(Part 2 in the Richard Saga. Extreme sizes are a factor here. Enjoy!)
“ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS! FALL IN AND LINE UP!” I bellowed, noticing the way the boys giggled as they left the locker room and ran into place.
I paced up and down my little Soldiers, high school seniors, all, their eyes locked to me as I inspected them. First day of class is the most important. This is where I have to establish myself as top alpha bitch or I lose them for the whole year.
Good thing I AM the top alpha bitch from HELL.
I stopped in front of my first failure, a boy who couldn't stop tittering from whatever had set them off while they changed.
“Something funny Mister...?” I left the pause here, letting it sink in that I wanted his name.
“FRANKLIN!” He suddenly exclaimed, snapping to a sort of attention.
“Well Franklin, you should laugh while you can, because in MY track and field class, you're not going to have much time for laughing what with all the blood you're going to be vomiting from over-exhaustion!” I quipped. “Not that you'll survive long enough to do even that if you don't learn to open your fucking cockholster of a mouth and make Ma'am the first and last words that ALWAYS come out of it. Do I make myself clear, futile Franklin?”
“MA'AM, YES MA'AM!” He said, laughter thoroughly done with.
I paced down the line a little ways, watching where all of their eyes were glued. At random I stopped in front of one of them.
“OI, THERE STUDENT!” I shouted an inch from his face.
“MA'AM, ROGER MA'AM” He shouted without any more prompting. Good boy.
“WERE YOU STARING AT YOUR TEACHER'S TITS JUST NOW, ROGER?” I barked, arching my back slightly to show them off in their resplendent glory, my fit body lobbing my sports-bra clad J cups into a furious jiggle.
“MA'AM, NO MA'AM!” He answered.
“WHY NOT, ROGER, DOESN'T YOUR TEACHER HAVE A NICE PAIR OF TITS?”
“MA'AM, NO MA'AM!”
“ WHAAAAAT!? ” I roared, face contorting into an enormous cavern of rage.
“MA'AM! WHAT THIS STUDENT MEANT TO SAY WAS THAT HE WOULDN'T KNOW BECAUSE HE WASN'T LOOKING, MA'AM!”
“WHAT ARE YOU, GAY!?” I trembled with rage.
He trembled too, but with fear, realizing there was no right answer here. Someone saved him, though.
“I WAS LOOKING, MA'AM!” Shouted a boy a few paces down. I stalked over to him and stood so close our noses nearly touched.
“AND WHY IS THAT, PERVERT!?” I demanded.
“MA'AM, MARVIN MA'AM! I WAS LOOKING BECAUSE THEY ARE ENORMOUS, MA'AM!” He belted.
“OH, AND YOU LIKE BIG ONES, DO YOU!?”
“MA'AM, YES MA'AM!”
“ISN'T ANYTHING BIGGER THAN A HANDFUL WASTED!?”
“MA'AM, ONLY IF YOU AREN'T MAN ENOUGH TO KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE REST, MA'AM!”
“WELL IF YOU LIKE THEM SO MUCH... ENJOY THEM, PERVERT!” I grabbed a double-fistful of his hair and shoved his face into my cleavage, my arms flexing as I held him there, squirming. Moments passed and the students watched as his arms flailed uselessly, his skin turned pale, and his struggles a little more violent as my humongous knockers deprived him of oxygen. Finally he slumped to the ground, dazed but unharmed.
“AS LONG AS YOU'RE DOWN THERE, PERV, LET'S SEE SOME PUSHUPS!”
“MA'AM, HOW MANY MA'AM?!” He asked with a gasp.
“Oh, just until your blood is covering BOTH sides of these walls.” I said sweetly, leaning down to say it.
I continued my pace, finally coming to the last boy in line, an EPIC failure as far as I was concerned, my eyes growing wide and my voice even louder as I asked a very important question.
“OI! CRAP FOR BRAINS, WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU IN YOUR GYM CLOTHES!?” He winced.
“MA'AM, RICHARD MA'AM. WON'T THIS SWEATSUIT DO JUST AS WELL!?”
“NO RICHARD IT MOST CERTAINLY WILL NOT!” The impudence!
“MA'AM! I CAN'T WEAR THOSE GYM CLOTHES, MA'AM.”
“WHY NOT? ARE YOU SOME KIND OF FASHIONISTA?” This set off some laughs. The Grey sweat suit was certainly an ugly, baggy garment.
“MA'AM! NO MA'AM!”
“DO YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF EMBERASSING SKIN CONDITION?” Now the other students were beginning to giggle a bit for some reason. I shot a glance their way that let them know of my murderous intent and they quieted right down.
“MA'AM, NO MA'AM!”
“ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE OTHERS SEEING YOUR SCRAWNY CHICKEN LEGS?” I guessed again.
“MA'AM, I'D REALLY RATHER NOT SAY MA'AM!”
“YOU WILL SAY, OR YOU WILL BE STRIPPED NAKED AND BITCH SLAPPED IN FRONT OF THIS WHOLE CLASS. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT!?”
“MA'AM, NO MA'AM, BUT PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME SHOUT IT.”
I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You wanna say it softly to me like this?” I asked. He nodded.
“ NO!” I Screamed so loud, tears started from his eyes.
“ MA'AM, I CANNOT WEAR THE CLOTHES YOU PROVIDED MA'AM BECAUSE MY PENIS IS TOO LONG AND COMES OUT THE LEG-HOLES OF THE SHORTS AND MY BALLS ARE TOO LARGE TO FIT IN ANY OF THE JOCK STRAPS YOU PROVIDED!” He screamed, laughter erupting from all the students.
“ I DO NOT TOLERATE THAT KIND OF LYING IN MY GYM!” I shouted as I tucked a finger into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged it towards me, leaning over to peer inside.
My face fell and I stared there a moment, worse than the way the students stared at my rack. He wasn't lying, and now I'd humiliated both of us in front of the class. I'd lost control of them now, and their peels of laughter echoed off the walls.
I stood, red faced, and abruptly flung my arm to point at the track. “ALL OF YOU START RUNNING SOME FUCKING LAPS! IF ANY ONE OF YOU STOPS BEFORE WE GET BACK I'LL PUT YOUR NUTS IN A BLENDER AND MAKE YOU DRINK THEM!”
Then I tugged the humiliated Richard by the hand into my office.
*Slam* Went the door. I walked around my desk and put my hands on the back of my chair, leaning slightly forward.
“ All right Richard. I'm sorry about that. You can understand why I doubted you I hope. That is QUITE a member you've got there.”
“ It's okay ma'am. I know I'm a freak.” He said, hanging his head. “Will you excuse me from needing to take gym class?”
“ Richard, I can't do that. PE is required, and even if it weren't, I couldn't in good conscience cost you your physical fitness just because you happen to be too gifted to fit the uniforms”
“ But Ma'am, I am physically fit. I play Soccer and kick-box and run.”
I folded my arms beneath the heavy J-cups. “Hm. I'll be the judge of that. Take your shirt off.”
Crossing his arms and reaching to his sides he pulled the baggy, ugly sweatshirt off, slowly revealing a magnificent 12 back of abs, chiseled pectorals that flexed with the motions of his arms, pitted shoulders that burst with visible muscle chording, and a pair of biceps that looked ready to burst. He seemed virtually hairless oddly enough, but it didn't look like he'd shaved anything. In some ways he looked so much older than 18, in others so much younger.
As confused as my brain got looking at him, my cunt wasn't confused at all. The hungry girl was wet, dripping, and causing me to shift my legs uncomfortably around my rather pronounced clit. She liked what we saw...
Licking my lips I added, “And the pants. You might have a big one in there but that doesn't mean your other two legs are in shape enough to dodge my little mid-day boot camp.”
“ Okay.” He whimpered. He did a strange thing then, instead of simply lowering his pants he reached inside them, seeming to gather up some portion of his length and snapped his wrist up. The thing was like a thick whip of flesh that threatened to lash his pecs. If it were just a little longer he could probably sling it right over his shoulder! I stared at the head where it dangled, and his eyes followed mine, a little mischief sparking in them.
“ Do you want a closer look, ma'am?” He asked, enormous floppy cock hanging down like the ego of God before him, his expression a little proud.
“ Yes...” I said, staring vacantly, moving to bend low before him, hands on my knees as I got my face close to where his pube-free body met his massive meatsicle. Reaching into his pants again he fidgeted a moment and then made the same gesture, flicking upwards.
This time it was his testicles! The huge Apple sized organs slapped my chin hard on their way up, and his sack was so lengthy and loosed that they thumped onto my head on the way down. And stayed there. This little bastard was teabagging me while I was still standing up! Aroused though I was at the thought, I wasn't going to let him assert dominance on me like this.
“ Richard.” I said coolly. “Get those OFF of my head, or I am going to confiscate them.”
“ Are you sure you want me to do that ma'am?”
“ Yes I'm sure!” I snapped. “Why would you think I wasn't?”
“ Two reasons, really.” He said. “For one thing, you aren't asking me to drop my pants anymore, which means you didn't care about that to begin with. So you must really be after my dick.” The little bastard had me there.
“ All right I got distracted, but that doesn't mean I want your big fat nuts on my head, now does it?
“ Maybe not, but that means you really won't like the second reason.”
“ And that is...?”
“ This.” Richard said, pulling back his hips slightly so the big balls tumbled from my head. But they didn't fall easily. Their weight was such that they rolled slowly down my face, smearing his pungent musk as they streaked downwards, finally bouncing to a heavy stop just beneath my chin. I was mortified.
Enraged I stood and shoved him hard, his ultra-fit form barely moved by my push.
“ SIT-UPS! NOW!” I screamed, pointing at the floor.
“ How many?” Richard asked as he scooted into a sit-up position. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, just four hundred and fifty THOUSAND!”
He sighed and started counting them off, his incredible abs flexing beneath the shirt, his massive balls pooling on the ground between his thighs, his enormous cock curling around one of his thick thighs, head still touching the ground where it looped over.
I couldn't help myself, and I crawled slowly towards his crotch, tits dangling in the tight sports bra.
“ Positive re-enforcement is a powerful teaching tool.” I explained as I started to give his delicious, massive meaty nuts a long salacious lick each time he finished a sit-up. They were so delicious I had a hard time not throwing myself face-first into his leathery sack in a wanton-display of ball-sucking lust. But I controlled myself, savoring each lick like I might savor a bite of steak.
Speaking of steak, Richard's cock was starting to get bigger, slowly uncurling from around his thigh and tapping the side of my face as it grew firmer.
Richard stopped his exercise as this happened, a strange expression on his face.
“ Hey Coach,” He said, “Do you like it rough?”
Such a dirty question asked so innocently! I blinked, looking down the barrel of his fuck-sausage, that long long distance, and cocked my head, unable to stop the word as it left my mouth.'
“ Yes.”
Richard grinned and seized his big dick by the base, pulling it away from my cheek then abruptly giving me a harsh slap with it, my cheek stinging from the savagery of the semi-hard cocksmack.
I sat bolt upright. “RICHARD! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?”
He looked suddenly ashamed. “Mom said you'd like that...if you like it rough I mean!”
“ Oh she did, did she?” I reached up and grabbed the incestuous little fuck's collar, wrenching him down, face to the floor, holding him there with a hand to the back of his head.
“ Let's see how YOU like!” I shouted as I grabbed his massive fuck staff and started to beat him in the face with it, cockslapping him with his own humongous prick.. Secretly I thought to myself that this was sort of fun, no wonder he enjoyed it.
“ Ngh! Stop it!” He pleaded. Noticing another opportunity I said, “What did you say? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you getting slapped around by all this raw beef.” I cupped a hand to my ear, mocking him.
“ I--” Whatever else he planned to say didn't have time to get out . My bicep curled as I pulled his collar down, left hand aiming his cock right into his mouth. Richard's eyes went wide as his lips were stretched thin by his own meat.
“ Not many men big enough to do that! Now suck it” I commanded, bending to lick his giant balls while he helplessly nursed on his own cockhead.