled through the side of her well stuffed mouth. "Not many men are, that's the shame of it ... I suppose it's your youth ... do you like having me suck on your ball this way? ... I hope so because I adore to."
"Oh YES-S, Miss Olga," George groaned. "But PLEASE suck the head too, I feel as though it's about to explode."
"All in good time, my precious ... but first I mustn't play any favorites, I can feel his twin quivering with anxiety against my cheek," Olga murmured as she released the saturated gland from her mouth with a resultant plopping sound. Quickly she gobbled up the other and repeated the delightful process. She lowered one gloved hand from his tool and proceeded to squeeze and massage the released ball. This them was one of Olga's favorite sexual acts; one ball in her mouth, one in her hand while the other hand worked on his cock.
She kept at it a long, long time as his buttocks writhed about on the bed in sheer ecstasy. George reached down between his wildly splayed thighs and took a great, swollen breast in each hand, his powerful fingers sinking claw-like into their pillowing softness in his excitement.
"Oh, baby ... keep that up, hurt them ... HURT them," Olga whimpered as she reluctantly let his wet ball slip from her lips. Once again she began to lick up the incredible length of his fat cock, topped by the red rose in full bloom at its top. She thrilled as she felt the swollen veins throbbing against her tongue and lips. There was a long way to go and she went with maddening slowness as she orally inspected every delightful square inch of boiling flesh.
She wet the whole steel-like body of his rampant cock, but when she approached the monstrous vermilion head, she paused teasingly, he staring down the brawny length of his farm-hardened body.
"TAKE IT ... PLEASE take it now, Miss Olga," George screamed as he thrust his slender hips upward, his great waving prong skewering the air.
"Oh, aren't you the impatient one, though," she giggled, knowing full well that this amazing hunk of boyhood was completely under her power.
But she didn't take him; instead she took the foreskin bunched below the raised lower ridge of his head in her teeth and gently tugged it upward, capping the ripe, red plum once again. "Don't you think we ought to put him to bed now, it's getting terribly late," she teased.
"OH NO-NO-NO," he wailed as he grabbed the back of her head in his big hands and attempted to jam her lips down over the satiny knob.
"Never try to do that again," she snapped, as she yanked her head free, looking at him fiercely. "We'll do it my way or no way at all, understand?"
"YES-YES," he wailed. "Do it your way, but for God's sake DO it."
She gripped his shaft once again with her gloved hands like a baseball player gripping a bat, its thickness amazing her as her long fingers couldn't completely encircle it. Her lips hung over the huge head, parted into a wide O, a scant inch from her throbbing target.
George jammed his hips upward and she teasingly drew back, gripping his fat cock with tremendous strength.
"Oh NO ... you'll BREAK him," he screamed, as an agonizing pain seared his loins.
"I'm afraid that's one thing I can't do to your luscious cock, my baby," she giggled. "You can't break him, he doesn't have any bones. At the moment he feels like he has one made of hardened steel, but he doesn't. Nature designed him to absorb tremendous punishment and come back for more, knowing full well that there would be women in the world like me."
Then, like a rattler's strike, her tongue darted into the slot, the pointed tip burrowing like a ground hog frantically entering his hole a few feet ahead of the dogs.
"Good gracious, it's like a cunt," she cried, as she wiggled the tongue in deeper. "What a man ... er, boy, you are. It's almost as though I'm having a male and female at the same time ... you certainly add a new dimension to sex."
She kept wiggling her tongue in deeper, but teasingly, carefully avoiding making any contact on the satiny surface with her pouting lips. George started to reach for her head once again, but expecting this she quickly drew back.
"Remember what you promised ... I'll get to it in my own good time, baby," she admonished.
"Yes-yes, go ahead," he said with a tone of resignation, suddenly enjoying the sensation that he was completely under the will of this dominant woman. He lowered his buttocks to the sheets and lay back in silent anticipation.
"Anyway," she giggled. "I'm not so sure that I'll be able to do what you crave so much. Your big, ripe head is so huge now I doubt if I can get him into my mouth."
"Well take as much as you can, Miss Olga, before I go nuts," he said anxiously.
She poised her widely spread lips over his great knob for a moment, like a bird about to plunge down for a worm, except that this worm was more like a gnarled tree stump. Then she swooped down and he let out a scream of anguish. Her lips, being pliable, offered no problem, but her immovable teeth did. She almost made it, but not quite. Although her mouth was open as wide as it could go, her teeth sank into the sloping sides at his thickest part.
"Sorry about that," she chuckled impishly. "But that might well solve our problem."
As Olga anticipated, George's giant cock toppled like a felled redwood, shrinking rapidly as it went. Quickly, for fear it might well rise again, she gulped his limp dick into her hot mouth and she pressed her lips into the dense, wiry mass of black hair that lay on his belly.
Her long silver-blonde locks contrasted with his black bush as she ground her chin between his balls and shook her head from side to side like a dog killing a chicken. No man, much less a growing, teenage boy, could resist such stimulation for long and she whimpered delightedly as she felt him begin to respond. The speed of his recovery was incredible, as Olga felt his savory cock expand in her mouth and begin to lengthen. As he continued to lengthen, Olga's face was pushed upward as more and more of his thick shaft slid from her clinging lips. She jerked on his emerging shaft with tenacious gloved fingers as his swelling knob puffed her cheeks taut.
Finally he was at full erection and fully three-quarters of his fat barrel could be seen below her avidly working lips. His great knob was firmly inside her steaming mouth now puffing her cheeks to the exploding point and she couldn't have released him now if she had wanted to. She fell to sucking and chewing the juicy mouthful with such a wild abandonment now that she well knew that it wouldn't be long before the geyser erupted.
Never before had Olga had such an experience. She had had many men in her lifetime, but never had she run across a cock so huge that she couldn't mouth it properly unless she first inserted it limp. The size of a man's prick was of supreme importance to Olga. She was a huge woman and her cunt matched her great size. An ordinary sized cudgel just couldn't bring her to culmination, it was just physically impossible for it to do so. She got the best results from the short but immensely thick cocks that some men have. They could turn her on by stimulating her clitoris and the entrance way to her cunt. But never had she found a man who was thick enough and long enough to give her the satisfaction that she craved.
Now here, in this mid-western town, she had found what she had sought for so long a time, in the person of a seventeen year old farm boy. As she worked her tongue and lips over the smooth, slippery contours of George's great knob, she was delirious with excitement, delirious with anticipation of what it was going to be like to have this immense, fat prong thrashing about deep inside her vagina.
But she had to be careful, they mustn't be discovered and he also mustn't discover what a supreme hold he had over her. It was imperative in her psyche that she always play the role of the dominant woman. She had a desperate craving to spank and whip this incredible boy, but that would have to come later, much later. She would have to play him the way a fisherman plays a trout with a poorly set hook ... carefully. If he ever discovered how important his giant cock was to her, he would assume the dominant role. This she knew at all costs must never happen.
As her head bobbed frantically, she felt him tense and she knew that he was about to erupt. She clung to his great, throbbing shaft with her thoroughly soiled gloved hands, not knowing quite what to expect from this amazing boy. He didn't disappoint her. His creamy life's fluid flew up the amazing length of his shaft with the speed and force of a missile leaving its underground silo. The first blast knocked her head right off his great prong, her teeth raking his rubbery knob as they left. The next blast went fully five feet in the air and splashed onto the old wide floorboards.
In the manner that George many times had steered squirting milk from a cow's udder into a milk pail, Olga grasped his fat prick just below the great vermilion gland, steering the spewing sticky come into her mouth which she held open for its eager reception.
Olga swallowed each succeeding spurt voraciously. She had to or her mouth would have overflowed and she craved every last drop.
The frantically ejaculating penis kept spewing forth its hot sperm as though it would never stop ... she HOPED it would never stop. In her lust-filled mind it was the most delicious thing ever tasted by the most fastidious of gourmets ... "If I could only bottle it!" she thought.
Finally the spurts lessened in intensity and she shortened the distance between her open mouth and the spurting red knob. When his penis throbbed out its last spurt, a thin stream of hot sticky sperm ran down his shrinking cock to mingle with the curly black hairs at its base. Olga leaned down and licked madly at the stream, following its course till her lips pressed into his matted hair and she tongued the few remaining drops.