The Education Of Richard Ch. 03

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The Auditions were going poorly. I had cast my Knights. I had cast my Lords. I had cast my Clergy. I had cast my King Edward and my Prince of Wales. But I could NOT find a good match for Richard himself. I needed an actor with confidence. An actor with a force of personality, with Gravitas, an actor who could not merely play Richard on a stage, but one who could BECOME Richard.

Okay, really I mostly just needed ONE male actor who could tear his eyes from my K-cup breasts for long enough to read a line.

As the next one stepped up to the stage I snickered as I read his name.

“Uh, Richard, you will be reading for the part of Richard. From the beginning of the monologue on page 10.”

He began to recite:

“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front,
And now, instead of mounting barbèd steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them–
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determinèd to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunk prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other;
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mewed up
About a prophecy which says that G
Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul — here Clarence comes”

He was no great actor, but he didn’t seem quite as impressed with my chest as the previous students. I self-consciously adjusted my bra; was I losing my allure?

“Thank you! You’ve got the part! You read Richard well, Richard.” I scowled. “This could get confusing. Can I call you Dick?” I asked.

He smirked playfully, “I seem to be hearing that word a lot lately, but I haven’t actually been called that.”

What was all that about?

“Oh well. Richard it is then. Go over there to Anna and Tiffany and have them get you costumed.”

“Yes Ma’am!” He quipped, snapping a sharp salute before heading over to join the two girls. As the three of them went backstage, I noticed them all ogling one another the way that high schoolers will. Maybe I was losing my touch to younger women; the way the boys now seem to like everything so curve-less these days. Tiffany had black hair like mine, but was barely adequate in her upturned, perky DD’s. Blond Anna was even worse, super-slight with barely any chest at all. They were getting more attention then me?

As I auditioned other students for lesser parts I could hear a little more giggling than usual coming from behind the costume-room door. Eventually the two girls came running out of the costume room door, their facial expressions a confusing mix of shock, amusement…and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“W-we have a problem!” Tiffany giggled.

“What is it, girls?” I asked.

“Well… we don’t have the right clothes for him.” Said Anna, blushing deeply.

“He seems average enough. Maybe a slightly strapping build, but most of the costumes tend towards the taller anyway.”

“yes, but…” Tiffany tried, Anna had to help her to finish. “It’s the codpiece ma’am. W-we…” And now she trailed off into a blush The two stayed silent a moment then looked at each other and exclaimed in unison, “We can’t find one even CLOSE to big enough!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, colossal breasts jiggling. “Oh now girl’s, he probably just got a stiffie from you taking his measurements. Inseams will do that to a boy.” I explained.

They shook their heads.

I covered for the fact that I was suddenly curious, and a little aroused myself by rolling my eyes. “All right then, maltepe escort let’s go check on the situation.” As we walked towards the backstage the two talked.

“I can’t believe how he’s bigger than all those small boys.” Said Tiffany. I smirked,

“Now girls there are no small parts, only small actors.” I told her.

“And small actors WITH small parts…” Said Anna. “Then there’s Richard… His part is just HUGE!” She said as we rounded the corner.

And oh, dear god, it was. Richard was waiting patiently in the sewing room, form eased back in one of the cushy chairs, a leg thrown up over the arm of it, leg’s splayed to show his unfathomably magnificent treasures. He was wearing a codpiece, but the girls were right, this was not merely the difference between a medium and a large. Richard’s cock was coiled up on itself in an uncomfortable looking little patch of leather. Even if it had been large enough to cover the loops of meat, which it was not, there was still the problem of his balls, a pendulous pair of prick-plumbs that swung lazily over the edge of his seat, fat and heavy looking like a two huge oranges in a leather sack.

“Great Shakespeare’s Ghost!” I gasped, eyes shooting wide as if they were unable to fit all that lay before them at their normal circumference.

“What?” Said Richard, playing it off all innocent despite the mischief that played behind his eyes.

“Y-y-y-y-you’re c-c-co-penis is–”

He interrupted me. “It’s okay ma’am, you can say cock. I’ve heard it before.”

“Your cock is a fucking monster, Richard. What are we going to do with you?”

“Well, if you do what the last couple of people to notice that fact did, then you’ll probably be… oh what does Shakespeare call it…?…oh, making the best with two back with me in no time.”

The idea had appeal… but I was his teacher. I had decorum to maintain. I grabbed a stack of scripts.

“Let’s do a little rehearsal shall we?” I suggested. He shrugged as I handed out the play to him and both girls, the four of us playing different characters surrounding Richard III’s scenes as needed. As we read, I began to understand how my poor students felt trying to read their lines around me. Even as my mouth said the words, my eyes kept drifting back to that fat long rope of un-containable cock that my lead actor was sporting, my mouth going a little dry at the sight, my nipples perking up.

“Ma’am, there’s something I don’t understand.” Said Richard.

“Yes?” I asked.

“In the play Richard III is a hunchback and all messed up and stuff. Why did you cast me for that?”

I smiled. “It’s a question of artistic vision, hon. When Shakespeare wrote these plays, he was doing so for Queen Elizabeth, whose bloodline beat out Richard’s family for the throne in the war of the roses. To mollify her, he had to make Richard out to be a monster so that she’d feel better about her position in the world.”

“Oh.” He said, looking a little bored at the long lecture.

I stood up as I continued my little monologue. “I wanted my Richard to be tall. Strong. Handsome. A realistic portrayal of all the man might have been without Shakespeare’s pandering to his queen. My Richard should feel confident, happy, and in command at all times.” I now stood, tits just inches from Richard’s seated form.

“Tell me Richard… do you feel confident and happy? How about powerful?”

“Um…Uh….I….” He stammered as his whole field of vision was consumed in the view of my cleavage, pilowy titflesh inviting his lust.

“Well that doesn’t sound very powerful to me. Girls, we have to help him!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands, making my tits ripple.

“Let us rehearse a few scenes that are not in the script so that Richard feels more comfortable in his role.”

Tiffany and Anna looked at one another and shrugged, putting down their booklets and awaiting my direction.

“Now Tiffany, you will be the Duchess of York, and Anna, you’re Lady Anne-Neville. Both your husbands are dead by direct or indirect action of Richard here, and you hate him for it. But somehow….” And here I needed to make no more explanation as their eyes crawled up and down Richard’s gorgeous body, meaty ball-sack, and the super-sized scepter that bulged powerfully behind the codpiece, “… you find yourselves drawn to him. Today you’ve come to confront Richard for his crimes and avenge your husbands. But perhaps Richard’s…. power will overcome you.”

The two nodded.

“Scene.” I said, the command launching my actors into motion.

Tiffany and Anna closed their eyes a moment, getting into character and then both looked up at the pretender to the throne.

“Richard! We…hast come here to confront thee with thy, um, dark crimes!” Anna nobly attempted.

“Gadzooks! Thy member is huge!” Tiffany added, eyes down and wide.

“So is yon noble-woman’s breasts!” Richard retorted, sweeping his hand wide to indicate me. I hissed at him. “I’m not in maltepe escort bayan the scene Richard!”

“Right!” He nodded. “Um… I have committed no crimeths good and hot ladies.” His butchery of Shakespearean English could not be more painful.

“You murdered our husbands!” Anna shot back, her rage seeming genuine, pointing her fingers accusingly. She was a good actress, why had I stuck her on costumes instead of casting her?

“Thou dost thinketh me hot?” Asked Tiffany, angling those DD’s in his direction. Anna punched Tiffany’s arm only increasing the visibility of those now-jiggling breasts.

“I thinketh thy milkfruits are hot!” Richard said.

Clearly this scene needed more direction.

“Richard, you’re the KING. If you like her…um…milkfruits…so much, get them out for yourself..” Richard nodded and abruptly tore Tiffany’s blouse with a stage-whispered ‘sorry’ as he did so. I goaded him further. “She’s your fallen enemy’s widow. Those breasts are your spoils of war! Suck on them!”

Richard put out his long-fingered hands and palmed the firm young tits, lifting them both slightly as he leaned down and started licking their surface, saving the areolas then the nipples for last. Anna looked a little lost now, but teacher was here to help.

“Help your king out his codpiece and the other widow out of her pants” I told her, watching with growing interest as Anna first stripped herself, then got down and removed the inadequate codpiece and bulging tights from Richard’s legs. She followed this up by unpinning Tiffany’s skirt, revealing a beautiful purple thong beneath. She hooked her fingers into those, but I stopped her.

“No no. Those will be removed at the right time.” I said. Tiffany was purring now, stroking Richard’s hair as he feasted on her ripe tits, lapping and sucking them, her nipples now poking up at full hardness in response. But then, my nipples were hard too and so were Anna’s. What she lacked in breast meat she made up for in these long pink nipples that even I almost found myself wanting to suck.

Speaking of sucking, “Tiffany, to your knees, your King’s cock is going woefully unsucked! You must resolve this!” She sunk to her knees, grabbing at the base of Richard’s enormous prong, then put hand over hand until she was close enough to the tip to lift it to her mouth. She held only about six inches in her hand and mouth, but what she lacked in depth she made up for in enthusiasm, drooling all over his flaring cockhead, tongue lapping it from all sides. She moaned and mewed, slurping heaps of affection on to the turgid rod.

“Anna! You ought to be ashamed! Do you see those poor heavy balls just aching to be sucked? How can you ignore their needs!?” Anna blushed, her whole body turning red as she also sunk to her knees, angling her body sideways to get at his low-dangling nutsack, gathering the endless folds of scrotum in both her hands, bringing the ostrich eggs towards her face, panting them in easter-patterns with her tongue, making Richard moan loud. The king put his hands and both women’s heads, stroking their black and blond hair as they worked his shaft and ball-bag. His cock had certainly taken notice, and what must have been the 19 inch monstrosity was now taking long thick shape, blood pumping through his massive veins as it throbbed up larger and larger

My own pussy couldn’t believe the majesty of the sight, and gushed a little in response.

Tiffany’s eyes met Anna’s from across the vast distance of Richard’s enormous shaft and she moved down to join her suck-sister, grunting slutily as she crammed Richard’s left ball into her mouth and fed Anna the right. His big fat balls were so huge that with even just one, their cheeks bulged and their jaws stretched. Richard through back his head in ecstacy as his cock slipped and slapped gently between them, then roared as they drew away from each other, each taking a ball with them, their faces a foot apart because he had so much droopy nutsack to spare for each tugged testicle.

Anna reached out and stroked Tiffany’s face, massaging Richard’s ball through the other girl’s cheek. Tiffany returned the gesture. Then the two reached up, each grasping the base of his now-hard colossal shaft. Even Anna’s longer fingers didn’t meet around it, and a preposterous amount of prickmeat still stuck out above their hands. Anna added a third hand and then Tiffany a fourth. I shook my head in amazement and crossed to join them, wrapping both fists around yet more cock. Richard smirked and put both his hands on two. Still a little bit escaped all of our grasps.

“Come on, teacher, don’t you wanna join in on this scene?”

I scowled at my own behavior with this student’s titanic tumescent shaft quivering hot in my grasp.

“Only for the sake of the scene. I shall be lady…” My mind moved furiously trying to come up with another character from the list of females in the play.. “I shall be Queen…” No, there were none of them left to choose maltepe escort bayan from who would make sense. “I’ll be…” I paused blinking, the girls looking goop at me with their adorable cheeks stuffed full of fat ball-meat, Richard’s stretched baggy scrotum dangling between them like so much pulled taffy.

“Oh fuck it!” I decreed, plunging my head down suck his head into my mouth. That was a task! His flared cock-knob was so wide it was a little like trying to get a doorknob into a can of soda. But with a little straining and an audible popping noise, I managed to get it in, reaching out with my greedy tongue to hook swallow after swallow of gooey precum right from his spunk-slit.

Richard was clearly in heaven… I could only imagine that this might be the first time he’d had his whole cock covered by anything at once, and the sensation of my mouth, all 8 our hands, and the two girl’s mouths might have been a bit overwhelming. I felt his cock pulse and he threw his head back with a loud, lewd moan, shamelessly enjoying the ball-sucking, cock-slurping jack-off session he was in the midst of.

But not on my watch! I pulled off of the tasty prick and quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Down girls! Tug down on them so he can’t cum yet! We’re not through with him yet, are we?”

They obeyed, dropping almost all the way to the floor his overtaxed nut-sack nearly reaching that far it was so capacious. I could only imagine that his ball sack must have gotten so long from the sheer weight of those stones inside it. The boy had big nuts, this I could admit to myself. Richard grimaced and groaned under the mix of pleasure and pain he was getting and even whimpered a little from the release denied. I leaned over and whispered in his ear,

“Don’t whine deary, imagine how good it’s gonna feel when you get to empty them!” And grabbed his wrists, moving his hands to my blouse, starting him on uncorking the top button while I toyed with his cock, rubbing my palm over the head, spreading his precum around to lubricate him with a gleaming sheen. I reached my spermy hand down and stroked Tiffany’s cheek with it, leaving a nasty goo on her. Anna was quick to spit Richard’s huge hanger out to come and lick it off, the girls turning to tongue each other, swapping and smearing the liquid around like it was their catnip.

“Anna, get up here and suck his cock. Now.” I directed, loving the role of dick dictator. Anna seemed wary, but raised up and gave it her all, requiring on a little manipulation from me, guiding her head to get his fat cocktop into her maw. Anna nursed and suckled the huge cock while I went down to join Tiffany. Together we spiraled our heads around his colossal, dangling sack, swabbing it with our tongues, trading licks and kisses as we passed each other from different angles. Tiffany got behind him slurped along the back of his ball sack, licking every inch up it, sliding her tongue across his taint and then into the crack of his muscled bottom Richard gave a yelp and then moaned, a thick sheen of precum suddenly spilling from Anna’s lips as he gave it up.

“Never had that done before, huh?” I grinned. “Do you want her to stop?” Richard shook his head, and the three of us worked him over this way a while. Anna bobbing her head on his cock, me licking and slurping the huge balls and caressing them with my tits, Tiffany making hungry slurping noises at his ass, giving him the rim-job of a lifetime. His balls tried to go off again, but I looped my hand around the saggy sack, deny him release again as I pulled Tiffany up with me to join Anna at the cockhead.

“Okay, one pull each, then pass it on. We’re sharing. Whoever can go deepest gets first fuck.” I announced.

Obeying my command we passed the cock woman to woman to woman, each of us throwing our faces down and deep. I’m damned good and got about 8 inches in on my best go, and Tiffany could only manage 6, barely more than the head of a rod as immense as his. But Anna was a nasty little slut, gagging hard and tearing up as she forced ten fat inches all the way into her horny throat, neck bulging obscenely from the mind-mashing width of his ultra-girthy wang.

“Where did you learn that you little slut!?” I demanded After she unthroated him and gasped out a huge wad of pre-cum she answered. “Tony’s got one this big.” She explained, holding her hand down to the ten-inch mark on Richard’s cock.

“Hm. If I hadn’t met Richard to day, I’d be all over that. You never know who’ll get one I guess. Teach me how later?”

She nodded, then reminded me of my earlier promise. “Right. So you said I get to be the first to ride this beast?”

“So I did. Richard, stand up. Anna, put your ass on that table over there. Tiff and I are going beneath.” The two obeyed and I pulled Tiffany to crawl on her hands and knees under the table with me, so we were staring at Richard’s powerfully built legs and magnificent balls. We couldn’t see what happened next from this vantage point, but we could guess from Anna’s almost anguished cry, her fists and heels pounding the table as her tiny little ‘tang was spread wide on the impossible cockhead. Her thumps got harder, then softer as he angled forward more and more, his obscene phallus sinking deeper and deeper.

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