The novel Her Delivery Boys tells of a very common problem and some very bizarre solutions for it. While it is the solutions which provide much of the story's drama and interest, the problem is important enough to be considered by itself, if only briefly. Recently newspapers and magazines have been mentioning a newly christened and newly discovered phenomenon, the "Twenty Year Itch," that is, the sharply rising divorce rate among middle-aged American couples. As our traditional and rather Victorian mores break down, divorce seems to become more acceptable to long-married couples who, in an earlier age, would have tried to live with their problems rather than risk the public censure given to a broken marriage. In many ways this new trend is welcome. Most of us nowadays would agree that divorce is far preferable to continuing a miserable marriage. But in some cases of the "Twenty Year Itch" couples are too quick to abandon what, with a little effort, might be a very good marriage indeed. This is true of the hero and heroine of the present work, Herbert and Hilda Archer.
Herbert and Hilda, in their forties, experience an understandable desire for change in their humdrum sex life. What they fail to understand, until almost too late, is that they can find this change with each other. A popular and highly-trained authority on the subject is Dr. David Reuben, author of Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex and of Any Woman Can. In the former book, his chapter "September Sex" is particularly apropos to our subject. Dr. Reuben there discusses the common (but erroneous) belief that with middle-age people become too old for sex. Many older people, like Herbert and Hilda, therefore feel guilty even thinking about sex. But in answer to the question "When does a person get too old for sex?" Dr. Reuben replies "Never. Because of their amazing resilience, the sexual organs just don't wear out ... intercourse is feasible (and desirable) until the day one departs for a better world."
Herbert and Hilda, then, secretly desire more excitement in their sex life yet at the same time feel guilty about their desires. In addition, they are both at a "menopausal" stage of life which presents peculiar problems. Of the middle-aged female, Dr. Reuben says that "some women have a tremendous increase in sexual drive after menstruation stops....At a time when (a husband's) sexual interest and ability may be slipping, his wife suddenly is rejuvenated. Her demands may be more than he can handle." But there is a "male menopause" as well, during which, according to Reuben, a man often panics and "tries to prove that he can still do it like he used to. First he tries sex with his wife-when that flops, he seeks out a sympathetic third party....Many marriages are destroyed at this stage by a combination of the husband's sexual panic and the wife's lack of understanding."
This almost happens to Herbert and Hilda Archer when each separately attempts unorthodox solutions to the problem of middle-age sex, choosing partners young enough to be their children or, in Hilda's case, grandchildren. By having sex with mere youngsters, they seek to recapture their own youth. In a sense they fail, since physical youth cannot be restored, but in another sense they succeed marvelously, opening up whole new worlds of sexual pleasure, and in this way save their marriage. Obviously the solution of Herbert and Hilda is not for everyone, involving as it does erotic entanglements which are not only subject to social disapproval but also, in some states, to legal prosecution. It is fortunate indeed for Herbert and Hilda that their dangerous experiments give way to a happier and saner answer to their problem.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Herbert Archer felt his cock stiffening, and he discreetly covered his lap with that day's edition of the San Francisco Chronicle. He glanced quickly at his wife Hilda, who sat at the opposite end of the sofa, to see if she'd noticed his growing erection. No; her eyes were glued to the television screen. Herbert breathed a sigh of relief and turned to watch, too. It was the late, late movie, a remarkably uncensored Danish film about two young lovers, and it was responsible for the abrupt misbehavior of Herbert's penis. Secretly horny, he gawked at the teenage heroine on the screen, at her plump, naked breasts with their sweet dark nipples, at the way she eagerly offered herself to the young hero. Oh, God, if only Hilda could dig sex like that girl did!
Unknown to Herbert Archer, his wife was struggling to remain still and dignified as a hot flood of juice poured from her aroused cunt, soaking the crotch of her panties and wetting the skirt of her sensible navy blue dress. She licked her lips as she watched the teenage hero of the film, a boy no more than fifteen, his broad naked shoulders, taut belly, beautifully muscled arms, and the way he hungrily made love to the young girl. If only Herbert were so fresh, handsome, and virile!
"Any more coffee left?" Herbert muttered as a commercial came on. He had to get Hilda out of the room for a moment so he could get up and put on his bathrobe to cover his swollen prick. Christ, how that little Danish chick was turning him on!
"Oh!" exclaimed Hilda, who had been daydreaming. "Oh, yes, I think so, dear. I'll get it." She moved out of the room almost sideways, so that her husband would not see the stain of pussy juice on her skirt. That boy, that beautiful boy! To have a lover like him!
A few moments later Herbert and Hilda returned to the living room, be in his bathrobe and she with the coffee, and resumed their places at opposite ends of the sofa. Anyone happening to glance in the window would have assumed them to be an average, long-married middle-aged couple, certainly not preoccupied with sex. Herbert Archer was 48, skinny, balding, and mousy, and he wore rimless glasses and had the bright pale blue eyes of a rabbit. Hilda Archer was shaped like a matronly chicken, with the pouting, fattened breasts, belly and buttocks common to women her age, which was 44. One could easily imagine the Archers dressing for church or tending their lawn and flower beds or taking a bus tour of Disneyland and the Southwest. One could scarcely imagine them fucking.
Yet as they watched the last part of the foreign movie, consisting chiefly of a long scene with the teenage couple in bed, Herbert and Hilda could think of nothing but their raging need for sex. And both felt ashamed. Herbert was chiding himself silently, Go take a cold shower, you old goat! And Hilda was thinking, Dear God, what's the matter with me, some hormone problem?
The movie ended, and Herbert and Hilda sighed. In their bedroom they undressed with their backs to each other, as they had modestly done for all twenty years of their marriage, Herbert putting on his blue flannel pajamas, Hilda her long pink flannel nightgown.
"Think I'll shave tonight," Herbert said, "so I won't have to do it in the morning."
"Very well, dear," said Hilda, climbing into their double bed. Herbert turned off the bedroom light so she could sleep, entered the bathroom, and closed the door. Hilda sighed and stretched out in bed, wishing that the nagging ache in her vagina would go away. It embarrassed her deeply that she should crave sex like that. She had never in her life been horny, had scarcely thought about sex, up until the past year. Now it was getting to be chronic, like a plague, and she didn't know what to do about it. It would be too humiliating to ask Herbert to make love to her, and, besides, she doubted he could even get it up any more. He seemed to have lost interest in sex long ago.
Absently Hilda ran her hands over her plump body, the mounds of middle-aged fat, then stopped abruptly as she felt her soft mons beneath the nightgown. In the dark she blushed. Of course she knew of that practice, masturbation-one couldn't help reading about it nowadays, all the magazines were becoming so liberal and outspoken. But she'd never dreamed of trying it herself. Good Lord, no! Her mother had told her, when she was a child, that it was nasty and evil, that only the most depraved people did it. Yet, she wondered desperately, wouldn't it be the answer to her problem? Wasn't anything better than this constant state of need?
Hesitantly, blushing even redder, Hilda raised her nightgown to her waist. Guiltily she glanced at the bathroom door, where a thin sliver of light showed, and listened. Herbert was humming to himself, running the water, apparently just beginning his shave. She would have a little time to herself. Burning with shame, she touched the soft hair of her mons, then carefully worked her finger between the fat furry lips and touched the wet hot bump of her clitoris.
"Oooo!" squeaked Hilda. She had never touched herself there before and so had had no idea of how good it would feel. Too wickedly good, she decided, quickly withdrawing her finger. But it was amazing-one little touch, and a sharp sting of pleasure leaped through her pelvis and made her soaked cunt cream even faster. No, she mustn't do such a lewd thing!
Hilda signed in the darkness, rolled over on her belly, and tried to go to sleep. No good, she was just too upset. Try to think of something pleasant. Instantly she saw the teenage hero of the movie, his exquisite naked body, his eager and knowing dark eyes. Dear God, how beautiful it would be to have him here in bed with her, making love to her! She pushed her face into the pillow to stifle a moan of desire, and hot juice gushed from her cunt to trickle between her plump thighs and dampen her nightgown. I can't stand it, she thought wildly, I just can't stand this torture any longer! I must have relief!
Feverishly she rolled over on her back again and, in the still darkness of the bedroom, began to fantasize the handsome boy of the movie, climbing onto the bed, kissing her, reassuring her of his love, then gently easing himself between her legs. She lifted her nightgown for him, spread her thighs wide in welcome. She could see him so clearly, wanted him so much. He would make love to her now, that would be wonderful. But what would his penis be like? Hilda found herself at a loss, her fantasy interrupted. It would be no good if she couldn't visualize his cock, but of course that hadn't been shown in the movie.
Hilda had seen only one penis in her whole life, Herbert's, and it was not one of her favorite sights. It was really too gross. Belying his thin frame and timid manner, Herbert's cock was quite long and fat, and when erect it almost frightened Hilda in its redskinned swollen fury, its bumpy blue veins forced rigid and twisted, its cream-oozing glans hole. Not that he did much with it, she thought wistfully, except pump it in and out a few times before wheezing and sighing as he came. But Herbert's big tool was ugly. She could not imagine her young hero having a cock like that.
No, his would be smooth and white and immature, a pretty thing to see and touch, about the size of her middle finger ... She blushed again as an idea came to her, an idea monstrous in its wickedness yet the perfect solution to her problem. Why not carry her fantasy to its logical conclusion, using her own finger to imitate the young hero's penis? Her heart pounded at her own daring, yet she had to know, at least, what it would feel like. Again she brought back the image of the handsome teenage boy kneeling between her outstretched thighs, preparing to work his stiff young cock into her creaming vagina. Hardly breathing, Hilda again eased her finger between the soft-haired lips of her mons, over her fat wet clit and swollen labia, sighing with the pleasure of her own touch, till she reached the dribbling, aching mouth of her cunt. Slowly she inserted her finger.
"Ahhhh!" sighed Hilda. It was just what she needed, just what her body cried for, this long stiff penetration, her finger moving rigidly up the steaming passage of her cunt, all the way to the pulpy tip of her womb. "Ahhhh, God, yes!
She knew she would do it now, she would masturbate, she couldn't resist! It was just too good! In her fantasy the young hero sighed as he felt his small cock bathed in her juicy heat, then sank down onto her, his hard smooth chest flattening her plump breasts, his firm hands grasping her hips as he began to work his cock inside her. Her finger moved, in and out, slowly but stiffly, fucking her as a young lover would fuck her, and she began to moan softly and steadily. She had never felt such pleasure in her life, had never realized how good sex could be until now.
"Ummmm!" Hilda moaned, her voice hoarse and abandoned. "Ummmm, yes, my darling, yes, that's heavenly! It's so good, the way you're fucking me! I could die, it feels so good!"
She felt her cunt juicing hotly and heavily all around her moving finger, felt her muscular vaginal walls clenching and unclenching as if to hold the pseudo-penis and pull it deeper inside. Why had Herbert never fucked her this way, in long, sensual, slow probings of his cock? Dear God, how much she had missed!
She imagined her young lover growing more and more excited now, unable to delay any longer, and beginning to speed his thrusts, his taut belly slamming against her soft fat abdomen, his breath growing harsh and ragged. She moved her finger accordingly, in short fast pumping and sawing motions, and found that it heightened her excitement, too. Was it possible that she might achieve a climax? She had never even considered it, had only obeyed an instinctive need for penetration and friction. Hilda had never had an orgasm before and had long ago given up hope of knowing what it was like. But her wild, almost insane arousal was new also, and she sensed it was leading somewhere. She didn't know where, but it would be good, she could tell that much.
Her probing finger was very wet and sticky now, and she found herself pumping her wide hips in time to the fantasized fucking of her teenage lover. There were embarrassing noises now, the slurping and sucking of her stiff finger in the juicy tightness of her cunt, but Hilda didn't care. She felt herself flying, weightless, and a strange throbbing began deep in her vagina, waving out in successive stings of sensation, when suddenly her whole body began to convulse with blinding pleasure. She knew she was going to scream, and she quickly pulled a pillow over her face to stifle the noise. N
"Ummppfff!" came her smothered exclamation of joy. "UHHHHHH!" The bed squeaked as her plump body continued to rock and writhe, and she pumped her finger furiously in her soaked cunt till she had ground out every bit of sweet sensation. Then she flung the pillow away and gasped for air. So that was cumming! Nothing in her life had made her feel so wildly happy, so completely satisfied, as that! Now she would sleep, and sleep well. She glanced drowsily at the bathroom door and thought, Oh, Herbert, you'll never know how wonderful it is! You poor old man....
In the small bathroom Herbert Archer had taken out his shaving equipment, looked at himself in the mirror, and then realized that he had no intention of shaving at all. His unconscious mind had led him into the privacy of the bathroom for another reason. Yes, to jack off into the toilet, his usual practice when he got unbearably horny. In the long run it was easier and even more satisfying than trying to ball Hilda. Easier, because his wife was usually "too tired" or had some other excuse not to make love, and more satisfying because Hilda always lay limp and unresponding beneath him, while in his masturbation fantasies he could conjure up partners who were sensual, passionate, and eager. And tonight he knew right away who his fantasy partner would be, the beautiful teenage heroine of the late, late movie.
Herbert sighed and lifted his semi-flaccid prick out of his pajamas, fondling it rather absently while he recalled the details of the girl's appearance. He wanted her image to be vivid. Soon he had her before him, teasing and impish, sticking out the tip of her pink tongue in lewd invitation. He imagined himself reaching out to touch her, running his hands over her smooth, firm young body, while she mischievously played with his cock and balls. With his hand he imitated the tickling play of her little fingers, grazing and then warmly massaging his testicles, pumping the long white shaft of his penis, rubbing the cream-oozing glans. He imagined a bubbly, giggly girl who loved cock, playing with it, tasting it, sucking it, and in a matter of seconds his prick was rock hard. He pictured the naked girl kneeling before him, fascinated with his stiff-standing cock, drawing it toward her red lips, sucking it into the fierce heat of her mouth to tongue and squeeze it. But it was hard to accompany this fantasy with the appropriate stimulation of his cock; his dry hand was nothing like the juicy, slick, hot nest of a woman's mouth.
As a matter-of-fact, Herbert had been growing bored lately with his age-old method of jerking off, the familiar pumping fist. He'd done that to himself since adolescence and had never really thought much about it except as a quick method of relief and fun, until the present, the past few months, when his sexual needs had suddenly and mysteriously picked up and he had begun to feel a craving for variety and excitement. Damn nuisance, really, rather like a second adolescence. He seemed to be horny all the time, and never content with a quick jerk off in the bathroom.
Impatiently, Herbert looked around, saw a wash cloth, and wet it with warm water. He wrapped it around his wagging, stiff cock, then curled his fist around the cloth and pumped tentatively. Yes, that was better! Easy now to fantasize the girl's sweet sucking, the roughness of her tongue, the bathing heat of her saliva. Herbert grunted contentedly and tweaked the tip of his cock through the wet cloth. The girl was an imp: she would suck him, tickle his balls, till he was on the very verge of cumming-and then abruptly pull away, laughing, taunting. His swollen red prick would loll alone in the air, thwarted. He would reach out for the girl, but she would giggle and twist away. He saw her laughing, licking her lips with little pink tongue.
"Please," he whispered, "please, no more games. Let me put my cock in you now."
She arched an eyebrow. "Not unless you can give me a really good fuck."
"Oh, I can," Herbert murmured, "the best you ever had. Look at my prick, how big and long it is. Wouldn't you like to feel that inside you?"
The girl stepped closer and reached out to touch his swollen meat. Her eyes sparkled. "Yes," she said and grinned, "yes, I would. Go ahead, put it in, and I'll tell you if I like it."
Herbert was shaking with excitement now as he neared the climax of his fantasy. But the wash cloth was no good for this part, it didn't feel like the slick, tight tunnel of a young girl's cunt. He glanced around, then tossed aside the wet cloth and seized two bars of soap, ran water over them, and took a bar in each fist. Holding the slippery bars close together, he jabbed the creaming tip of his aching cock between them, let it slide their length. Yes, yes, great idea! That was just right!
He hurried back to his fantasy, in which the girl was standing before him, her pretty legs slightly spread, presenting the curly dark hair of her mons as a target. Herbert poised the purplish bloated tip of his cock before the two bars of soap, just as he might aim at the juicy indentation of her cunt mouth.
"Ready?" he grinned. "I think you'll like this!" He thrust his cock into the slick, tight nest, moaning at the pleasant friction.
"Ohhhh!" gasped his fantasy girl. "Oh, yes, it feels great! Fuck me, yes, fuck me!"
Herbert began pumping his stiff prick rapidly between the two bars of soap, imagining the pretty young girl writhing and squealing before him as he stuffed her narrow but eager cunt. She loved it, God, how she loved it! He longed for such a girl, a girl who loved to screw. Not like Hilda, a cold and motionless mound of fat who accepted his lunging prick as she might receive a rattlesnake. Hilda, Hilda, he thought dizzily, why can't you wake up, why can't you open yourself to the greatest pleasure there is? But he quickly forgot Hilda, even forgot his fantasy girl, as a thundering orgasm shook his body and his cock noisily spat streaks of cum into the sink.
He managed to stifle incipient yelps of joy, and moments later he was leaning dizzy and drained against the sink, feeling a little foolish now. My, my, he thought, I do believe the magic's gone out of my marriage! No, that wasn't accurate. There never had been any magic in it. He and Hilda, both raised by strict, puritanical parents, had grown up believing that sex is nasty, that nice people take no pleasure in it, and this belief had ruined their sex life before it even got started. He had no doubt that it was too late for Hilda. She was so repressed, so inhibited, that she would never change. But he, Herbert Archer, had somehow come alive this year, awake to the incredible pleasures of sex. Herbert sighed: he wanted to ball every pretty woman he saw, but he was reduced to fucking two bars of soap. Ludicrous, he thought, stuffing his limp cock back into his pajamas and turning out the bathroom light. This whole thing is ludicrous. But what else can I do? He crawled into bed beside a snoring Hilda....
CHAPTER TWO
Hilda had just stepped out of the shower, naked and dripping, when the doorbell rang. Damn, she thought, I should never try to shower in the afternoon-there's always something!With Herbert still at work, there was no one to answer the door but her. Again the doorbell rang, and Hilda grabbed the nearest available garment, a filmy black negligee, fumbled into it, and hurried to the door.
She opened the door and gawked. It was Barry, the twelve-year-old paper boy, a blue-eyed, tow-headed, tan boy who was very familiar to her. But she was struck with his remarkable resemblance to the young hero of last night's movie, the beautiful teenager who had aroused her to the unthinkable act of masturbation. My God, yes, Barry looked just like him!
"Why, hello, Barry," she stammered. "What can I do for you?"
"I-uh, came to collect for the paper," the boy replied, blushing.
Hilda wondered at his confusion. Barry had never shown signs of shyness before. Then she realized that he was staring goggle-eyed at her body. Oh, my God, the negligee! You could see through it!
Indeed you could. Barry had done a double take when Hilda first opened the door. For a second he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dignified, dowdy Mrs. Archer stood there in the doorway, her manner much the same as usual, but he could see right through the gown she was wearing, her tits and navel and a lot of dark hair in a triangular patch on her lower belly. He'd never seen a woman's body before, and in spite of himself he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Hilda realized that if Barry could see through her negligee, so could the neighbors. "You'd better come inside, Barry," she said quickly. "I'll have to hunt for my purse."
The gawking boy stumbled slightly as he entered, and when Hilda closed the door behind them, he was still staring, red-faced but fascinated. She went off to find her purse, and Barry gaped at the sight of her plump white buttocks beneath the thin gown. Oh, jeez, wait till he told the guys about this!
As Hilda went to the bedroom to find her purse, a wild idea occurred to her, something even more wicked than what she had done to herself in bed last night. Her conscience rejected the scheme immediately, but her cunt, which had no conscience, contracted sharply and creamed, sending a hot trickle of juice down her inner thigh. Oh, God, it might work! It just might work! She knew only that she wanted to keep Barry in the house for a while, to enjoy his remarkable resemblance to her fantasized lover of last night. Naked, would he look the same? What would his boyish cock be like?
When she returned with her purse, Barry's reaction was just as she'd hoped. He couldn't resist glancing at her body again, though he blushed as he did so.
"Why, Barry!" she said and laughed. "I hardly think I'm Miss Universe! Haven't you ever seen a woman undressed before?"
The boy looked as if he might faint from embarrassment, but Hilda's calm and friendly smile gave him the courage to speak. "Oh, golly, Mrs. Archer!" he squeaked. "I'm sorry for being so rude! It's just that-well, no, I never saw a naked lady before. Please forgive me for staring!"
"I'm not angry, Barry," replied Hilda warmly. "You can look all you like." And she unfastened the silk cord of the negligee and let the garment fall off her shoulders to flutter lightly to the floor.
Barry's blue eyes widened till they threatened to pop, and his mouth fell open. Holy shit, this just couldn't be happening! Mrs. Archer had taken off her gown right in front of him, invited him to look at her naked body! Well, he sure as hell wasn't going to miss a chance like this, no matter how crazy the situation! Swallowing hard, still blushing deeply, Barry walked closer to Hilda and let his eyes sweep over her.
She was a little plump and saggy, but not actually too bad for a middle-aged woman, he decided. Her tits were average size, so far as he could judge, but nicely rounded, with pretty pink nipples, the skin very white and traced with faint blue veins. She was big in the waist, hips, and belly, but her ass was pleasantly rounded like her breasts, soft and pale. But what chiefly interested Barry was the dark triangle of curly hair at the bottom of her belly. He was aware that adults grew hair around their genitals, but he'd had no idea exactly how it looked, and he hadn't expected it to be so pretty. Automatically he reached out to touch it, then jerked his hand back, blushing hard. She'd said he could look, but she hadn't invited him to paw her!
"That's all right, Barry," Hilda purred. "You can touch me if you like."
He glanced at her unbelievingly, saw her smile of encouragement, and sighed. Too much! Already he could hear himself telling his pals about it. "She let me touch her tits and pussy and everything!" But, hell, they wouldn't believe it! Even he couldn't believe it!
Gingerly Barry extended a tan, slightly grubby hand and ran his fingers lightly over Hilda's darkhaired snatch. It was soft, very soft, nice to touch. He petted it with more confidence, and beneath the black curls he could feel plump hot flesh. It seemed so funny, no cock or balls, but he liked it. Eagerly the boy ran his hands up Hilda's cushiony body till he was touching her fat white breasts. He had never felt skin so thin and soft and warm, and he shivered a little and sighed as he ran his palms over the plump globes. Her pink nipples had a bumpy surface, and when he touched them, Mrs. Archer sighed softly, as if she enjoyed it.
Yes, her boobs were nice, all right, but he wanted to get back to that mysterious patch of fur. All her female organs, the parts he was dying to see, were behind it somewhere. He slid his hand down again to press the curly dark hairs, feeling the plump mound of flesh beneath, then wriggled a finger through the little forest of curls and found lip-like contours. He nudged his finger between the lips and encountered slick hairless flesh, very hot and moist. Mrs. Archer gasped.
"Oh, golly, Mrs. Archer!" cried Barry. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Barry," she crooned, "just fine. I like to be touched there. You may continue."
She spread her legs a little, so he could get his hand between them, then closed her eyes and concentrated on the thrill of being touched in the most sensitive part of her body. Even his brief play with her breasts had made her desperately horny, and now his little fingers tweaking and rubbing her clit were driving her wild.
"Ahhhh, yes, Barry!" she sighed. "Yes, keep doing that, it feels very nice!"
Barry wasn't certain what he was touching, some fat little bump of flesh, but he wanted to please her. She had been so nice to him, letting him see and touch her body. He took the moist nub between thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze it gently and rhythmically.
"Like that, Mrs. Archer?" he inquired. "Is that how you like it?"
"That's lovely, Barry!" she gasped. "Just do it a little more, please, just for a moment!"
Sharp stings of pleasure shot from her clit as the boy's fingers squeezed it, and then Hilda moaned as a small but infinitely sweet orgasm waved out from her fat bud, making her cunt convulse and squirt.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed. "Oh, Barry, that was so nice!" She rubbed her thighs together to catch the hotly trickling cunt juices, then smiled at the boy. "Now I'll do something pleasant for you," she purred.
Before Barry quite knew what was happening, Hilda was on her knees before him, her tits swaying with her movement, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and pulling his jeans down over his ass. He was very embarrassed because he hadn't worn shorts that day, and she could see his cock and balls. But Hilda did not appear shocked. She was smiling as she reached around and briefly squeezed his buttocks, then eyed his little limp cock and flushed sagging balls. He heard her breathe in sharply.
"Oh," she murmured, "they're sweet! Just like I'd hoped!"
It was true-the young boy's drooping penis and flaccid testicles were just as she had imagined her dream lover's to be, pure and hairless and pretty. His uncircumcised prick ended in a little wrinkled point, and the slim shaft was almost blue-white in its paleness. The small organ was about the size of her middle finger, as she'd fantasized, but it possessed a kind of cuddly softness that her finger lacked. In contrast to her husband's big wiry-haired balls, Barry's testicles were nude and rosy pink, the surface delicately ridged. It was all there before her, like a dream come true, but did she dare to do more than look? He was only a little boy, after all, and it would be wicked and immoral to seduce him. Well, a little touching would do no harm, surely.
Hilda swallowed hard, then reached out and took Barry's drooping little penis in her hand. Dear God, it was sweet! So warm, soft, and pleasant to touch! She curled her fingers around it, gave it a little pump in her fist, and delighted in the way the silky thin skin slipped and slid. Laying the fat little cock in her palm, she used thumb and forefinger to test the wrinkled tip, working the loose skin back to expose the very tip of the tiny red glans. But then she hesitated:
"I'm not hurting you, am I, Barry?"
The boy started, as if he'd been daydreaming. "Huh? Oh, no, Mrs. Archer! It feels good," he said and sighed.
As a matter-of-fact, he wished she'd go on all day playing with his cock. He'd been ashamed and a little nervous when she took down his pants and started looking at his penis and testicles, but as soon as she began to touch him, all his apprehension vanished, replaced by the lulling, sweet pleasure of her touch. It was especially good when she started working back his foreskin. Barry didn't understand why it should all be so pleasant, but he sure as hell wasn't going to protest!
Hilda happily went back to tweaking the sweet little point of his prick, gently but steadily slipping the skin back till she had uncovered the red nut beneath. She admired its delicate cleft and pinpoint hole, then tested the surface with her finger: moist, silky, hot. Barry sighed and closed his eyes, and Hilda, sensing his pleasure in being touched on that most sensitive of spots, began to trace her fingertip lightly around the little red glans, slowly circling and rubbing. The boy shivered and sighed again.
"Aw, jeez, Mrs. Archer!" he whined. "That feels so great! I-Hey, what the hell?"
They both stared. Under the steady stimulation of Hilda's finger, his small prick had suddenly stiffened and lengthened, till now, as Hilda released it, it stood straight up, nuzzling his belly. She saw that his balls had swelled up, too, filling their sac and flushing deep red.
"Jesus!" exclaimed Barry, puzzled and a little alarmed. "Look how big my cock got! It never did that before! And my balls feel funny, all tight and stiff! What's wrong with me, Mrs. Archer?"
Hilda felt a sudden spurt of saliva in her mouth, and she swallowed before replying softly, "Nothing's wrong with you, Barry. This is perfectly normal. When a woman does nice things to your cock, it swells up and gets hard."
"I can see that," Barry replied, "but why? What does it get big for?"
Hilda blushed. She had not intended to make this a sex education session. In fact she could hardly bring herself to talk about sex, even to her husband. But the boy seemed worried, and she had to calm him.
"Well, Barry," she said hesitantly, "it's so you can put your penis into a woman and squirt out your seed, to make babies. Do you know anything about that?"
"Oh, yeah," answered Barry, "my Dad told me about it. I understand now, except for one thing he didn't make clear. Just where does a guy put his cock, when he puts it in the woman?"
Hilda blushed even redder. "In her vagina, a special hole between her legs."
"Could I see yours?" Barry asked eagerly.
"Not now, dear," Hilda answered, horribly embarrassed. Things were getting out of hand, and she wanted to distract the boy from the subject of fucking. Abruptly she realized how she could do it and, at the same time, satisfy a peculiar urge which had been growing in her since the first moment she'd seen his pretty little penis. For reasons she could not understand, and in spite of her distaste for the idea in the abstract, Hilda knew she wanted to take Barry's prick in her mouth and suck on it. Why this crazy urge? The idea of oral sex had always repelled her, and she had never permitted Herbert even to touch her genitals, nor had she ever touched his. But with Barry it was different. His little cock was so pure, so clean and inviting. Saliva kept rushing to her mouth as she looked at and played with his tiny stiff prick, and suddenly she gave in to her lust and sucked the little rod into her mouth.
"Hey! Ahhhh! Ohhh!" cried Barry, alarmed both by her sudden weird action and by the dizzying pleasure he felt as his cock was sucked into the hot juice of her mouth. "Hey, Mrs. Archer, what're you doing?"
Hilda pulled her hungry mouth off his cock for a moment to reply in a breathless voice, "Don't be afraid, Barry! This is going to be very pleasant. I'm going to let you squirt your seed in my mouth. It's called cumming, and I know you'll like it. Just relax and let me do the work."
Barry's reply turned into a shrill squeal of joy as she sucked his prick swiftly back inside. Hilda hoped he would lose himself in pleasure and forget his fears: she couldn't bear to be interrupted again. It was delicious, feeling that stiff little prick in the curl of her tongue, rubbing her palate and the lining of her cheeks, like sucking on candy. She worked her tongue-tip all around the silk-skinned glans, savoring its light salty taste, and then she began to suck on the boy's small hard cock very fast, very vigorously, suddenly wild with excitement to have him cum, to feel his virgin cream spurting into her throat. She didn't understand this crazy urge, she only obeyed it, grabbing his small tight ass and pulling him up close to her to get the full length of his cock.
Barry felt hot wet pressure all around his stiff little penis, delicious bathing and sucking and tonguing that made him wildly excited. He gasped, steadied himself by clutching Hilda's shoulders, and obeyed the urge to pump his hips, feeding her his small rod in short, sharp strokes. Something was tingling in the very tip of his cock, and then the beautiful sensation was spreading to his whole body, while his balls seemed to clench and unclench, his cock to ripple and strain. He felt a sweet burning sensation in the hole of his glans, then realized that he was starting to squirt his seed into Mrs. Archer's mouth.
"Aw, shit, yeah!" he squealed. "Ahhhhh!"
Hilda gulped his shooting seed, greedy for all of it, till she pumped him dry. The trembling boy collapsed in her arms, and she laid him tenderly on the rug, licking her lips clean of delicious cum.
"Ummmm!" she murmured. "So nice! Let me get just a little more, darling." She bent swiftly over the supine boy and licked his floppy little penis clean of its dribbling seed.
"Oh, wow, Mrs. Archer!" sighed Barry. "I never felt anything so great in my life! Thanks a lot!"
"It was my pleasure, Barry," Hilda replied. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Did I ever enjoy it!" he chuckled. "What did you say it was called, cumming?"
"That's right, dear," cooed Hilda. "And earlier, when you played with that little lump between my legs, you made me cum, too."
"Oh, so that's what happened?" Barry said wonderingly. "Golly, Mrs. Archer, I didn't get to finish looking at you, either. Could I do that now? Could-?"
He stopped abruptly, and both of them held quite still as they heard a car pulling into the driveway. Hilda's heart leaped. My God, she'd forgotten all about the time! That would be Herbert, home from work!
"Quick, Barry!" she whispered urgently. "Pull up your pants and get out by the back door! My husband will be furious if he finds us like this!"
Barry obeyed, and Mrs. Archer gave him a playful slap on the ass as he scurried out of the room. She heard him close the back door, and in the next second Herbert was entering by the front. She had managed to slip back into her negligee, but she knew she looked flushed and dishevelled.
Herbert did not even notice. He wheezed past her with a casual, " 'Lo, dear. Do anything interesting today?"
Oh, no, Hilda thought to herself, I just sucked off the paper boy! She answered her husband dully, "No, nothing much. How was your day?"
"The usual," said Herbert, slumping into his chair. "How about a drink?"
"Right away, dear," Hilda said. "I think I'll have one, too."
CHAPTER THREE
Hilda ended up having three drinks before dinner and, not being used to much alcohol, spent the evening rather drunk. Fortunately, Herbert noticed nothing. They spent their usual silent, indifferent evening, reading the newspaper and watching television. Hilda was a little ashamed of her overindulgence in cocktails, but she welcomed the numbness of thought. Now that the first excitement of making love to Barry had passed, she was horrified at what she'd done. All her life sex had left her cold, and in recent years she'd been relieved when Herbert reduced his demands to a few quick fucks a year. Sexy movies and novels had never aroused her. What, then, had come over her in the past few days? What had possessed her to let a little boy play with her clit, to take his cock in her mouth and gulp his cum? She was almost certain now that it was a hormone imbalance of some sort, connected with the menopause, and that she ought to see a doctor about it. But it would be so embarrassing, having to tell him about her chronic horniness, that she wasn't sure she could bring herself to do it.
At nine o'clock she excused herself and went to bed, unable to masquerade before Herbert any longer. It was her intention to go right to sleep, but to her annoyance, sleep would not come. She could not get her mind off the young paper boy, Barry, and her unbelievable episode with him that afternoon. Thanks to the three cocktails, however, she had ceased to think of the adventure with shock any longer; instead, she felt a return of desire. She began to imagine that Barry was there with her in bed.
How would he behave if that were the case? That afternoon he had seemed very innocent of sex, yet willing, even eager, to enjoy its pleasures once she had instructed him. If he enjoyed being sucked off, why would he not enjoy other ways of cumming? Hilda imagined him naked beside her under the covers, wriggling with impatience to get on with whatever game she had invited him for, plying her with questions about it: "What are we gonna do, Mrs. Archer? Will you suck my cock again?"
"No, Barry, darling," she replied to her imaginary boy-lover, "we're going to do something much nicer than that. We're going to fuck."
Hilda was immediately embarrassed at her own wicked thoughts. He was only a child, for heaven's sake! How could she even think of introducing him to an activity for which he was far too young? Yet, on the other hand, how would it be different, really, from making him cum in her mouth? Hilda struggled, with her conscience and with her overpowering lust, and finally succumbed completely to her horny fantasy of Barry. It wouldn't hurt just to dream.
Yes, he would be naked beside her, and she would run her hands over his trim young body, exploring all of it but concentrating on the parts she liked best, the tight pucker of his anus, the small fruit of his balls, and the wobbly little prick that had been in her mouth only a few hours ago. She would lick and kiss and suck between his slim legs till he grew excited, till his balls tightened and filled and his small cock sprang hard and erect.
"Now, Barry," she would whisper eagerly, "climb onto me and put your cock in my cunt!"
But of course he wouldn't know what to do, she would have to show him. She imagined easing his sweet young body over her, till he wriggled against her tits, belly and thighs. She jabbed her middle finger around between her legs, against thigh and clit and vulva, as he might blindly poke his little stiff prick in his virgin efforts to penetrate her. The touch, the very thought, was enough to make her cunt cream heavily in delighted anticipation. "Yes, darling," she whispered, "that's right, you're almost there!"
Feverishly, Hilda used her own finger to imitate Barry's excited but fumbling thrusts. She spread her thighs wider, jerked her pelvis up to assist his frantic poking. "Hurry, hurry, dear!" she urged huskily. "Get your cock into me! I need it so badly!"
Her finger slid into the wet indentation of her cunt mouth, and she arched her pelvis to receive it. "Yes, Barry," she crooned, "Yes, there! Put it in there!" She imagined the boy's excited breathing as his sensitive glans nosed into the moist heat of her vagina, and then she gasped with joy as her finger eased stiffly up her cunt as far as it could go.
"Oh, my God, yes!" she whined. "Yes, darling, you're fucking me now! Do it fast and hard!"
Her finger obeyed, in imitation of Barry's small hard cock, reaming and poking her soaked cunt swiftly, stiffly. Her vagina was so juicy by now that the process was obscenely noisy, with slurping and sucking sounds at every thrust. But Hilda was oblivious of the noise, unconscious of anything but the wonderful feeling of being penetrated and probed. She imagined how Barry would feel, his little cock bathed for the first time in the burning wetness of a woman's cunt, how he would jab and thrust in the instinctive need for friction. Oh, God, how beautiful it would be to have him doing it to her! Even if it was wrong in real life, she could at least imagine it.
The shaft of her flying finger rubbed deliciously over clit and vulva, then hard between the clenched muscular walls of her vagina. Over and over again she thrust her finger, all the time arching her pelvis higher, holding herself rigidly, breathing faster and louder. She was close, so close.
"Barry!" she gasped. "Oh, darling Barry, it's so good! Ohhhhh! AHHHHHHH!"
Hilda gave a loud sob of delight as a powerful orgasm broke inside her, wracking her plump body and making her jerk her hips violently. Still wailing and moaning, she worked her finger even faster and deeper, drawing out the beautiful sensations of cumming. At last, with a final sob of relief, she fell back exhausted on the bed, her dripping finger trailing from her cunt. At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and Herbert tiptoed into the darkened room, apparently thinking her asleep. Hilda stilled her loud breathing and lay very quietly until her husband had found his pajamas and gone into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Oh, Herbert, she thought, why couldn't you ever make me feel like this, so fulfilled, so well fucked? Briefly she pitied him, but she was already falling asleep....
Herbert Archer closed the bathroom door with a sigh of relief. He'd prayed that his wife would be asleep so that he could take his time in the bathroom and not worry about whether she was listening. Damn, it was a nuisance, though, the way he seemed to be horny all the time lately! After last night's magnificent jerk-off, he'd been sure he wouldn't need another for a week at least. But here he was again, same time, same place, with a cock so hard it ached. Not because of any television show this time, either. He almost blushed to recall the tiny incident responsible for his condition, the almost insignificant thing that had kept him lusty all day.
When he'd returned to his office after lunch that day, he had called in his secretary, Miss Devon, to take some dictation. Herbert did not have a high opinion of Miss Devon. In fact, she was a featherbrain, completely incompetent as a secretary, and he planned to fire her as soon as he found a replacement. But he had to admit that she was a cute little thing, blonde and giggly and no more than seventeen years old. Today she had taken his dictation as usual, frowning and misusing half the words and asking him to slow down, till he was ready to let her go on the spot. But he'd contained himself and had finally managed to get the letters dictated. Then, as Miss Devon was leaving the room, she dropped her stenographic tablet and leaned over to retrieve it, her cute little ass turned toward Herbert. Her microskirt was inadequate to the task, and Herbert was treated to a brief glimpse of tight, round buttocks in white lace panties. The result was an immediate cock-stand, so that he had to remain behind his desk for some time. And all day he was plagued with that vision of Miss Devon's shapely ass, plagued with wild fantasies of touching and fondling her there.
Now, at last, he could do something about it! Herbert quickly took off his clothes, and as he did so, a delightful fantasy took shape in his mind. He was at the office, naked behind his desk, and he rang for Miss Devon. She flounced in, popping her chewing gum, then gawked. "Why, Mr. Archer!" he imagined her squealing. "You're not wearing any clothes!"
"How observant of you, my dear," he replied dryly, rising and crossing the room to stand before her. His cock was long, immensely hard, and she gaped at it as he approached. "I was wondering if you wanted to earn a raise. I think you can guess how."
Miss Devon was dumb in other respects, but in this instance she caught on fast. "Oh, Mr. Archer!" she said and giggled. "How naughty!"
Herbert grinned. "Well, how about it, Miss Devon? Shorthand and typing are not required."
She grinned, too, and reached out to tickle his balls. At this stage in his fantasy, Herbert readied the two bars of soap, which would represent his secretary's slick little cunt, wetting them with warm water, then holding one in each hand, ready for the stiff entrance of his prick. Then, returning to his daydream, he guided the giggling girl to his desk and instructed her to lean over it, resting on her elbows and presenting her pretty, round ass to him. His cock twitched eagerly as he imagined raising her skirt up to her waist, then easing down the pretty white lace panties to uncover her superbly shaped buttocks, warm and rosy from sitting. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them, making Miss Devon giggle even more shrilly, then abruptly stuffed his fat stiff penis into her tiny cunt. It was very tight, hot, and juicy.
"Oooooo! Mr. Archer!" his fantasy girl squealed. "Your cock is so big! I just love it!"
Herbert imagined himself grinning, seizing her hips, and worming his bloated prick up her steaming passage till he butted her womb. At the same time he began to work his cock swiftly between the slippery bars of soap, delighting in the hard but silky friction. In his fantasy he balled Miss Devon very fast and hard, making her little belly slap against the desk with every stroke, forcing the cream from her cunt to splatter against his thighs, while she wriggled and squeaked in obvious pleasure.
"Oh, Mr. Archer!" she panted. "Your fucking is great! Yes, yes, give it to me! Ohhhhh!"
Herbert gave a loud snort of pleasure as he felt hot cum squirting from his rippling cock, and it was all he could do to aim it into the sink. It was an explosive, dizzying climax, giving him wild visions of Miss Devon cumming just as violently, wailing her delight, nipping him with her tight little cunt and milking him dry. At last his spasms passed, and he sank to the floor with a long sigh of fulfillment. When he had caught his breath again he muttered, "Oh, Christ, I'd give anything for a fuck like that!"
But later, when he had put on his pajamas and gotten quietly into bed beside his plump, snoring wife, he knew how hopeless his wish was. Poor old Hilda, she could never respond like that, not in a million years! If he was ever going to get properly laid, it would have to be by someone else....
CHAPTER FOUR
The next afternoon Hilda prepared very carefully for Barry, who would be delivering the paper around 3:30. She showered, spent a long time doing her hair and putting on make-up, and splashed her body with a light but seductive cologne. Finally she dressed in a single garment, the see-through black negligee which had so excited the boy the day before. She could not erase the difference in their ages, but she could appear as attractive as possible. Already her cunt was creamy with readiness, even though she had no clear idea of what she wanted to do with Barry. It would be enough, this time, to get all his clothes off and play with his handsome young body, perhaps to end by sucking him off again. Still, more might happen....
Hilda spent the rest of the time almost squirming with lust, and by 3:30 she felt that even a sneeze would bring her to climax. She peeked through the living room curtain, watching for Barry, and when she finally saw him starting down the block on his bicycle, she had to restrain the urge to rush to the door and call him in. That would be foolhardy, letting the neighbors see her in her negligee. She must wait and let Barry come to the door.
But to her immense disappointment, the blond boy merely sped by the house on his bike, tossing the paper onto the front porch and giving one quick, blushing glance at the window before passing out of view. Damn! What was the matter with that kid? Didn't he want to have more fun with her? But Hilda knew, from his glance, that Barry's uncertainty and shyness had prevented him from stopping. No doubt he considered yesterday's performance a temporary fit of madness on her part, too good to be repeated.
She was ready to cry with frustration. Dear God, she needed to be fucked! She was hornier than she'd ever dreamed possible! She had waited all day to find relief with Barry, and now there was nothing she could do except frig herself. Somehow that seemed totally inadequate to her need. But what else could she do?
With a wail of frustration, Hilda plopped onto the sofa, opened her negligee, and began to rub her swollen clit. The sensation was pleasant, but nothing like the wild excitement she craved. She had just leaned back and closed her eyes, to savor her own touch, when someone began knocking at the back door.
Blushing and hastily wiping her sticky finger on her thigh, she hurried to the kitchen, fastening her negligee as she went, but, in her confusion, completely forgetting that the garment was transparent. She looked out the window and saw a grocery delivery truck pulled up in the driveway-Christ, she'd been so preoccupied with Barry all day, she'd forgotten about her order! That would have been nice, to have the delivery boy interrupt her in the midst of sucking Barry's prick! She opened the back door.
Fred, the delivery boy, a freckled redhead of thirteen, was ready with his professional grin of greeting, but when he saw Mrs. Archer, he did a double take. Holy shit, he exclaimed to himself, I can see her tits and her snatch and everything! Always a good worker, Fred managed to freeze his grin and jerk his eyes away from her body, but he was ready to gawk again at the first opportunity.
"Oh, hello, Fred," Hilda said absently. "How are you?"
"Just fine, Mrs. Archer," leered Fred. "Should I bring in your groceries?"
"Yes, please. Put them on the kitchen table as usual."
Fred turned away, humming, to get the grocery bags, speculating on his chances of having another good look at Mrs. Archer. Although he was only a year older than Barry, Fred was far more advanced both in physical maturity and in his knowledge of sex. His information, to be sure, was the garbled variety one usually gets from one's peers, but he had the fundamental facts correct. And he had been aching to test some of his knowledge. Not that there was a chance in the world, he thought, of Mrs. Archer letting him do anything, but at least he could look, could get some idea of what the mature female body was like. He could tell from her distracted manner that her mind was on something else, that she was unaware that he could see through her gown. He intended to take every advantage of that fact.
Fred, still humming, carried in the grocery bags, hoping that his partner, Denny, a young man who drove the delivery truck, would be gone as long as usual. Denny had carried a box of groceries across the street to a young divorcee's house, after grinning at Fred and hinting at some delay. The hint was not necessary. Denny always delayed at the divorcee's house, and Fred was finally understanding why. Crap, he thought to himself, he probably fucks her! The lucky bastard! Come to think of it, there were a lot of houses in town where Denny delayed, all of them occupied by pretty young women who were single, divorced, or widowed. Fred sighed enviously. Well, at least today he wouldn't be left out entirely: instead of sitting in the truck tapping his foot, he could look through Mrs. Archer's dress.
Hilda waited impatiently while Fred brought in the groceries. The boy was so efficient most of the time, she couldn't understand why he was dawdling now. He was perfectly capable of carrying two bags at once, but he was bringing them in one at a time, chatting away animatedly, grinning at her, moving with infuriating slowness. She wished he would quit staring at her. Was she unbuttoned or something? Then, abruptly, she gasped. The negligee! My God, no wonder the kid was gawking! He could see everything!
Fred observed her gasp and the deep blush that followed. Rats, she'd caught on! He treated himself to one more glance, taking in her plump white breasts with their pointed red nipples, then flashing to her dark triangle of pussy fur. Shit, he'd like to touch her there, see what it was like! But no way. He assumed a business-like expression and met her eyes, which were wide with embarrassment and shock.
"Okay, Mrs. Archer," he said, as if he noticed nothing unusual, "that's it. Do you want to pay now, or should we bill you?"
Hilda had been thinking fast. Her first impulse, once she'd realized that Fred had been ogling her body, was to get him out of her house, quickly. She didn't like the boy's knowing grin, his nasty expression as he looked her over. He seemed to know far too much for his age. She had the awful, sinking feeling that he would hasten to tell his friends all about this piece of luck: "Jeez, guess what? I delivered groceries to the Archers today, and Mrs. Archer had on this dress you could see through! No kidding, I saw it all!"
Hilda shuddered. There was nothing she could do about that, of course, but she could at least get the smart-ass kid out of her kitchen. Yet as she studied him, she found herself wondering if he at all resembled Barry. He wasn't much older. Would his immature prick be as white, plump and sweet as the other boy's? She knew that, if she chose, she would have no trouble finding out. His grin was an open invitation. She was suddenly acutely conscious of the swelling of her clit and labia, their hunger for friction. Yes, she would have no trouble at all with a boy like Fred....
"Tell you what, Fred," she said a little nervously. "I see your partner isn't back yet. I've noticed you waiting for him in the truck many times, looking bored. Why don't you wait here instead? It might be a little less dull, even if you have to spend the time with an old lady like me."
"Jeez, Mrs. Archer," Fred said softly, "I don't think you're old! And I know I won't be bored!" He looked unabashedly at her breasts. Man, if she was gonna invite it, he was more than ready! He moved a little closer to her, his bright green eyes riveted to her dark pointed nipples.
Hilda licked her lips nervously, wondering now if she'd done the right thing. The boy was too knowing, too brash, for her tastes; he had immediately seen through her polite words, had correctly interpreted them as an invitation-otherwise he wouldn't have the nerve to walk right up to her and stare at her tits. His rudeness made her angry.
"What are you staring at?" she snapped.
Fred flashed her a mocking grin. "Oh, pardon my manners!" he said affectedly. "But I couldn't help noticing this piece of lint on your dress. Right here." And he reached out and ran his hand over one breast, slowly, teasingly.
Hilda felt his touch through the thin material almost as if on her bare flesh. It was delicious. She barely suppressed a sigh, and she felt her cunt dribbling hot juice that trickled down her inner thighs. Much as she disliked the boy, she wanted him to play with her tits, and she did not move as Fred extended his other hand and drew her dress open to bare her breasts. He gawked briefly, then began to fondle one tit in each hand, rather roughly, but nevertheless making Hilda shudder with horniness.
"You sure got nice tits, Mrs. Archer," he said and chuckled, "real nice!"
Hilda blushed furiously. My God, she thought, what am I doing? How did I get into a situation like this? The grinning delivery boy was tweaking her nipples now, rubbing them erect and tingling, and the delicious sensation communicated itself straight to her cunt, which spurted another flood of hot juice. She rubbed her thighs together to halt the trickle. Fred gave her a malicious grin.
"Does Mr. Archer play with your tits, too?" he asked. "I just wondered-he doesn't look like the type that would."
"Fred!" Hilda gasped. "Really! Of all the impertinent-"
"Aw, can it!" laughed Fred. Hilda stifled an indignant retort: the boy was right, she was being hypocritical. My God, hadn't she met him at the door in a see-through gown, invited him to stay, let him open her dress and fondle her breasts? After all that, she could hardly object to his language.
Hilda started as she felt Fred's hand slipping between her thighs, then coming to rest on her furry mons where it squeezed and tickled. "Fred!" she cried. "You mustn't-" And then she stopped. Again she was a hypocrite. Fred noted her hesitation, then quickly knelt for a better view of her mysterious female parts. He petted the soft curls of her snatch, then opened the plump hairy lips to see what they concealed. Rapidly he reviewed all his knowledge of women's anatomy: no cock or balls, but a hole somewhere between their legs, called the cunt, where a guy was supposed to stick his cock. He supposed that was what Denny was doing now over at the divorcee's house, putting his fat stiff prick into her hole. Well, with any luck, he, Fred, would make out, too. Shit, if she'd let him go this far, it might just happen! He could hardly believe his good fortune, but he intended to pursue it as far as possible.
Fred stared at a small red bump of flesh between Hilda's furry mons lips, a quivering, moist nub whose function he could not guess. He rubbed it with his fingertip, and Hilda moaned. He saw a creamy white substance trickling down her legs. He wondered for a moment if he had hurt her, but when she said nothing, he rubbed the little red bump again. Yes, she seemed to like it....
Hilda felt the last of her resistance fading fast. She did not like this impertinent red-haired boy, but his touch was arousing her almost beyond endurance. She could think of nothing but finding relief for the nagging demand in her cunt. Now she felt the boy's exploring fingers trailing along her labia, poking inquisitively at the dripping mouth of her cunt, testing the clenched hole of her anus. God help her, she couldn't resist what she was about to do ...!
"Fred," she said hoarsely, "why don't we go into the bedroom? It's more private there."
The boy sprang to his feet and gave her an intimate leer. "Sure, Mrs. Archer, whatever you say!" he answered slyly.
Hilda desperately wished that it was Barry she was leading into the bedroom and not this cocky red-head. She avoided looking at him, not wanting to meet his knowing eyes. But she had to have him! As soon as she had closed the bedroom door, she turned to him, trembling and flushing, and began removing his clothes. Fred stood still, hands on hips, grinning while she undressed him, confident now that the dumpy middle-aged woman was going to give him his first experience of sex. Oh, wow, wait till he told the guys about this! He could still hardly believe it was all happening, especially now as she knelt before him and reached out to play with his cock.
Hilda discovered that Fred's body was slim and healthy, although she was not attracted by his pale white freckled skin. His cock and balls were larger than Barry's but still immature, and he had no erection yet. She took his flabby little prick in the palm of one hand and began to stroke it gently, and the small organ twitched slightly under her touch. When she began easing back the wrinkled foreskin, Fred gave an involuntary sigh.
"Hey," he muttered, "that feels good! Keep doin' it, will ya?"
"Of course, dear," Hilda replied breathlessly, "whatever you like!" She was lost now, ready to shame herself completely before the mocking boy. Touching his cock had done it. She wanted nothing more now than to go on playing with that adorable little prick, regardless of her feelings toward its owner. Swiftly she retracted the foreskin, uncovering the dark red glans, then snaked out her tongue to circle it, working her tongue tip into the tiny dark hole to taste his essence. Fred shivered delightedly.
Under her swift, hot licking, Fred's small penis quivered, then sprang erect and hard. He knew what that meant, that his cock was ready for fucking, but Mrs. Archer made no move in that direction. She just went on licking his cock like it was candy. He'd never heard of that, of a woman using her mouth on a guy's cock, but it was so nice, he didn't care if she kept on doing it all afternoon. He grinned down at her, watching her big breasts sway with her work, then at her wet red tongue as it licked his penis. Suddenly she cupped his balls and began to squeeze them gently, and that felt good, too, very good.
"Ummm!" sighed Hilda. "Let me suck it a little now, dear!"
Fred was alarmed at her request, but before he could answer, she had drawn his stiff little prick into her mouth in one swift motion, and he felt the delicious hot bath of her saliva, the spongy flesh of her cheeks against his sensitive glans, the vacuum-like pressure of her sucking. Almost fainting with pleasure, he squealed, "Ahhhhh! Jesus, yeah, suck it! Suck it!"
Hilda, her mouth stuffed with small hard cock, was delighted to obey. She sucked Fred till he whinied and panted, till he began bucking his slim hips to feed her his prick in short swift strokes. She began to drool as she anticipated getting a mouthful of his salty cream. Yet, she realized, if she brought the boy off now, that would end the afternoon's fun, and there would be nothing left for her cunt. Very reluctantly, she let his plunging prick slip from her mouth.
"Aw, shit!" Fred exclaimed angrily. Why'd ya quit? Suck it back in!"
"I don't have time to explain now, Fred," she replied hastily, "but don't worry, the fun isn't over yet! Come and lie down on the bed."
Grudgingly the boy obeyed, and Hilda arranged him on his back with his legs spread, his small ass just at the edge of the bed. Then she knelt on the carpet, lowered her head between his legs, and began to lick his rosy, fat balls. Fred sighed contentedly: hell, this was even better than getting his cock sucked! Her tongue was hot, wet, a little rough, and she used it to massage and tickle every inch of his sensitive testicles, making him shiver with pleasure.
"Do you like that, dear?" she purred. "Is it nice when I lick your balls?"
"Oh, man, yeah!" sighed Fred. "Keep doin' it!"
Hilda obeyed, wondering what possessed her to do such a filthy thing. Her heart pounded at her own wickedness, yet she was enjoying it, happily tonguing the fat, tight little bags and savoring their taste. An even more wicked impulse came over her, and she suddenly slid her hands under Fred's buttocks, lifted him higher, and began to lick the pink puckered mouth of his anus. Fred squealed with delight, and then Hilda stuffed her tongue inside as far as it would go.
"Ohhhh! Jesus, you got your tongue up my ass!" shrilled Fred. "It's great! Ahhhh!"
Hilda worked her tongue vigorously in the tight pungent passage, eating him clean, and she could tell from the way he arched and tensed his body that he was close to cumming. She stopped before that happened, leaped to her feet, and threw off her negligee.
"Hey," whined Fred, "just when I get to like something, you stop! How come? I want you to stick your tongue in my ass again!"
"No, Fred," Hilda answered shakily, so horny she could hardly keep from jumping on him and impaling her hungry cunt on his stiff little cock, "not now. Now we're going to do the best thing of all. I'm going to let you fuck me."
"Holy shit!" cried Fred. In spite of all the remarkable things that had happened that afternoon, he'd never believed he would be this lucky. To actually do it! To actually stick his cock in her! Too much! He watched breathlessly as Hilda climbed onto the bed beside him, lay on her back, and spread her plump legs. Now he could see everything, all the bright red creamy parts between her legs. He recognized the cunt, or thought he did, a dark indentation at the center. He was dying to know what it would be like when he did it to her. Oh, Christ, waitll he told Denny!
Hilda held out her arms to him, and Fred clumsily climbed on top of her, his face coming just up to her big round breasts. "Now, now, my darling!" she crooned. "Put your cock inside! Do you know where to put it?"
"Yeah, sure," muttered Fred. In fact, he was suddenly unsure. The way she was holding him, crushing him to her tits, he couldn't see what he was doing. He jerked his hips, jabbed around with his prick, but nothing happened. Impatiently, he squirmed from her embrace and knelt between her legs, holding his stiff little cock and directing it toward what he supposed to be her cunt. He placed his swollen red glans just at the creaming entrance to the hole, enjoying the hot wetness, then hesitated. In his first fuck he didn't want to make any embarrassing blunders.
"This the right place?" he asked.
Hilda stifled a guffaw. For all his cockiness, Fred obviously was a virgin and had no idea what he was supposed to do. "Yes, dear," she said gently, "that's my cunt. Go ahead."
Fred gave a sigh of relief and eased his cock inside. Man, it was hot! It felt wonderful to have his achingly stiff prick clenched in those wet, silky walls, but he didn't know what to do next.
"Oh, my God!" moaned Hilda. "You're in me! I love the way your cock feels, Fred! Fuck me now, fuck me hard and fast!"
"Okay," replied Fred in a confident voice, though he was far from sure what she meant. He moved his small prick tentatively, in and out, and she moaned again and smiled at him, apparently liking it. Yeah, that's what he was supposed to do, jerking his cock in and out of her. Well, right on! That would feel great! In fact it was just what his body urged him to do. Falling onto her cushiony body, the boy began to pump his hips swiftly, his fat little balls banging against her plump thighs.
"Oh, yes, Fred, yes, that's it!" Hilda squealed. "Fast, darling, hard! Get it into me as far as you can!"
Fred obeyed, enjoying it immensely, but wondering how it could be any fun for a woman to get poked like that. Nevertheless Mrs. Archer seemed to be going crazy with pleasure, bucking her hips underneath him to get his cock deeper into her, moaning and squealing, nearly crushing him in her fat arms.
"Jeez, Mrs. Archer," he gasped, "you really like to fuck, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, darling," Hilda wailed mindlessly, "I love to fuck, yes! Ahhhh!"
"It sure is noisy, though, isn't it?" Fred observed, referring to the slurping and sucking noises his cock made every time it emerged from her soaked cunt.
Fred was beginning to find it hard to talk, anyway. Each time his sensitive cockhead butted the slick walls of her vagina, he felt a jolt of pleasure that made him moan. He began to feel as if he were rising up in the air, higher and higher, toward some beautiful destination, and he jabbed his cock into her harder than ever.
Hilda, too, felt the flying sensation, but she knew where it would lead, to the orgasm she so badly needed. His stiff, pounding little cock felt incredibly good inside her-she who had never liked to be penetrated and poked before. But Fred's wild, eager jabs were nothing like the few sluggish thrusts of Herbert's big cock. Herbert's fucking bored her, while Fred was driving her into a frenzy of pleasure.
"Oh, darling," she wailed, "you're fucking me so well! I love your little cock!"
Fred was insulted at its being called "little," but he was beyond reply. He felt a sudden burning wetness at the tip of his cock, and then, to his astonishment, he was squirting stream after stream of liquid into Mrs. Archer's cunt. His surprise was soon lost, however, in the intense pleasure he felt.
"Aw, Jesus!" he screeched. "Ahhhhh!"
Hilda wailed ecstatically as she received his hot cum, then felt her own climax thundering through her body. "Fuck, fuck!" she babbled. "Fuck me, darling, cum in me! AAaaaggghhhh!"
Hilda wakened from a brief faint to feel Fred's small prick going limp inside her, then slipping out. They both started violently as a horn honked outside the window.
"Oh, shit!" cried Fred. "That must be Denny! I forgot all about him!" The red-haired boy fumbled into his clothes, then paused to leer at Hilda. "Well, thanks a lot, Mrs. Archer," he said mockingly. "I really enjoyed balling you. I'll be back tomorrow to do it again."
"Fred," she protested, "I think not. I-"
"Tomorrow," he interrupted, "and any time I want to. Or I'll tell everybody in town."
Hilda only stared at the grinning boy as he turned and left. Well, now she'd really gotten herself into a fix! That nasty little brat really meant it, too! In the future she'd be at his mercy, and for what? The pleasant numbness in her cunt reminded her, however, of what Fred could do. For the first time in her life a man had made her cum. But Fred-a man? He was only a child. Wearily, Hilda dressed and went to start the dinner. Herbert was due home any minute, there was no time to think now....
Fred strode proudly out to the delivery truck and climbed in beside Denny, a homely but well-built young man in his early twenties.
"Jesus, man," Denny said impatiently, "where were you? I been waitin' fifteen minutes!"
"That long?" Fred inquired mischievously. "Jeez, it musta been a real quick screw!"
Denny looked angry for a moment, but then laughed. "You know too much, kid! But, yeah, it was a quickie. Denise likes to take it in the ass, and oh, man, that makes me cum in no time!" He sighed, remembering his just-completed session with the pretty divorcee, then laughed again. "Hey, you led me off the subject, smart guy! You didn't answer my question-where were you all this time?"
Fred smirked. "You're not gonna believe this, but I was gettin' laid, too-by Mrs. Archer!"
Denny guffawed. "You're right, I don't believe you!"
He backed the truck out of the driveway, still laughing, while Fred fumed. He knew he should have foreseen this, that no one would believe a thirteen-year-old boy could make it to bed with a grown woman, especially a dignified, respectable woman like Mrs. Archer. But he was still angry at Denny for mocking him. He'd show him! Somehow, some day, he'd prove he wasn't lying!
CHAPTER FIVE
On Saturday morning Herbert Archer woke to the smell of bacon frying, but he made no immediate move to get up. There was no way he could appear at breakfast right now, not with the enormous hard-on he had. Wakened from an erotic dream, he found himself violently horny, and he was not reluctant to do something about it. Yawning and stretching, he seized the thick shaft of his cock and began to pump, recalling his dream.
It was the dream which always aroused him the most, a dream in which he was seduced by a beautiful teenage girl. He would be lying naked on the shore of some lake, in warm fragrant grass, half-asleep, when the girl approached. Embarrassed at being found nude, Herbert could only lie there and gawk, but the girl was not at a loss in the situation. Smiling mischievously, she quickly shucked her clothes, and Herbert, watching her, got a violent erection, his cock jutting up from his supine body in great stiffness and enormous length. The girl eyed it, in wonder and delight, then remarked, "Oh, wow, I've been looking all over for a cock like yours!"
Herbert felt uncertain how to answer such a compliment, but words were not needed. While he was still wondering at the length and hardness of his prick, the lovely girl hurried over, straddled him, and let herself down slowly onto his huge cock, impaling her tiny but juicy cunt and sighing loudly as she did so. "Please," she mewed, "let me fuck you! You don't have to do a thing, just let me do the work!"
Herbert was more than agreeable to this proposition, especially now that he felt his aching erect penis slowly enveloped in the tight wet warmth of her vagina. He maintained his lazy posture in the grass, while the beautiful young girl moved herself up and down, up and down, the length of his cock, slowly and voluptuously at first, but with increasing speed and excitement. All the while she mewed like a kitten, in quiet ecstasy....
Wrapped in remembrance of this dream, Herbert continued to pump his cock, jamming the oozing glans into his palm with each stroke. He had kicked back the bed covers in an insane but irresistible desire to see how far toward the ceiling he would shoot his cum. There would be a mess, no doubt, but he'd worry about that later. Now he could feel the first warning tingle beginning in his glans and rippling down the shaft of his prick, exciting his balls, waving over his whole body. Yes, yes, this was it ... With a deep groan of pleasure, he aimed his cock toward the ceiling and watched dizzily as the first strong jet of cum shot out. Ah, well, nowhere near the ceiling, but certainly respectable. Abruptly, however, he stiffened: Hilda was approaching, he heard her footsteps in the hall!
"Herbert? Are you awake?"
Her hand was on the doorknob, turning it, as Herbert frantically pulled the bed covers over his wildly squirting cock. Of all the goddamned times to be interrupted! When she opened the door he looked a little flushed, but managed to lie quite still as, under the covers, his prick dribbled the last of its load and subsided into limp exhaustion.
"Are you awake?" Hilda repeated.
"Yes, dear," muttered Herbert. "I was just about to get up."
"All right. Breakfast is nearly ready."
Hilda left him with a low sigh. She'd been so horny all morning, so maddeningly plagued by it, that she'd briefly considered making an approach to her husband. She knew she couldn't expect much of a performance from him, but even a few unenthusiastic shoves of his large penis would be enough to do the job at this stage of her arousal. But when she'd opened the bedroom door and observed him in bed-balding, skinny, red-faced, and blinking myopically without his glasses-she wondered at her own previous optimism. He was the same old Herbert, not interested in sex and no doubt unable to get it up in any case. There was no point in even hinting at her need. Yet until Monday, when Barry delivered the paper, she would have no one. Her only relief would be her own fingers....
Monday came at last, with Herbert Archer escaping from the house as if from a cage, whistling all the way to work. Miss Devon might be no better conversationalist than Hilda, but at least she had a cute little ass to ogle. Hilda Archer was equally glad to be left alone when Herbert had gone off to work. She'd have all day to fix herself up in preparation for Barry, and she was determined not to let the boy escape this time. She decided not to wear the black see-through negligee. It had gotten her into too much trouble already, and if necessary, she must be prepared to step outside in full view of the neighbors to detain Barry.
Three-thirty arrived, and Hilda anxiously watched out the window for the blond paper boy. When she saw him coming down the street on his bike, tossing papers onto porches, she resolutely stepped out on the porch and beckoned to him. The boy blushed but rode his bike up her front walk and halted.
"Oh, Barry," she said cordially, "you forgot to collect for the paper last time you were here."
No wonder, Barry thought. He couldn't forget, not for a minute, the way Mrs. Archer had let him explore her body and then had sucked his cock, giving him the most powerful pleasure of his young life. Ever since then, he'd been dying to repeat the performance, but had been too shy and uncertain of his reception. Today didn't look promising, either. True, she had called him to her door, but the way she was dressed-in a sensible tweed suit, as if just about to go shopping-gave no promise of fun, nor did her calm, sensible tone of voice.
"Golly, Mrs. Archer," he blushed, "you're right! I forgot all about it!"
"Well, come on in, then," she said and grinned, "and I'll give you the money."
Barry followed her into the house, wishing she were wearing that black gown of last time, so he could see all the intimate parts of her body. Would he ever have another chance like that in his whole life? He doubted it. Whatever had come over Mrs. Archer that day, a repetition would be miraculous.
"My purse is in the bedroom," she was saying. "Come on."
Again the boy followed, and when they were in the bedroom Hilda closed the door behind them. Barry didn't think much about it, being absorbed in his own gloomy thoughts.
"How much is it?" she asked.
"Five dollars, ma'am," Barry replied morosely. How could she have forgotten their wild scene of last week? She seemed so calm and distant, as if he meant nothing special to her. And probably he didn't. She had a husband, after all, a grown man with an adult cock, who must give her much more pleasure. Barry sighed. Obviously he had been just a passing amusement to her.
Hilda was digging around in her purse, as if unable to locate her money in the general clutter, but in fact she was using the time to think. She had the boy in her bedroom now, as she had planned, but the question was how to approach him. She did not want to alarm him, scare him off, or appear repulsive to him by being too forward. Yet obviously he was not going to make the first move; he was not another Fred. Without blatantly propositioning him, she must make her desires, her willingness, known.
Hilda extracted a five dollar bill from her purse and walked over to Barry. "Here you are, dear," she said softly. With almost sensual slowness she eased the folded bill into the front pocket of his jeans, then let her hand trail over his crotch, where a small lump showed the presence of his little cock, the part of him she most wanted to see and touch. She cupped his crotch, her fingers eagerly seeking out his balls and prick beneath the stiff material.
"Do you remember last week, Barry?" she cooed.
"Oh, wow, do I!" the boy sighed. Please, he was thinking, please let her do it again!
"And did you enjoy yourself then?" she asked in the same soft, sensual tone.
"I sure did, Mrs. Archer," the boy said fervently. "And I-Well, uh-" He hesitated.
"Yes, dear?" purred Hilda, still squeezing his crotch. "Don't be afraid to tell me anything."
"Well," Barry said as he blushed, "I sure wish we could do it again!" He trembled, fearing she would be angry at his request, but she only smiled.
"Do you, Barry?" she answered. "Well, we might be able to do a few things before my husband gets home, if you'll hurry and get undressed."
"Right on!" chirped Barry. At any other time, the thought of appearing naked before a woman who was almost a stranger to him would have mortified the boy, but now he eagerly tossed off his clothes and stood before her, tan and slim and taut.
"Okay, Mrs. Archer, now what?"
"Come over to the bed, Barry," she instructed. The boy followed, and she arranged him as she had done Fred, on his back, with his tight little ass just at the edge of the bed, so that she could kneel between his legs and explore his parts easily.
"Will you take off your clothes, too, Mrs. Archer?" Barry asked, hoping she would.
"Later, perhaps," replied Hilda impatiently. All she wanted now was to see and touch his adorable little cock and balls. There was no time for anything else. She found Barry's boyish genitals much more attractive than Fred's, although she suspected that it was partly because she liked Barry himself so much better than the cocky red-haired delivery boy. Barry's penis and testicles were smaller than Fred's, more white and delicate, and completely hairless, whereas the older boy was just sprouting a few copper-colored pubic hairs. Hilda also preferred Barry's golden tan skin to Fred's almost blue-white paleness and freckles. Now she felt a hot rush of saliva in her mouth, and an answering warm wetness in her cunt, as she knelt between the boy's slim legs and reached out to fondle his cock. The fat little organ was completely limp in her hands, snuggling into her palm like a sleepy worm, warm and silky. She petted it gently, and Barry sighed.
"You have such a lovely little penis, dear," Hilda said. "Do you mind if I use my tongue on it?"
"Oh, wow, no!" gulped the happy boy. "You can do anything you want, Mrs. Archer!"
Hilda felt very happy, too. She had almost two hours before Herbert was due home, two lovely hours to play with this beautiful little boy, and she couldn't imagine anything more delightful than that. Now she leaned forward slowly, fanning his immature parts with her warm breath, making him sigh and wriggle and shiver with anticipation. When she was within an inch of his flabby little prick, she snaked out her long red tongue and began to lick, nudging the tender white shaft with her tongue tip, circling the pointed wrinkle of the foreskin, wetting the soft small organ with her saliva.
"I'm glad you enjoy it, dear," she cooed. "Here's something else I think you'll like."
Hilda eased her hands under the boy's small ass, lifted him a little, and began to lick rapidly the whole area between his legs, penis and testicles and anus. The rough but pleasant action of her stiff tongue sent the boy into a frenzy of delight, moaning and opening his legs wider to her, closing his eyes to concentrate on the wonderful sensations she was giving him. He felt her tongue tip teasing his tight anal mouth, then wriggling mischievously inside to stuff and clean his asshole. Then she moved on, first licking his balls so fast that they flopped and shivered, then sucking them into her mouth, one at a time, for a hot bath of saliva. When she did that, Barry felt his testicles filling and stiffening, and Hilda felt them growing and swelling in her mouth. She looked up to see his small cock stiffening as well before her eyes, lengthening and engorging till the foreskin crept back and uncovered the bright red glans. She spat out his balls and moved on to the part she liked best, the dark salty little hole at the tip of his cock, digging her tongue into it and licking it clean of its flavors.
"Oh, Christ!" moaned Barry. "I feel like I'm gonna-what do you call it, when I squirt my stuff?"-
"Cumming, dear," answered Hilda huskily. "You feel like you're going to cum. And I want to make you cum, too, darling, but not like this. I want you to cum in my mouth, so I can taste it."
Barry thought this was a rather odd notion, but if she liked it, he wasn't going to knock it. The important thing was for her to suck him off again, the thing he'd been dreaming of and praying for, for days. So he replied eagerly, "Oh, sure, Mrs. Archer, that'd be swell! I really dig it when you suck my cock!"
Hilda felt faint with happiness. To have this beautiful boy actually begging her to suck him off! With a famished moan, she dipped her head, caught his stiff little prick between her lips and swiftly sucked it in. She wanted it everywhere in her mouth at once, in the curl of her tongue, rubbing slicky against her palate, butting tenderly against the juicy lining of her cheeks. She managed all these things in rapid succession, even while sucking forcefully and fast on his hard little cock, and she felt her vagina contracting and creaming heavily as she anticipated getting a delicious mouthful of his cum.
"Ohhhhh!" squealed Barry, writhing happily beneath her. "Yeah, suck it, ma'am, suck my cock!" Both of them were so absorbed in their pleasure that they did not hear a truck pull into the driveway....
"You're fulla shit " Denny laughed as he said the words.
"No, I'm not!" Fred replied angrily. "I'll prove it to you!"
They were sitting in the delivery truck, parked in the Archer's driveway. Denny's divorcee friend had discovered the pressing need for another delivery of groceries, even though she'd had one just a few days before, and Fred had come along determined to make Denny believe his story about Mrs. Archer. But he was not having much success.
"Aw, come on, man!" Denny mocked. "An old dame like Mrs. Archer? Hell, she's way past that, if she ever was interested in the first place. And she's too damned respectable to even think of it. That kind of woman, she only makes it with her husband, in bed with the lights out. You can't make me believe she'd go after a thirteen-year-old kid!"
"I'm tellin' you, we did it!" Fred insisted. "She was wearin' this kind of nightgown thing that you could see through, and then she let me open it and play with her tits. I figured then that she might have more in mind, and sure enough, she took me into her bedroom and sucked my cock, and then she let me fuck her. Honest, Denny, it really happened!"
Denny sighed, then smiled. "Jesus, it'd really be a kick if it was true! Imagine that fat old bag getting it from the grocery boy! I'd like to see that!"
"Well, you will!" Fred decided. "If that's what it takes to convince you, I'll go in there and do it to her, and you can hide outside the bedroom window and watch."
Denny snorted. "Oh, sure, kid! But when?"
"Right now!" Fred replied. "Or at least as soon as you finish balling Denise."
"Denise can wait," said Denny. "This I gotta see!"
They left the truck, and Denny slipped around the side of the house to crouch by the bedroom window. Meanwhile Fred knocked softly at the back door, not wanting the neighbors to hear. There was no answer, and he was about to knock again when he heard a low but startled exclamation from Denny, "Jesus Christ! I can't believe it!"
Fred scurried around the house to join his friend. "What's up?"
Denny stared at him. "She's already in there, with that paper boy, Barry, suckin' his cock! Man, it's too much! Take a look!"
Denny and Fred both peeked through the window. What they saw was Mrs. Herbert Archer, respectable middle-aged lady, dressed in a neat tweed suit that made her figure more dumpy and box-like than ever, kneeling between the legs of a young boy and blissfully sucking on his penis. The boy was naked, flushed, and writhing with pleasure. Mrs. Archer smiled as she sucked his little boy cock, her glazed eyes revealing her complete absorption in her task. Occasionally her fingers tickled the boy's plump little balls.
Fred was indignant. "What the hell?" he whispered to Denny. "She's mine! Where does she get off, doin' it to that little kid?"
Denny muffled a laugh. "Well, why don't you go in there and claim your property, man?" he teased.
"By God, I will!" replied Fred. And the skinny red-haired boy marched manfully around the house, entered by the back door, and strode to the bedroom. At the door he hesitated: after all, it wasn't his house, and he had no right to barge in like this. But as he stood there, he heard loud sucking noises and heavy sighs, testimonies of Barry's pleasure-pleasure that Fred wanted for himself. He got angry again and flung open the door.
Hilda started, let Barry's prick slip from her mouth, and whirled to stare at the indignant Fred. Barry sat up and gawked. Fred, having made a dramatic and determined entrance, now found himself at a loss for words. He could hardly claim that Hilda was his "girl." He decided on another tactic.
Well, well, well, he sneered, 'look what I found! I just came by to see if you wanted to order any groceries, Mrs. Archer, and I heard noises in here, so I walked in. Very interesting! Does his cock taste as good as mine?"
Hilda was furious. She did not like Fred's manner and very much resented his interruption. "How dare you?" she cried. "You have no business walking into my house without permission! Get out!"
"Take it easy," Fred hissed, "and just think for a second. You can order me out of here, but if you do, I'll tell everybody in town about you, how you get kids into your house and play with their cocks and suck them off. Mrs. Archer the cocksucker-how does that grab you, lady?"
"Just a damned minute!" Barry began, raising his fist and glaring angrily at Fred. "If you hurt her-"
"Barry, wait, please," Hilda said soothingly. "Let me think a moment." Her anger was gone now, replaced by fear of Fred and the certain knowledge that she must not provoke him. He was malicious enough to carry out his threat, and she could not let that happen. My God, the disgrace! Herbert would have grounds for divorcing her without a settlement, and she would be left alone and penniless, an object of shame and disgust to everyone. She had no choice but to play it Fred's way.
"Very well, Fred," she said at last, "you may stay. When I finish with Barry, we'll have some fun, too."
"Uh-uh," Fred replied, arrogant now in his victory. "The kid goes. I want you all to myself."
"No, Fred," Hilda insisted, fearful but determined. She might have to submit to Fred, but she had to have some comfort. She could not give up her adored Barry. "He has as much right to be here as you do. Please understand that. If you want to have any more fun with me, you must leave Barry alone."
"Oh, well, what the hell?" Fred conceded. "I guess it'll be okay." His only concern now was to get started on some groovy sex play with Mrs. Archer, and he was tired of standing around arguing about it. Quickly he undressed, his small white cock already half erect with excitement, then walked over to the bed and took command of the scene.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered Hilda. "If you get to see us, we should get to see you, too."
Barry had secretly hoped Mrs. Archer would undress, and he did not protest Fred's command. Hilda blushed in anger and embarrassment, but she obeyed, removing her suit and the full complement of underclothing suitable to a middle-aged woman, including support stockings and girdle. The two boys watched her, outwardly sober and inwardly rejoicing, their eyes fixed chiefly on her large plump breasts with their pointed red nipples and on the large furry black triangle of her mons. Unceremoniously, Fred grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down onto her back on the bed, then spread her legs wide and knelt between them for his first good look at female genitals. Barry, just as eager, joined him. While Hilda blushed deeply and nearly writhed with shame, the two boys studied her clit, vulva, cunt, and anus, their hot quick breath fanning her moist parts.
Fred located the fat red bump of her clitoris, rubbed it with his fingertip, and asked, "What's this thing, anyhow?"
"I don't know what it's called," Barry volunteered, "but she really digs being touched there. I did it to her, and she came. Here, like this." He seized the small nub of flesh between thumb and forefinger and began to tweak it gently but steadily, in a milking motion. Hilda gave a low moan, and the boys saw a flood of cream suddenly spurt from her cunt.
"You like that, huh, Mrs. Archer?" Fred said and grinned.
"Ohhhh, God, yes!" Hilda moaned. "Keep doing it, Barry, please!" She resented Fred's lewd inquiry, but her pleasure was too great for silence. Barry's steady stimulation of her clit was making her violently horny. She drew her plump legs up, till her knees touched her breasts, giving him better access to her aroused clit. Her vagina was creaming steadily now, her juices tickling over her anus to wet the bedspread.
As Barry's grubby little fingers continued their work, Fred watched in fascination, licking his lips. But it was not his nature to remain on the sidelines during any action, and he soon wanted to take over, to palpitate the creamy little bud himself, putting Hilda in his power and making her shriek with pleasure.
"Hey," he said to Barry, "let me try it, too."
The mild-mannered Barry had no objection to sharing the fun, and he moved aside. Fred's thin white fingers fastened around Hilda's clit, tweaking and kneading a little more forcefully and swiftly than Barry's had done, jolting the plump woman quickly into a wildly jerking orgasm.
"Eeeeee!" Hilda screamed, as pleasure wracked her body. "Oh, my God, yes. YES! Ahhhhh!"
Hot cream spurted from her cunt, and she began to flail her arms and legs. Fred watched proudly....
CHAPTER SIX
All the while, Denny remained in his hiding place outside the bedroom window, watching, sometimes grinning and sometimes gawking in astonishment. When Fred had first stamped into the bedroom, red-faced with anger, Denny had thought, Oh, oh, time to split! He feared there would be a loud argument, ending with Mrs. Archer on the phone to the cops. But to his surprise and admiration, Fred soon had the situation under control and seemed to take charge of things. Denny continued to watch, wondering what his young friend had in mind.
When Hilda obeyed the order to take off her clothes, Denny was not impressed. Christ, she was a dog! So plump and sagging and out of shape! You couldn't pay him to ball a dame like her! But of course Fred and Barry didn't know any better, probably thought they had a real prize. Then, when Fred pushed Hilda onto her back and scrambled between her legs for an exploring session, Denny became more interested.
He watched, grinning, as Barry demonstrated how to turn the older woman on by playing with her clit, then Fred taking over. Christ, what a kick to see ol' Fred bring the plump broad off like that, making her howl and kick and shoot her cream! Denny had to admit, too, that the scene was beginning to turn him on a little, even though Mrs. Archer was no beauty. He began to think of Denise, his shapely and lusty divorcee friend across the street, waiting impatiently for him by now, waiting to take his stiffened cock into her tight, hot little asshole. He had many girlfriends on his grocery route, but he especially prized Denise because she was the only one who liked it in the ass.
Well, he would get to Denise-in fact he felt sure he was going to give her the fuck of her life today, or, rather, the buggering of her life-but just now he wanted to watch the scene at the Archers' a little longer. He could always have Denise, but it wasn't often he could have a show like this....
As Hilda lay flushed and gasping on the bed, recovering from her orgasm, Fred played his semi-erect prick over her creamy vulva, letting it trail in hot stickiness. If he could only get hard, he'd stick it into her, and the other kid would just have to wait. But now Hilda sighed and rolled over, then got to her knees and looked dreamily around at the two boys, then reached out and took one plump soft penis in each hand. She found it highly titillating to play with both at once, and, grinning, she began to pump them. Fred submitted, hoping it would get him hard, and Barry, who had lost his erection in the shock of Fred's entrance, was even more willing to permit her touch. He had noticed with some chagrin that Fred's prick was slightly bigger than his, and he hoped the difference would be erased by a good hard-on.
But Hilda was not content merely to fondle the two adorable little cocks. Soon she was maneuvering the boys to stand close together, and then she knelt before them and began licking and kissing both pricks in turn, moving rapidly from one to the other. As her stiff tongue flicked and lapped them, the two small cocks flopped and bounced gaily. Growing rapidly excited, Hilda found herself getting crazy ideas. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she reached behind the boys and wriggled a little finger into both tight-clenched assholes, quickly working upward till her fingers were buried in wet warmth up to the last knuckle.
"Hey!" the boys shrilled in chorus. For a moment they were put off by having her poke her fingers up their asses, but as she gently, teasingly, worked inside them, they relaxed, sighed, and began to enjoy it. When this was accomplished, Hilda bent low before them and tenderly licked their sagging little balls, making the boys shiver happily. The combination of all this action, having their cocks licked, their anuses reamed, and their balls tongued, gave both the boys stiff little erections in a matter of minutes. Barry was much relieved to notice that while Fred's hardened cock was still longer than his, his own stiff prick was slightly fatter.
"Oh, jeez," whined Fred, digging the sensual probing of her finger in his ass and the hot wet play of her tongue on his balls, "I'm gettin' really hard! I wanta fuck now!"
"What's that?" inquired Barry.
Fred stared at him incredulously. "You mean you don't know what fucking is? Oh, man, where've you been?"
Barry flushed, but his curiosity was strong. "Just tell me, okay?"
"Well," Fred answered importantly, "it's sticking your cock in a woman's cunt and squirting your stuff into her."
"Oh, I know about that," Barry said, much relieved. "I just didn't know it was called fucking."
Fred shrugged, impatient with the conversation, his small cock achingly stiff and thirsting for action. "Come on, come on!" he urged Hilda, who was still happily licking their testicles. "I wanta fuck you now! The kid can watch and learn how to do it."
Hilda, more irritated than ever by Fred's rudeness and selfishness, popped her fingers from their anuses and stood up, hands on hips, making herself taller than the boys. "No, Fred," she said sternly, "Barry was here first, and I'll satisfy him first. You may recall that you interrupted us when you came in. He's waited long enough."
Fred reddened. "Yeah, okay, I know he oughta go first, uut my cock's so hard it hurts! Couldn't you do me first? It wouldn't take long."
"Nuts," said Barry, "my cock hurts, too! You gotta wait!" He felt emboldened by Hilda's obvious preference for him, and he faced Fred menacingly.
"Boys, boys!" laughed Hilda. 'There's no need to fight about it! I've just thought of a solution that will satisfy everyone."
Indeed she had. Recalling the position she and Barry had been in when Fred interrupted, the boy supine on the bed and she leaning over him to suck his cock, it occurred to her that her cunt was available, too. There was no reason why Fred could not indulge his urge to fuck, while she indulged in her own favorite sport, eating Barry. Quickly she moved the boys into position, placing Barry on his back in the center of the bed, then kneeling between his out-flung legs and letting Fred kneel behind her. When the boys understood what was to happen, they agreed enthusiastically.
"Great!" cried Fred, holding his small stiff cock in readiness. "Can I stick it in now?"
Hilda started to answer, but Barry interrupted, "Hey, wait, I wanta see how he does it!" He scrambled out from under Hilda and knelt close to Fred.
Masterfully, proud of the younger boy's fascinated observation, Fred eased his hard little prick into the gaping, creaming mouth of Hilda's vagina. "See," he said, "that's her cunt. All you do is stick your cock in there, then shove it in and out, like this." He gave a few sharp jerks of his hips, and they watched his thin white shaft moving in and out, glistening now with her juices.
"Ummmm!" murmured Hilda. "Yes, Fred, your cock is nice and hard! I'm going to enjoy it very much! But Barry, darling, get back in your place so I can suck you while Fred fucks me!"
"Oh, right!" chirped Barry, crawling back underneath Hilda. He was hardly in place before she went down on him with a hungry moan. She sucked his small pointed prick into her mouth with such force that the boy shrieked his delight, then she began to suck very noisily and swiftly, drooling at the thought of eating his cum. These noises were joined by similar sucking sounds as Fred's eager prick hammered in her flooded cunt. Hilda felt ready to die of happiness. Nothing could be better than this, sucking a sweet little cock and getting balled at the same time!
"Ummmm!" she muttered. "UMMMMMM!"
"Aw, shit," wailed Fred, "it's so hot in your cunt, oh, man, it's great!"
"Ohhhh!" moaned Barry. "Suck my cock, Mrs. Archer, oh, yeah, suck it all you want!"
Denny stifled a laugh of delight. Too much! It had been amusing to watch the dumpy middle-aged woman playing with the two little boys, pumping her fingers in their assholes, licking their balls like she was starved, sucking on their cocks. But now, as he watched the scene on the bed, he found himself powerfully aroused. Next to Hilda's plump maturity, the two slim boys appeared like puppies crawling over their mother. Fred, kneeling behind her and clenching his teeth in concentration, was giving it all he had, ramming his little cock into her wide cunt like a pro. Denny felt proud of his young friend. Barry, flushed, almost faint with pleasure, writhed slowly on the bed as Hilda greedily sucked his tiny penis. It was clear how much she enjoyed it. Man, that broad really loved to eat cock! Denny found his feelings about her improving rapidly. No, he still wouldn't want to ball her-he could do better than that any day of the week. But it would be a groove to have her go down on him, to have her hungrily and noisily suck his prick the way she was doing it to that kid.
To his annoyance, Denny suddenly realized that he had an enormous erection. Shit, how could he make his grocery rounds with his meat sticking out like that? He would have to jerk off. But, wait, Denise! He'd forgotten. Denise would do everything he needed-let the kids have Mrs. Archer!
Denny crept toward the front of the house, waited till no one was in sight, then sprinted across the street to Denise's place, dashing in the door without knocking. He found her sitting on the sofa, impatiently tapping her foot and smoking. When he barged in, she glared at him and ground out her cigarette.
"Where the hell have you been?" she snapped. "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!"
"Never mind that, baby," he panted. "I'm here now." He wouldn't tell Denise what he'd seen. She had a big mouth, and he saw no point in endangering the nice little scene Fred had going. He shipped out his engorged prick, angry and red and enormously long and fat, waving it at Denise. "Look what I brought you, baby!" he leered. "Of course, if you're mad at me and don't want it, I can give it to somebody else."
Denise's mouth fell open, and she stared at his huge cock almost dreamily. Then, abruptly, she stood up, unzipped her stretch pants, and pulled them down to her knees, along with her bikini panties. She turned, rested her hands on the arm of the sofa, and presented her beautifully rounded, firm, white buttocks to Denny.
"Oh, I'll take your present, darling," she purred, "right in the ass!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hilda moaned deep in her throat as she felt the swift jabbing of Fred's hard little cock against her juicy cunt walls and sucked ravenously on Barry's small stiff penis. She could tell by Fred's harsh, rapid breathing and Barry's clenched teeth and stiffly arched body that both boys were close to cumming. That was fine, she was close, too, very close.
"Oh, shit, shit!" Fred swore, almost in a chant, as pleasure engulfed him. "I'm gonna cum, yeah, yeah, ahhhhh! AHHHH!"
Hilda gurgled ecstatically as Barry's hot salty seed began to spatter in her throat, and she gulped it down as fast as it came. Fred's cum was sizzling deep in her cunt, too, bringing her quickly to a violent climax that made her whole body shake. The bucking and swaying of her hips was so forceful that Fred was almost knocked from position, but he dug his fingers into her plump sides, jammed his squirting cock into her as deep as he could, and managed to hold on, squealing delightedly as her convulsing cunt nipped and milked his penis. After long, beautiful moments, the exhausted trio finally slumped to the bed, panting and utterly satisfied.
"Oh, boys!" sighed Hilda. "That was lovely!"
"Yeah, it sure was good," agreed Fred. "Man, how I love to fuck!"
"I want to try it next," Barry said eagerly. "I've never done it before, so it should be my turn."
"Hey, yeah," said Fred, "and she could suck me off while you're doing it! I've never been sucked off before, either. I bet it's a kick! How about it, Mrs. Archer, could Barry and I change places and do it again?"
Hilda laughed helplessly. "Boys, for heaven's sake, can't we rest first? I'm older than you, remember, and I just don't have your energy."
Fred grinned mischievously. "I bet I know something that'll bring your energy back real fast," he said, reaching for her clit. He seized the fat red bump and began tweaking it between thumb and forefinger.
Hilda sighed. It felt pleasant to have her clit rubbed, very pleasant indeed, but she doubted she'd be horny again very soon. The swift hard fucking she'd just received from Fred had more than satisfied her.
"Here," said Barry, "I'll help, too."
The blond boy began to caress Hilda, first her breasts, then belly and thighs, and finally, yielding to his curiosity, all the red creamy parts between her legs. He was especially eager to explore her cunt, that mysterious hole where Fred had put his cock and where he, Barry, hoped to put his. Insinuating a finger, he found it wide, wet, and very hot. Hilda sighed at his penetration, seemed to enjoy it, and so Barry began working his finger in and out of her big vagina, slowly and stiffly. All the while, Fred kept tweaking her fat clit, and in spite of her doubts, Hilda soon found herself aroused.
Yes, she thought, it would be nice to do it again, she wouldn't mind at all. She reached out and began to play with the boys' limp little pricks, curling her fingers around them and pumping them, trying to make them hard again, but Fred protested, "Hey, no, there's a quicker way than that! Come here, Barry." He patted the bed beside Hilda's head, and Barry obeyed. Fred kneeled on the other side of her head, then, grinning, instructed his friend, "Now stick your cock in her mouth."
Barry looked uncertainly at Hilda, but she nodded lazily, curious to know just what Fred had in mind. Barry leaned over her, and she stuck out her tongue, gave his flabby prick a brief licking, then sucked it in and began working on it, but again Fred protested, "Wait a sec, take mine, too." He leaned over her and began directing his drooping, skinny little cock toward her mouth. Momentarily Hilda was shocked and annoyed. Pretty damned inventive, this kid! But then she thought, Oh, why not? If she liked sucking one cock, why not two? Certainly there was plenty of room for both immature pricks. She opened her mouth and sucked in Fred's cock, immediately titillated by feeling two in her mouth at once, rubbing them together between tongue and palate, making the boys sigh and wriggle happily. They were hard in no time at all.
"Okay, Barry," Fred panted, pleased at the success of his idea, "you pull out now and fuck her. Your cock's hard enough."
Again Barry looked to Hilda for permission. She felt things were moving a little too fast for her, but when she thought of taking Barry's stiff little prick in her cunt, she grew very excited. She nodded and smiled encouragingly, and Barry, returning her smile, scrambled between her legs and fumbled around with his small prick till he managed to pop it into her wide, soaked vagina. As she felt it enter, hard and pointed, Hilda gurgled happily. Fred, still kneeling at her head and feeding her his cock, grinned.
"How do you like it?" he asked Barry.
"Oh, man, it's great!" sighed Barry, beginning to move his hips, working his tiny penis in the steaming hole. "It's so hot and wet in here!"
"Do it fast and hard," Fred advised. "You cum even quicker that way."
Barry obeyed, and Hilda felt herself being banged swiftly towards orgasm. At the same time, she sucked Fred's fat little penis noisily, hungrily, till the red-haired boy gasped and bucked his hips in time to her motions. Woman and boys were tantalizingly close to cumming, when suddenly they all heard a car pulling into the driveway.
"Oh, my God!" shrieked Hilda, spitting out Fred's cock and sitting up with a start. "My husband! What'll we do?"
The ever-resourceful Fred thought fast. "You put on your robe," he whispered to Hilda, "and go out and meet him. Barry and I can dress in here and go out the window."
Hilda nodded and obeyed. She was aching with horniness, horribly disappointed at being interrupted at such a time, but there was nothing to be done about it. The boys, equally frustrated, sighed loudly as they pulled on their jeans and tried to stuff their still-standing little cocks into their pants. As Hilda was about to leave the room, Fred whispered harshly:
"We'll be back tomorrow and take up where we left off!"
Hilda knew that Fred would keep his word.
All evening Hilda was furious with her husband, although she realized she was being unfair. It wasn't Herbert's fault that he'd come home from work just at that crucial moment. But she couldn't help resenting the results, being left in a state of aching arousal that lasted all evening. By bedtime she was ready to scream with horniness, and then, to add insult to injury, Herbert went to bed when she did instead of dawdling in the bathroom as was usually his custom. Oh, God, she thought desperately, I won't even be able to bring myself off! She tried to stay awake until he slept, hoping for at least a quick, quiet session of masturbation; but it had been an exhausting day, and she drifted off. Soon Herbert's snores mingled with hers....
Hours later, just before dawn, Herbert Archer began to move restlessly in his sleep. It was that dream again, the dream of the beautiful teenage seductress, which had plagued him nightly for the past several months. The setting was the same, the grassy shore of a lake, a warm summer day, and Herbert lying naked on the ground, drowsy and lazy. But this time the lovely young girl was not so aggressive in her attentions. She wandered out of the woods, caught sight of Herbert, and stopped still in surprise, her eyes drawn to his long, limp cock. She stared at it in fascination, as if she'd never seen a penis before, although she was not frightened, only curious. Slowly, then, she approached him, apparently seeking a closer view. All the while, though he knew he should cover himself up, Herbert was unable to move.
Now the pretty teenager stood only a few feet away from him, staring wide-eyed at his flabby prick, licking her lips as she did so. Herbert tried to speak, but no words came out. The girl continued to look at his fat, white, flabby penis, then knelt to inspect it even more closely. At last, very slowly and hesitantly, she extended one hand as if to touch it, then stopped and looked Herbert in the eye.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," she said meekly. "I should ask for permission. May I touch your cock, please?"
At last Herbert found his voice, though it came out in a hoarse croak: "Oh, uh, yes, of course!"
The girl smiled shyly, then looked down at his big prick again. She laid her soft fingers on it and very gently trailed them the length of the silky, warm shaft, then sighed. "It feels very nice," she said wonderingly. "I like touching it."
She noticed the wrinkled foreskin at the tip of his cock and timidly rubbed it with her finger, so that Herbert could feel the pressure on the sensitive flesh of his glans beneath. "May I play with this a little?" she requested.
"Go ahead," sighed Herbert, "be my guest." He felt a familiar tingling now in his balls, warm buzzes of sensation that communicated themselves to his cock and signaled an erection soon to come. The girl was working more boldly with his foreskin now, slipping the loose skin back, bringing the fat purple head of his prick into view. The stimulation of her fingers was arousing Herbert very fast, and suddenly, before their wondering eyes, his cock twitched hard, jerked itself from the girl's hand, and mushroomed erect, becoming an immensely long, bloated, reddish weapon that stood straight up, a glob of white cream bubbling from the dark hole at the tip.
"Oh, golly!" exclaimed the girl admiringly. "It's huge!"
Herbert only smiled....
Hilda was not wakened as her husband tossed and mumbled in his dream, for she was deep in a dream of her own, quite the most delicious dream she'd ever had in her life. She found herself naked on her bed, alone in the house, and very horny, but reluctant to bring herself off. That wasn't any fun now. She wanted Barry. And as if by magic, he was there, scratching at the window and whispering for permission to come in. Eagerly Hilda raised the window and let him enter, then carried him to the bed and stripped him. Her lust was almost violent as she began to eat him, sucking on his adorable little prick till it dripped her saliva, sucking his fat warm testicles into her mouth, stuffing her thick tongue into his tiny anus and cleaning it out. Barry lay blissfully beneath her, lost to everything but the pleasure she was giving him, his handsome face flushed and wreathed in a gentle smile. There were no words: Hilda's mouth was busy with other things, and Barry was too carried away to speak.
At last, however, the boy wiggled out from under her with a mischievous grin, as if he had some secret, eased her onto her back, and lay down between her outstretched legs, his long blond hair brushing her furry mons. She felt his small fingers separating the curly lips and holding them apart, then the hot tip of his tongue nudging and circling her highly sensitive clit. Her cunt creamed hotly and heavily in response, and she moaned, .
"Oh, my darling, what a nice thing to do! I love it!"
Barry did not reply. Instead he fixed his lips around the little red shaft and began to suck it fast and vigorously. Hilda almost fainted with pleasure....
In Herbert's dream, things had not progressed much. His cock was wonderfully hard, but the lovely young girl seemed a little afraid of it in its erect state. She gingerly curled her fingers around the shaft, felt how thick and hard it was, then jerked her hand away. She licked her lips, as if gathering courage, then extended a finger to touch the blob of cream that glistened on the tip of his prick, smearing it all around the bloated glans, wondering at the silky slickness of the skin. She lifted her finger to her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and tasted his cream thoughtfully.
"Oh," she mused, "I like it! Do you mind if I get some more?"
"Have all you want!" urged the delighted Herbert.
The girl smiled gratefully, then bent over him, flicked out her pretty pink tongue, and rested the tip against his bulbous purple glans. She drew her tongue back quickly, giggled uncertainly, then stuck it out again, licking gently around the dark cream-oozing hole of the glans. Once more she drew back her tongue, savored and tasted, decided she liked it, and fell to licking him hungrily, swishing her tongue all around the head of his cock, into the hole, till she had cleaned it of all its juices.
"Oh, dear," she pouted, "no more! I want more!"
"Try sucking on it," Herbert suggested breathlessly. "Then it will make more."
The girl looked doubtful, but she obeyed, taking just the enormously fat glans into her hot little mouth, then sucking on it slowly and clumsily. Herbert did not mind her amateurishness a bit. He felt more lubricating cream burble from his glans hole, heard the girl mutter in happy surprise, then felt the soft point of her tongue tip in the hole, reaming, tickling, licking out the juice. Now that she knew the technique worked, she began to suck his cockhead faster and with more delicious pressure, eagerly eating up his cream as fast as it was produced.
Herbert gave a loud sigh of joy, and in gratitude to the girl he reached behind her cute little buttocks, slipped a finger between her legs, and found her clit, a tiny fat button that was hot and moist. He began to rub it teasingly, and the girl flashed him a look of surprise but did not let his cock out of her mouth. As his rubbing continued, she blushed with arousal and began moving her hips in time to his fingering, grinding her little bud against his finger to get more friction. He felt a hot spurt of cunt juice wet his wrist. He fingered faster....
Hilda's dream was making her whine softly and steadily to Barry's delightful sucking of her clit. She knew she could cum that way fast, but she tried to hold it off, wanting to prolong her pleasure. And she wanted to do something nice for Barry, too, but how? Snuggled down there between her legs, he was out of reach.
"Barry, darling," she gasped, "I love what you're doing, and I want you to go on doing it, but let's change our positions a little, so I can play with you, too."
The boy got up, his lips sticky with her cream, and Hilda arranged him to lie on her belly with his ass towards her, his face in her pussy. She began to tickle his anus, and he quickly fell to sucking her clit again. Such a lovely way to play, she thought happily, getting her clit sucked-the most delightful sensation she'd ever had-and at the same time being able to touch and see all Barry's pink virgin parts, his little cock and balls and asshole completely open and exposed to her hungry eyes and mouth. She admired the fresh pink wrinkle of his anus, circled it tenderly with her finger, then eased the tip of her little finger gently inside, no more than a quarter of an inch. Barry sighed and wriggled his ass, encouraging further penetration. She worked her finger in to the first knuckle, wondering at how tight and hot it was in his tiny asshole. Meanwhile Barry had moved on to lap and lick her pulpy labia, a delicious feeling, and it gave Hilda an idea. She popped her finger out of his anus and stuck in her tongue instead, swiftly stuffing him with its fat wet bulk. Barry gasped.
"Aw, jeez, Mrs. Archer!" he squealed. "I love it when you do that! Oh, boy, that's great!"
In response Hilda worked her thick tongue noisily in his ass, digging deeper with each thrust, and against her chin she felt his tiny balls puff up and grow tight, then his little cock getting stiff and hard. He began to lick gently around the dripping mouth of her cunt, then, on a sudden impulse, snaked his tongue into her, imitating in her cunt the things she was doing in his ass. Hilda moaned, loving it, and Barry's small buttocks wriggled blissfully. She wanted to cum desperately now, and she briefly pulled her tongue from his anus to gasp, "Barry! Darling, suck my clit again!" The boy obeyed, bringing her off in a matter of seconds, but somehow the orgasm was not very good. It did not satisfy her, and she could not understand why. "Let's rest for a moment, Barry," she said to the boy. Obediently, Barry crawled off her. Hilda rolled onto her side and curled up to think about what had happened, and the little boy snuggled up behind her, putting his arms around her plump warm sides and pressing his firm body against her back. She felt his stiff small prick butting her legs, and she affectionately reached around and gave a brief pumping. Why hadn't her climax satisfied her? Why was she still writhing with lust?
What Hilda did not realize was that she'd only dreamed the climax, hadn't really cum. She still needed the real thing....
Deep in his delightful dream, Herbert rubbed the pretty teenager's clit while she sucked the fat head of his cock. She was creaming all over his hand now, obviously aroused, and at last, blushing and panting, she took her mouth off his cock and said with some embarrassment, "Gee, mister, you're making me awful horny!"
"Well, then, let's do something about it," grinned Herbert. "I can give you a really good fuck, I guarantee it!"
The girl sighed deeply. "Oh, wow, how I wish we could! But I'm a virgin, and I want to stay that way till I'm married." She frowned and pondered for a moment, then went on, "But there is a way we could do it, if you don't mind the idea. You could ball me in the ass-that's how I always let my fiance do it. I like it a lot, too. But maybe you-"
"Not another word!" said Herbert. "That suits me just fine!"
His heart was hammering with excitement. One of his oldest and best fantasies was about to come true! Herbert had always longed to bugger a woman, knowing how deliciously tight and hot her anus would be, but he wouldn't have dreamed of suggesting such a thing. Now the lovely young girl had relieved him of that necessity. Already she was giving him a smile of invitation, crawling onto her hands and knees, and putting her sweet little ass high in the air, offering it to him freely. With a growl of lust, Herbert leaped onto her....
Hilda, still deep in her dream, felt herself rolled powerfully onto her belly, then the stiff jabbing of a big penis against her buttocks. What in the world? It was very confused now, Barry seemed to have gone and a stranger had taken his place. She was about to protest when she felt a fat slippery cockhead trying to wriggle into her tightly clenched anus. The idea of being fucked in the ass had always repelled her, but now she was almost crazy with need, she didn't care how she got it, just so she had a stiff cock inside her. Why not, what was really wrong with it? The stranger had seized her hips now, pulled her up into position, and was trying to stuff his huge prick into her asshole, but the tenseness of her sphincter muscle prevented him from getting in. She had only to relax that muscle, and she would be filled with thick hot cock. Oh, God, why not? It would be so good....
Herbert had mounted the beautiful girl-or so he thought. In reality, in the frenzy of his dream, he had crawled onto his wife's back and was desperately trying to work his cock into her anus. The girl had invited him, why didn't she open up? Damn, damn! He didn't want to hurt her by plunging past the muscle's resistance, but he just had to get in, had to bury his prick deep in that clinging warmth!
At that moment Hilda made her decision, relaxed the mouth of her anus, and Herbert gave a deep sigh as he felt his achingly hard penis slip into her butt. Hilda sighed, too. It was wonderful, just as good as taking it in the vagina. Better perhaps, because the fit was so much tighter, giving her more of the stuffed and stretched sensation she loved. The enormous cock was easing slowly up her narrow anus, a difficult but delicious passage, and she heard the stranger panting as he pushed. He began to sweat, and stinging drops fell onto her back and buttocks, somehow exciting her terribly. Oh, she liked this very much, the near-brutality of it, the sense of being overpowered and held and raped! She relaxed her anal passage even more, and the huge thick penis shot in all the way, till big coarse-haired testicles slapped against her thighs. She wriggled her ass joyfully, hoping the man would fuck her hard and fast.
Herbert was in a height of ecstasy he had never known before, now that his hungry cock was buried all the way in the juicy little anus. He'd never fucked anything so tight and sweet and hot as this! He knew he wouldn't last long, not as excited and horny as he was now, but he tried to prolong their pleasure as much as he could, beginning to work his penis very slowly in and out of her ass, long gradual thrusts that made them both sigh and shiver. Christ, it was great! Her moist anal walls gripped and rubbed his prick deliciously, her soft thighs tickled his balls. He wished he was capable of screwing all night, but it wouldn't be long now.
Hilda moaned steadily as the enormous hard cock reamed her anus, its powerful thrusts tugging at her labia and clit till she was fucked to the very trembling edge of orgasm. All she needed now to take her into it was a little more speed, a little more force. She bucked her buttocks against the man's belly, giving him a lewd hint of what she wanted, and he picked up on it instantly, banging her ever faster and harder.
Bless her, Herbert thought, this sweet little female! She had told him by her movements that she wanted more of his cock, wanted him to ball her brutally fast. Well, he was more than ready to obey! With a snort of pleasure, he began to stuff her ass with dizzying speed, and she responded, bucking her buttocks in time to his furious strokes. In a matter of seconds he felt an enormous load of cum pooling in his balls, rippling hotly the length of his cock, then jetting from his glans to sizzle deep in her ass.
"Uh, uh, uh!" he grunted, reeling with pleasure. "UHHHHHHH!AAAGGGHHHHH!"
Hilda took his hot seed joyfully, then felt herself cumming, too. She joined her inarticulate yelps to the man's happy bellowing, pumping her ass wildly and shrieking, "Eeeeee! AHHHHH!"
Hilda and Herbert woke fully from their dreams with the violence of their orgasms, writhing and jerking and wailing together for some moments. But it was only as they sank exhausted and satisfied onto the bed, his long limp cock still firmly gripped in her tight asshole, that they realized what had happened. Hilda remembered the bellowing voice and recognized it now as her husband's. Herbert, with the gray light of dawn, saw her half-turned face and knew it was his wife he'd buggered. Both were horrified.
"Oh, my God!" Hilda began to weep. "You-you-did it to me when I was asleep, helpless, and in that filthy way! Herbert, how could you?"
"Oh, Christ," he muttered apologetically, "I'm sorry, dear! I was dreaming, I didn't realize what I was doing until just now! Honestly, I'm sorry!"
"Then get your penis out of me!" wailed Hilda.
Herbert obeyed at once, and in shame and embarrassment they drew apart, moving to opposite sides of the bed and turning their backs to each other. To avoid any more talk of the incident, they both pretended to go back to sleep, but in fact neither could really drift off again. Hilda still lay horrified and repelled by what she'd done, letting Herbert stick his huge ugly cock in her anus, enjoying it wildly. Of course she'd been asleep, not in command of herself, but that didn't make it any prettier.
Herbert was not quite so upset, in fact he was quietly amused by now. Poor old Hilda, getting it in the ass! She, who hated sex even in the ordinary way-it really was ironic and wickedly funny. And it had been one hell of a good cum, too. He sighed wistfully. If only Hilda would let him do that to her all the time! He wouldn't need his fantasies then! But it was useless to hope. She was frigid, always had been, and he would never have such a chance again. And of course he'd be on her shit list for at least a week, getting freezing stares and deadly silences. Not that it would be anything extraordinary-they never talked much anyway. Oh, hell, why couldn't he have had the good luck to marry a woman who liked sex?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hilda looked out the window and saw Barry and Fred coming down the street. Her heart pounded as she checked her appearance in the hall mirror. Fred had kept his promise. The two boys were back to take up where they'd left off yesterday. She hoped it would please them that she was wearing the black negligee again.
The doorbell rang, and Hilda hurried to answer. She flung open the door. Yes, it was them-Barry blushing and smiling shyly, Fred grinning cockily as he stood with hands on hips.
"Oh, hello, boys!" Hilda greeted them. "Won't you come in?"
"That's what we had in mind," answered Fred, entering the house ahead of Barry. "Let's get to it right away, okay? My cock's hard already."
Both Hilda and Barry were irritated by his rudeness. They'd had an idyllic, gentle scene till Fred butted in, but there was nothing they could do about it. His threat to tell the whole town about them was a powerful hold over them, and they would have to do as he wanted. But not in all things. Hilda would not tolerate his bad manners.
"No, Fred," she snapped, "we will not get to it right away. I'm not just a thing that you can use for your pleasure any time you want to. I have feelings."
Fred, realizing he had irritated her, shuffled his feet, then said sullenly, "Aw, all right, whatever you say, Mrs. Archer."
"That's better," said Hilda. "Now come on to the bedroom, you two."
Now that her young lovers were actually in the house and she seemed to have Fred under control for the time being, Hilda allowed herself to think of what pleasant things they might do that afternoon. Above all, she wanted to play with their handsome bodies, especially cocks and balls, but there were many other possibilities as well. Knowing Fred's determined nature, she suspected he'd want to take up where they left off last time, having her suck his penis while Barry fucked her from behind. But to her amazement, Hilda found herself bored by the idea-already it was old hat, and she wanted something different. Well, there was plenty of time. She would just see what developed.
"I have an idea, boys," she announced as they undressed, "something I think we'll all enjoy."
The boys were eager and cooperative. After Hilda lay down on her back in the center of the bed, she had Fred and Barry lie on either side of her, facing the opposite way, so that she could play with their pricks, balls, and anuses while they had free access to her pussy. This met with everyone's approval, and soon they were all happily playing with each other, Hilda sighing as boyish fingers trailed, rubbed, and explored over her clit, labia, cunt and ass, the boys wriggling excitedly as the older woman expertly massaged and teased their small cocks, testicles, and anuses. Hilda only wished they had all day for their sport, but it was best to be cautious and allow themselves only two hours, considering what had happened last time, the near-fatal encounter with Herbert.
"Hey, Mrs. Archer." The recently-chastened Fred spoke almost meekly. "I sure would like it if you'd suck my cock. Are you gonna do it?"
"Be patient, Fred!" Hilda said and laughed. "I'll get around to it before we're through."
"And I didn't get to finish fucking, either," Barry reminded her politely. "Do you think we'll have time?"
"Oh, I'm sure we will, dear," Hilda replied rather absent-mindedly. Something else had engaged her attention, the way the boys' small floppy white pricks lay so close together. It reminded her of their last session, when Fred had made her suck both cocks at once. That hadn't been bad, not at all. She felt her mouth fill with saliva at the very thought. Well, why not? she thought. You only live once. Swiftly she gathered the two little pricks to her mouth and sucked them in, rubbing them together in the tight slick nest between tongue and palate.
"Oh, wow, Mrs. Archer!" exclaimed the more polite Barry. "It feels great!"
Hilda acknowledged their pleasure by sucking them faster, using her tongue tip to wriggle tenderly under wrinkled foreskins to tickle the naked glans. At the same time she inserted a little finger in both assholes and began pumping, gradually working her fingers all the way into the tight moist passages.
"Yeah, yeah!" chanted Fred. "Get your finger in there, ma'am! Christ, that's good!"
Barry only sighed and wriggled his ass to show how much he enjoyed her penetration. While continuing her noisy, juicy sucking of their little flapping cocks and reaming their small assholes with her fingers, Hilda managed to use her other fingers to tickle their balls. In their feverish delight, between howls and yelps and squeals, the two boys attacked her red juicy parts, Barry tonguing her clit furiously, Fred imitating Hilda herself by working a finger into her anus and giving her a delicious pumping. Hilda felt her cunt creaming abundantly in response to the double stimulation, and she moaned and gurgled deep in her throat.
But somehow she wanted more than this, and some yet-unknown need was making itself felt. What was it? It had something to do with Fred's poking, probing finger which had now snaked deep into her anus. Yes, that was it, she felt a new and sudden desire to be fatly penetrated there. Like-oh, my God, like Herbert had accidentally done to her last night! When she realized this, Hilda felt ashamed and disgusted with herself. How could she want such a loathsome thing?
Momentarily she forgot her happy play with the boys, even while, mechanically, she continued to suck their pricks and finger balls and anuses. She recalled last night's events, the wonderful dream of Barry, then the violent joy she had felt when she dreamt of the stranger's huge cock in her ass, the abandoned way she had cum. Except that that part hadn't, after all, been a dream! Herbert really was fucking her in the ass all the while, and she'd loved it! God, how awful! Her play with the two boys seemed innocent and happy, but everything connected with Herbert-with all grown men-seemed dirty and depraved. Men and their foul lust! If she hadn't known how little Herbert was interested in sex, she'd suspect that he'd buggered her on purpose. But no, that wasn't like meek, skinny Herbert at all.
In any case, she must put the incident out of her mind. That would be easy to do, she was so close to cumming. Why not gratify the boys' wishes now, and take up where they'd left off yesterday? She abruptly spat out their cocks.
"Boys," she gasped, "should we do the other thing now? Me sucking Fred's cock while Barry fucks me?"
Two stiff little pricks, plus the excited shouts of the boys, announced their agreement, and they quickly scrambled to take their places, Barry kneeling behind her big plump ass, Fred grinning and lying down on his back so that his straight-standing little cock grazed her lips.
"Jeez," he said excitedly, "you really gonna let me cum in your mouth? Will you swallow my stuff?"
"That's the idea, darling," Hilda said. "I like the taste very much."
Fred shrugged and waited happily for her to get on with it. Mrs. Archer really had some weird ideas, but as long as they were this much fun, he wasn't going to knock it. He gave a whinny of delight as Hilda suddenly fastened her lips around his ready prick and sucked it into her mouth.
"Ummmm," she muttered, already anticipating the flood of boyish cum that would soon splatter in her mouth. Now, if Barry would just get going, things would be perfect. Why didn't he put his cock into her? He was kneeling back there, poised and ready, holding onto her hips for balance, yet he did not act. Was he afraid, too polite, uncertain of how to proceed? With an exasperated sigh, Hilda briefly left off sucking Fred and said, "Go ahead, Barry, put your cock in my cunt."
"It is in, Mrs. Archer!" he replied bewilderedly.
Hilda tensed, concentrated on feeling. Yes, by God, he was in! Or so she assumed: she could feel his taut belly gently slapping her ass as he pumped, feel his tight little balls banging her thighs. But she couldn't feel his cock! Barry's little penis, in spite of its ready stiffness, was simply too small for her wide, mature vagina, like a minnow in an ocean. This wouldn't do at all! Maybe if she changed positions-Yes, if she was face to face with the boy, if they did it that way, she'd be tighter. But then what about Fred? She couldn't have both of them underneath her. The mechanical details were exasperating. And there was still that nagging need for something in her anus ... Hilda blushed as an idea came to her. But she had to try it, she just had to!
"Hold everything, boys!" she announced excitedly. "I just thought of something that will be even more fun than this!"
By now the boys had come to admire and respect Hilda's inventiveness, and they made no protest. Ordering them to change places, she straddled Barry as he lay on his back, seized his hard little cock, and quickly worked it into the dripping mouth of her cunt, easing herself down on it to complete penetration. Yes, that was much better! She could feel it now, the sharp, stiff, three-inch penis that was already making impatient jabs against the pulpy walls of her cunt.
"Ummm, yes!" she purred. "That's much nicer! Do you like it this way, Barry?"
"Yeah," the blond said, "it's tighter around my cock this way! Oh, boy, let's do it!"
"Hey, what about me?" Fred protested. "Where can I put my cock?"
"Why, you get the best place of all, Fred," she answered placatingly. "You're going to stick it in my ass."
"In your ass?" Fred seemed astounded at the idea. But then a mischievous grin spread over his freckled face. "Hey, yeah, cool!"
Hilda grinned, too. That was why she'd chosen Fred for the task-she knew the lewdness, the naughtiness of it would appeal to a mind like his. "I'm glad you approve, Fred," she laughed. "Now, will you just do it?"
"Oh, right!" Bracing himself by clinging to her wide hips, Fred pointed his skinny stiff cock right at the brown pucker of her anus, wormed the tip inside, then pushed, sending his little shaft deep into tight, hot, pungent flesh.
"Ahhhhh!" moaned Hilda. "It's delicious! Oh, yes, Fred, keep doing it, get in all the way!"
"Uh, uh, UH!" grunted Fred, pushing furiously, seeking to sink his cock all the way to his balls. "Yeah, really good! Uhhhh!" And it was good, so much tighter than her cunt, a passage much better suited to his immature cock. Fred grunted and whined his pleasure, while Hilda groaned delightedly at the double stuffing she was getting, and Barry humped away in deep, serious concentration, panting and moaning. They made so much noise that not one of them heard a car pull into the driveway, then the back door opening....
Herbert Archer was disgusted with himself. This constant horniness was simply getting out of hand! Today at the office it had hit him again, only worse than ever. Again Miss Devon had dropped her note pad (she was a remarkably clumsy girl, in addition to being a scatterbrain), again she had stooped to retrieve it, giving Herbert a brief but tantalizing glimpse of blue silk panties and sweet little ass. The effect was instantaneous: up went his prick, hard as hell and aching for relief. His balls swelled up, too, so that he'd had to sit spraddle-legged to ease the crowding in his pants. Mournfully he'd waited for the erection to go away, as it usually did after half an hour or so, but this time it wouldn't quit. He waited and waited, and still the obscene bulge remained. Instead of receding, his lust increased, until he felt he'd die if he didn't jack off. He was totally unable to work under the circumstances, and finally he'd let Miss Devon go early, closed the office, and came home, hiding his enormous cock stand under his raincoat as best he could. Christ, this just couldn't go on! He'd have to take a mistress or something. But in the meantime, he intended to do something about his nagging erection.
He came quietly in the back door of the house, praying that Hilda wouldn't be home. If she was, he'd have to lock himself in the bathroom, run the water loudly, and jerk off as fast as possible, in order not to arouse her suspicions, but that routine was getting to be a drag. Just for once he wanted to masturbate in another room, at his leisure, making as much noise as he wanted.
He didn't find her in the kitchen or living room, and didn't think of looking in the bedroom-its door was closed, he heard nothing, and there was no reason for her to be there at this time of day. Good! She must be out shopping, and since all her shopping trips took at least four hours, he had the house to himself. Humming happily, he unzipped his fly and sighed with relief as his painfully stiff cock popped out of its tight confinement. Wickedly, enjoying his solitude and freedom, he strolled through kitchen and living room, letting his huge bloated cock wag in the air before him, stopping to admire it in the hall mirror. A good eight inches long, he thought proudly, and enormously thick. There must be plenty of women in town who'd jump at the chance to be screwed with a big piece of meat like that, yes, plenty of them! Too bad his wife wasn't one of them!
He wrinkled his face in annoyance as he thought of last night, Hilda's horrified, puritannical reaction to what had, in fact, been one hell of a good fuck. If she could just relax and enjoy for a change! He desperately wanted to get his cock into her ass again-so tight, so clinging, yet so slick! But he knew she would die before submitting. Damn her! Well, she wouldn't be able to say much when he found another woman, as he now intended to do. If she couldn't do the simplest wifely duty, taking care of his sexual needs, then he'd find somebody who could.
Meanwhile, however, he intended to have a long, leisurely jerk-off. Herbert returned to the kitchen, the easiest place to clean up in case his cum shot out of control, and tried to think of some new thing to masturbate into. The bar of soap routine was getting to be a bore, and, God knows, he must already have the cleanest cock in town. What else, what could he use? In a flash he remembered a recent popular novel, which everyone said was "dirty" and which everyone consequently read ravenously, in which the hero in one scene jerked off into a piece of raw liver. Herbert laughed, recalling how funny it had seemed to him when he read the book. Yet, not really a bad idea ... Hell, it would almost approximate the slick flesh of the vagina, if only it were warm.
Wondering a little at his own daring, Herbert opened the refrigerator and inspected its contents. Hamburger, no, that wouldn't work. Ditto pork chops, all those bones would be an impediment, not to mention a hazard. The rest of the meat was frozen, and only a confirmed masochist would try using it. Vegetables, fruit ... Wait. On the bottom shelf, in a brown paper bag, what was that? Herbert looked inside, gawked, reddened-and then, with a look of determination, took the package out of the fridge. It was a whole frying chicken.
He held the bird up by its wings, looked it over, and found what he expected to find, the hole between its legs where unwanted parts had been removed. He reached inside the cavity and felt around. Yes, by God, it would do fine! It was slippery, moist, and pulpy, just like a cunt. Herbert whisked the chicken over to the sink and ran hot water into the hole, warming the inside. He hummed faster, and his cock twitched impatiently. At last the bird was ready, and Herbert placed it at the edge of the counter, held it with one hand, and with the other directed his fat purple cockhead into the hole between its legs. Oh, yes, perfect! Now the flesh was very warm.
He drew his cock out again and swiftly began to concoct a daydream, some sexy fantasy to go with the scene. A young girl, but who? Miss Devon. Yes, Miss Devon in place of the chicken, sitting on the counter with her knees drawn up, exposing her creamy little slit to him, grinning and waiting for him to ball her.
"Ooooo!" she would exclaim admiringly. "What a huge peter you have, Mr. Archer!"
"Thank you, my dear," he would reply, debonair, in total control of the scene. "Would you like me to slip it in now?"
Her eyes would roll, she would flush with arousal. "Oh, golly, yes! I can hardly wait!"
Still he would tease. "Tell me, Miss Devon," he would leer, "just exactly what you want."
"Oh, God," she would moan, "I want you to shove that gorgeous big cock into my cunt! Please, Mr. Archer, now!"
Grinning, he placed the hugely swollen tip of his cock against the small wet mouth of her cunt-in reality against the chicken-and held it there, just at the entrance, tantalizing her.
"Like this, my dear?" he asked.
In reply, a great hot flood of cream spurted from her little cunt mouth, bathing the highly sensitive flesh of his glans. He grinned again, shoved, and Miss Devon squealed ecstatically as the enormous sausage-like prick nosed into her....
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, no one had heard a thing; their own happy noises drowned out all of Herbert's activities. Barry's slim hips pumped frantically, and his handsome face was twisted in a smile of horny pleasure, as he worked his hungry little cock against the pulpy hot walls of Hilda's cunt. Every jab of his glans against creamy flesh made him gasp and twitch, and he knew it would not be long until he felt the beautiful flight of cumming. Fred, kneeling behind Hilda, clenched his teeth as he pounded his belly against her big ass, slamming his cock into her anus as fast and hard as he could, wild with joy at the tight slickness he was fucking. This was the best thing yet, he felt, doing it to her in the ass.
Hilda gurgled and babbled mindlessly as she enjoyed the delicious double fucking, two hard little cocks poking with blinding speed in cunt and ass, bringing her to a peak of lusty abandonment she'd never known before. "Oh, fuck, fuck," she moaned, too far gone to be shocked at her own words, "fuck me, boys, yes, yes, I love it! Fred, your prick feels so great deep in my ass like that, keep doing it! Oh, Barry, hammer me with your sweet little cock, yes, even harder! Ahhh, God!"
Her almost insane, lewd chanting made little impression on Barry, who was entirely absorbed in the mounting pleasure of stroking her cunt with his stiff prick, tuning out everything else. But Fred found himself powerfully excited by her words. He liked the feeling of power, the power he had to make this otherwise dignified and respectable older woman go out of her skull with pleasure. Earlier she had lectured him sternly on his manners, tried to boss him around, but now he had her number. He was fucking her ass and making her love it!
"You like taking it in the ass, huh, Mrs. Archer?" he gleefully panted. "You really dig getting my cock in there?"
"Ohhhh!" confirmed Hilda. "Aaaaagggghhhh!"
The plump woman was suddenly wailing and shaking as a violent orgasm swept her body. Every nerve thrilled, every muscle clenched and contracted, and the two boys felt their swift-jabbing pricks gripped by her convulsing vaginal and anal walls.
"Shit, shit," Fred chanted, "you're makin' me cum, ahhhh, yeah, here it is!"
Red-hot seed sizzled deep in her anus and Fred squealed and humped furiously. At almost the same moment, Barry shrieked with delight and splattered her womb with his cum.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" he sobbed. "So good ... AHHHHH!"
Hilda gratefully took the double load of cum, almost weeping with happiness. Never, never had she been so well fucked as now....
CHAPTER NINE
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Herbert had been busy with his chicken. Fucking a chicken was ludicrous, of course, he dimly realized that. But soon he was totally absorbed in his fantasy, the fryer replaced by a happily squealing Miss Devon, her cute little tits bouncing, her blonde curls falling loose around her pretty flushed face, as he balled her hard and fast. He could see the thick white shaft of his cock stretching her little cunt mouth, ramming home, pulling out again to drip with her cream. All the while she kept up a rapturous, lewd chant to his prowess.
"Ooooo, Mr. Archer!" she cooed. "I love getting it from you! Your great big wonderful cock-Ohhhh! Yes, yes, slam it to me, ahhhh!"
He wished the beautiful fantasy would go on all day, but it was exciting him swiftly to a point of no return, a peak at which he would not hold back his orgasm. He felt the familiar stiffening in his balls, a blinding ripple of sensation from the root of his prick to the very tip, then a burning, sizzling sensation in his glans-hole. He gasped, arched his body, and slammed his cock deep into hot flesh.
And so, just as the pandemonium of cumming broke out in the bedroom, the chorus of wild yelps and shrieks and moans which he might otherwise have heard, Herbert Archer knew nothing but his own bellows and howls of climax.
"Ahhhh, Jesus!" he howled to the fantasized Miss Devon. "Take my cum, baby! AHHHHH!"
At last, gasping and dripping sweat, he felt his emptied penis slipping from its fleshy sheath to droop exhaustedly from his pants. Christ, it had been good! Only, this damned chicken-it was full of his cum! He'd have to clean it up somehow. Sighing, zipping his fly, Herbert carried the chicken to the sink and began to run water into it. The sound of the water drowned out the noises of Fred and Barry, who had dressed and were leaving by the front door.
Then suddenly the kitchen door opened and Hilda walked in, wearing a bathrobe. Utterly astounded to see each other, she and Herbert only stared open-mouthed for a moment, till finally she found her voice.
"Why, Herbert, dear, you're home early, aren't you? What are you doing?" She noticed that he was holding a chicken under the faucet.
"Early? Oh, yes!" stammered Herbert. "Not much doing at the office, so I thought I'd come home and help you get dinner. I hope this chicken was meant for tonight." He pondered for a moment. "But I didn't realize you were home, dear. I didn't hear you."
"Oh," Hilda answered, equally flustered, "I was taking a nap."
They inspected each other closely for a moment, then, satisfied that each was telling the truth, turned away, filled with relief that their illicit activities had gone unheard. My God, thought Hilda, that was a close call! I've got to be more careful! If Herbert hadn't been running the water, he'd have heard everything!
Herbert, still washing out the chicken, wondered at his own folly in not checking the bedroom before jerking off. Good Lord, if Hilda had walked in while he was masturbating into a chicken! She'd have had him locked up, no doubt, thinking him a dangerous sex maniac. He'd have to watch it in the future. Still, it would have been funny, in a way. Especially the look on her face.
"How shall we have this chicken, dear?" he asked, grinning to himself. "Baked, roasted, or fried?"
How weak I am, thought Hilda, as she watched out the living room window. It was the next afternoon, and for the past twenty-four hours she had been telling herself that it must end. Her sex scene with Fred and Barry was simply too dangerous to continue. But now, with the time of their visit approaching, she felt herself losing all resolve. They'd done so much already, how could it hurt to see each other one more time? Just a kind of farewell session, that's all it would be, and then she'd tell them of her decision. Yes, that would be best. She didn't want to begin the visit by angering them, and she couldn't let them in the house without wanting to touch them, undress them, and play their usual games.
Wickedly, Hilda thought of a surprise for the boys. She had planned to wear an attractive red hostess gown, but now she slipped it off, tossed aside her underclothing, and prepared to greet them naked. Fred, at least, would get a kick out of it. He loved naughty things.
The doorbell rang, and she rushed to the door, opened it partway, and calculatedly leaned out with one tit showing, an impish smile on her face. "Oh, hello-" she began, and then stopped abruptly.
Clarence Dibble, the elderly mailman, gawked. Mrs. Archer, usually so distant and dignified, was leaning out her front door with one plump bare breast showing, the nipple reddish-brown and stiff. He found his eyes glued to her nipple as he stood in paralyzed wonder.
"Oh, my goodness, Mr. Dibble!" Hilda giggled hysterically and ducked back inside till only her red face was showing. "I was about to take a bath, and the doorbell rang, and I rushed to get it, not even thinking...."
"Uh, package for you, Mrs. Archer," the old man stammered. He handed her the package, turned with great dignity, and walked quickly into the hedge. There, instead of backing out and going to the gate, he fought his way through the thick shrub, muttering, then stumbled away down the block.
Hilda closed the door and leaned against it, shaking with laughter. Poor old Mr. Dibble! The phone began to ring, and Hilda was starting to cross the room to answer it, when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and saw Fred and Barry coming up the front walk. To hell with the telephone, let it ring! She was ready for some fuck fun.....
Half an hour earlier, Herbert had been strolling aimlessly downtown, having again closed the office early. Miss Devon had gigglingly informed him that it was her birthday, and he'd let her go home and had given himself the afternoon off, too. There wasn't that much work to do at the office, and he needed to walk around for a while and think. It was time to do something about the hopeless mess of his sex life, but he just wasn't sure what. Divorce? A mistress? That was heavy stuff, and he ought to consider carefully before making any decisions. All he knew was that his wife refused to take care of his needs, and that he was sick of his childish masturbation scene, too.
Paying little attention to where he was going, Herbert wandered into a busy section of theatres and cocktail lounges and high-class restaurants. He was walking along, deep in thought, when he heard a voice beside him.
"Hey, mister, want to have a good time?"
Herbert looked around and saw a girl, about sixteen or seventeen, very pretty, but with a hardened, practiced smile that was too old for her face. She had long red hair, a superb slim body with perky pointed little breasts, lovely long legs. He felt immediately what a delight it would be to touch her naked, firm young body. But the girl was obviously a whore. The familiar come-on, the words, the smile-there could be no doubt about it. Herbert had grown up with a disgust for prostitution, even a fear of it. No decent man, his strict parents had told him, would have anything to do with "a woman of ill repute." And, beyond even that, he'd never been unfaithful to Hilda. He shouldn't do anything impulsively.
"What about it, mister?" the girl said softly, smiling at him. "We could have some fun, just you and me."
Herbert thought fast. She was so pretty, so neat and clean-looking, and so young. Just what he wanted. All the things he'd never get from Hilda, a chance to have sex in the normal way. He'd never considered a prostitute, but was it really that much different from taking a mistress?
"How much?" he found himself asking.
The girl studied him, making an expert appraisal of his ability to pay: comfortable, but not rich. "Special for you," she grinned, "twenty dollars."
"You're on," said Herbert, not really caring about the price. He only wanted to get this beautiful little chick in bed, the sooner the better.
The girl was frowning. "There's just one thing. I didn't expect to score, this time of day, so I let my girlfriend use my apartment this afternoon. She got thrown out of her place. But we could get a motel."
"Wait a minute," Herbert said, "maybe we can go to my place. I'll just phone and see if my wife's out."
The girl nodded, and he stepped into a nearby phone booth, put in his dime, and dialed. It was a crazy idea, of course, and even if Hilda was not home, it would be risky. But he wanted, more than anything, to have the girl in his own bed, the bed where he'd spent twenty years of frustration as he listened to the snores of his frigid wife. It would be exactly what Hilda deserved, and such a glorious symbolic end to his unhappiness. Yes, he just had to do it that way!
The phone rang at the other end, rang again and again. He let it go on ringing for a full two minutes, just to be sure, then hung up with a smile of delight. No Hilda. At this time of day, she'd probably be at the hairdresser's, and that was good for three hours at least. The house was his.
He returned to the young whore, took out his wallet, and handed her some bills. "Hey," she said, "this is thirty dollars. I only asked for twenty."
"I know," said Herbert. "It's going to be worth it. Come on."
Hilda wished the phone would stop ringing. The boys had been suitably delighted when she greeted them naked, and now they were undressed, too, and pawing her body. She wanted to drown out everything else and just enjoy their attentions, but it was impossible with that damned phone going on and on. No doubt it was Herbert, wondering if she'd sent his suit to the cleaners, or some other stupid thing. But she wasn't going to answer. This was her time for fun, all the wickedly delightful fun her husband had never given her. Only now, after twenty years of nothing with Herbert, was she learning the joys of sex.
At last the phone quit. "Should we go in the bedroom?" Fred asked.
"No," Hilda said impulsively, "let's stay out here for a change. What would you like to do today?"
"Anything's okay with me, Mrs. Archer," said Barry politely.
"Well, I never did get sucked off," Fred pointed out. "Remember, last time, you started to do it, then had me put it in your ass instead? So I still wanta find out what it's like."
Hilda felt unaccountably happy today, ready even to indulge Fred's rudeness. "All right, Fred," she laughed, "you'll get your wish. But let's make it even more fun-I'll suck both of you at once." She'd been longing for a mouthful of cock all day, and she hoped Fred would consent to sharing her mouth with Barry.
"Sure, why not?" he shrugged.
"Oh, wow, yeah!" chirped Barry.
Smiling, Hilda maneuvered the naked little boys to stand hip to hip in front of her. She knelt and contemplated their pretty little cocks, so white and soft and droopy, ending in pointed wrinkles, Fred's a little longer and thinner than Barry's. Lower down their rosy round testicles hung limply, not yet aroused. She didn't know where to begin, for she wanted to touch the boys everywhere at once. On a mischievous impulse she suddenly crawled around behind them, her big tits swaying, and began playfully nibbling their small tight buttocks. The boys giggled. She licked both little white asses, then parted the cheeks of Fred's ass and licked the pink anal opening. Fred sighed, then moaned softly as she worked her tongue into his asshole, stuffing it full and licking it clean of its pungent juices before withdrawing and doing the same to Barry's ass. The boys were in a high state of excitement, their little white pricks half erect, when she crawled around in front of them again and suddenly sucked Fred's balls into her mouth.
"AAAHHH!" howled the red-haired boy. "Jesus, yeah, suck my balls! Outa sight!"
Hilda gently tongued and sucked the soft meat, rolling it against cheek and palate, till she felt the boy's testicles swelling and tightening in her mouth. She looked up and saw Fred's young prick lurch into stiff erection, the foreskin slipping back to reveal the cherry-red glans. Then she released him and turned to Barry, gulping his balls and swishing them around in her hot saliva.
"Ohhh, man!" cried Barry. "Nice!" His balls bloomed fat and stiff in her mouth, his little cock swiftly lengthened and hardened till it stood straight up and nuzzled his belly. From the gleaming red head oozed a tiny drop of cream. Hilda released his balls and lapped up the little droplet, making Barry shiver and sigh.
"Now stand very close together, boys," Hilda instructed hoarsely, "so I can suck on both your cocks at once."
They obeyed, and she shuddered joyfully as she fastened her lips firmly around both little red cockheads and sucked in hard.....
It was only a few minutes' drive from downtown to the Archers' house. As Herbert drove, humming softly to himself, the pretty young prostitute studied him warily. At last she spoke.
"Hey, I was wondering, since you paid me more than I asked for-do you, well, want anything special?" She then made her voice warmer, realizing how business-like she sounded. "I'm not complaining, understand, but I just like to know ahead of time."
Herbert turned to give her a brief, dreamy smile, then concentrated on the road again. "Special?" he mused. "You mean like giving me a blow-job, or letting me fuck you in the ass? No, I don't think so. I haven't time to explain the circumstances, my dear, but this is a very important and happy occasion for me, and all I want to do is ball you till we're both raw. Oh, I might want to begin by eating your sweet little pussy for a while, but the main course will be one long good old-fashioned fuck. I hope that's satisfactory with you."
Herbert was astounded at himself. He had never used such language to a woman before, had even blushed to say such words to himself. But somehow, today, he felt so carefree, so crazily happy, and above all so horny, that the words just flowed out.
The young whore grinned at him. "Sure, mister, whatever you want. You paid for it." She liked this funny little man, in spite of his rimless glasses and balding head and mousy manner, or maybe even because of all those things. He had a sense of humor, and he was kind of gutsy, in spite of his appearance. Such a nice change from all those hairy-chested sweaty guys who acted like Super Stud, thinking they thrilled her by practically raping her. Yeah, this job might even be fun. Usually she did not cum with her customers, only faked it, but maybe she'd give herself a treat today. If this odd little guy turned out to be as gentle and expert as he sounded, she might just let herself go.
Herbert swung the car into the driveway and parked near the back door, being as quiet as he could. "We'll go right into the bedroom," he whispered to the girl. "The neighbors can see into the living room, so it's best to avoid it."
She nodded, and he helped her out of the car, took her hand, and led her in the back way, going right from the kitchen to the bedroom. He closed the thick door, blotting out all other sounds that might have been heard. True to her profession, the girl was quick, having stripped to her bra and panties while he was still closing the door. These she now flung away, too, then stood naked and smiling. My God, she had a beautiful body! Herbert licked his lips and stared.
The girl laughed. "Come on, get undressed!"
"It's my birthday," Herbert lied. "You undress me. I want to be pampered."
She laughed again, then strode to him and began unknotting his tie. "By the way," she purred, "my name's Linda. Want to tell me yours?"
"Call me Herb," he said and sighed.
CHAPTER TEN
"Ummmm!" gurgled Hilda Archer. "UMMMMM!" Her mouth stuffed with two small, stiff, probing cocks, her hands cupping and squeezing two fat, rosy pairs of balls, she was perfectly happy. The plump middle-aged woman knelt before the two slim boys, her lips grostesquely stretched as she sucked their achingly erect pricks, conscious of nothing but the delightful activity she was engaged in and totally unaware that she and Fred and Barry were not alone in the house. Her excitement mounted with every second, and a steady trickle of hot cream seeped from her cunt to tickle her thighs and drip onto the carpet.
The two boys were equally oblivious of everything but their own intense pleasure. They stood bracing themselves with hands on Hilda's shoulders, their eyes squeezed tightly shut, teeth bared in little snarls of lust, slender hips pumping eagerly as they fed her their cocks in short fierce thrusts. Hot saliva bathed the rigid shafts of their pricks, velvety pulp of cheek lining and palate teased and aroused their creaming glans, while their joy was doubled by Hilda's steady, expert massage of their swollen balls.
"Ahhhh," moaned Barry. "Oh, Mrs. Archer, you're suckin' me so nice!"
"Jesus, yeah!" panted Fred. "Me, too! Don't it feel funny when our cocks bump each other?"
"Yeah!" giggled Barry. "But good!"
"Uhhhhh!" was all Fred could add at the moment.
Hilda glanced at the flushed, writhing boys, proud of her work. The sucking was getting very loud and noisy now, as eager saliva collected in her mouth and the tips of the two small cocks creamed steadily, but the obscene slurping and swishing sounds only added to Hilda's excitement. She knew the boys would be cumming very soon, that the result would be two flabby, limp pricks which could do nothing for her hungry cunt, but at the moment she didn't care. What she wanted more than anything was an abundant meal of their hot, salty cum. She began to squeeze their balls as if milking them, and she increased the pressure of her muscular tongue as she rubbed and vacuumed the two small hard cocks. The boys yelped and dug their fingers into her cushiony shoulders, then began to ram their bellies swiftly against her cheeks, in loud slaps, as they fed her their cocks with increasing speed.
"Ohhhhh!" shrieked Fred. "I'm gonna cum! AHHHHH!"
"Uhhhh!" grunted Barry. "Yeah, I feel your cum, Fred, it's squirtin' all over my cock! Here comes mine, too! Oh, oh, OHHHHH!"
Hilda felt first one hot jet, then a second, spattering into her throat. She groaned deeply, then began to swallow as fast as she could, trying to eat it all, working her mouth forcefully to pump their little pricks dry. She was rewarded with the biggest load of cum she'd ever tasted, yet even that did not seem sufficient. When at last the two boys had finished their howling, jerking ejaculation and had fallen limp and panting to the carpet, Hilda scrambled over them.
"Let me get it all!" she moaned wildly, bending to lick Fred's softened prick, then Barry's, clean of their juices. Finally there was not a drop left for her frantic tongue, and she gave a deep sigh and lay down between the two boys, absently curling her fingers around their droopy, wet pricks and toying with them. The aching, nagging feeling in her cunt was undiminished, in spite of the wild satisfaction she had just experienced when she swallowed the boys' cum. God, she needed something in there so badly, she was almost tempted to frig herself on the spot, to jamb a stiff finger into her soaked vagina and swiftly pump herself to a desperately needed orgasm. But no, she hadn't sunk that low yet, that she could masturbate in front of other people. She would have to wait until the boys left. Or, if luck was really with her today, she might get them hard again, but that was probably too much to hope for.
Or was it? Already the indefatigable Fred was musing, "Jeez, that was swell, Mrs. Archer! I just wish I could get my dick hard again, so we could fuck-I wanta do that, too."
"Stick around, Fred," Hilda said and smiled, "and I'll see what I can do for you." She gave his droopy cock an affectionate squeeze....
The girl had undressed Herbert and led him to the bed, where he was now feverishly, wonderingly, running his hands over her beautiful young body. Never had he possessed a woman like this! Hilda had been pretty enough when she was younger, and there'd been a few women before Hilda, but none of them could approach the beauty of Linda, the teenage prostitute. Her skin was firm yet incredibly soft and warm, inviting the touch. Her breasts were large for a girl so slender, rather long and oval, with light pink nipples which he could not resist tpnguing and sucking. The girl made a kind of purring noise as he sucked, curled her fingers in the little remaining hair he had, and stroked him.
"Ummmmm," she murmured, "I like that!"
Herbert worked on one nipple, then the other, pulling them into his mouth with a firm but gentle suck, then lashing them with the stiff tip of his tongue. As he did this, the nipples stiffened and sprang erect. He then moved on to the copper-colored curls of her mons, a tiny fluffy patch, kissed them, and found them very fine and soft. He had thought of fucking her right away, but now he knew he wouldn't-there were too many other goodies to explore first. It was feast to him just to be able to see, touch, and taste her lovely young body. Now he gently parted the furry mons lips with his fingers and eyed the dainty bright red bump of her clit; it trembled minutely and gleamed moistly. He nudged and tickled it with the stiff tip of his tongue, and the girl twitched, then moaned.
"Ummmm," she sighed, "yes! That's so nice!"
For her part, the girl was thinking, Wow, what a surprise! Completely belying his mousy, inept appearance, this odd little man was a superb lover, knowing just exactly how to arouse her. He went slowly, gradually, the way she liked men to do, sucking her breasts, caressing her body gently, as one might soothe a cat, never alarming her with rough quickness. Now, the way he was tonguing her clit, using just the tip of his tongue to circle it very slowly, sensually, and stiffly. Oh, God, she couldn't help loving it, wanting more of it! Yes, today she would let herself go completely, let this Herb character past her professional guard, and have herself a ball. It would be easy with a man like him. And to top things off, she'd noticed that he was remarkably well hung. As she'd undressed him, his cock had sprung erect-incidentally giving her a lot of trouble with his fly-and it was a monster! Eight inches at least, wonderfully thick and hard, it would be a delight to take into her cunt. Now, if he only knew how to use his cock as well as he used his fingers and tongue, her day would be perfect!
Herbert wondered if he was really arousing the girl or if she was just faking it, as whores are said to do. If she was faking, she sure was a fine little actress! Cooing, purring, arching her pussy up to feed him her clit, curling her fingers in his sparse hair, she was giving every sign of digging it as he tongued her fat little clit with deliberate slowness, a tantalizingly drawn-out circling of the tiny red shaft. Oh well, what did it matter if she was faking or not? He was getting his kicks either way. Never had he eaten such a sweet little pussy as hers. All the secret parts between her legs were incredibly dainty, almost child-like, the flesh cherry-red and firm and juicy, her cunt mouth the merest slit. Impulsively Herbert trailed his hot, wet tongue over her small labia, then abruptly stuffed it into her tiny cunt, pushing in as far as he could go.
"Oooooo!" squealed the girl. "My God, I LOVE that!"
A sudden spurt of burning cream all around his probing tongue told Herbert that she wasn't lying. He really was turning her on! A woman could fake a lot of things in bed, but the heavy, hot creaming of arousal was completely involuntary, not subject to control. He felt very happy. He was having fun anyway, but to know that he could arouse this lovely teenager made it all the better.
He stuffed and probed her juicy cunt a little longer, then pulled out his tongue and slid the stiff wet tip from cunt mouth to anus, making the girl shiver and sigh and open her shapely legs as wide as possible to give him room. Her anus was light brown and poked up in a bumpy little pucker, which he now teased with his tongue. He searched out the pinpoint hole in the middle of the pucker, then wriggled his tongue a little way inside, finding it very tight and hot.
"Uhhhhh!" Linda strained up to him, arching her back, relaxing her sphincter muscle so that Herbert could stuff his tongue all the way into her asshole. He reamed her swiftly, and she moaned, her tiny cunt spurting juice. Finally her pleasure appeared beyond bearing, for she fell back on the bed with a loud sigh, causing his tongue to slip out.
"You've done so many nice things for me," she said softly, her eyes warm and heavy-lidded, "now let me do something for you."
"Oh, I'm not tired yet," Herbert said and smiled.
"Maybe not. But it's my turn." She gave him a mischievous grin, then urged him onto his back. His huge cock stood straight up, the swollen purple glans blossoming wet and fat from its sheath. The girl set her hot little tongue tip right on the dark creaming hole, wriggled it inside, and Herbert moaned joyfully....
"Oh, wow, Mrs. Archer, this is crazy!" Fred said and giggled. Barry appeared to share his opinion, giggling and snickering.
How she'd ever gotten such an idea, she didn't know, but it was a lot of naughty fun. Wondering how she would make the boys' sagging little pricks hard again, she had thought of licking, tasting, and then had been struck with a sudden inspiration. Padding quietly into the kitchen, she returned grinning and holding a spoon and a jar of strawberry jam. At first the boys had no idea what she was up to, but when she had arranged them on their backs and had begun spooning the cold, sticky jam onto their cocks and balls, they'd cracked up. Like Fred said, it was crazy, and yet she could tell by the boys' bright, eager expressions that they were looking forward to her snack almost as much as she was.
Hilda coated their pricks and balls completely with the bright red jam, then sat back for a moment to survey her work. In a way, it was an unfortunate thing to have done, for it brought back a sharp and unwelcome memory to her. Cock and balls covered with bright red-the way Herbert's penis and testicles had looked on their wedding night.
Hilda shuddered as she recalled that horrible episode. She had married Herbert when they were both twenty, and a more ignorant couple was not to be imagined. They had plenty of information, but not the kind they needed. Both had been raised by strict, puritannical parents, whose only contribution to their sex education had been the assurance that the whole subject was too evil and disgusting to talk about. Once Herbert's father had given him a brief, embarrassed, and largely unintelligible explanation of what his cock was for; and on her wedding day, Hilda's mother had blushingly informed her that her honeymoon would consist of a lot of painful and repulsive attentions from Herbert which, as a good wife, she must "endure." Herbert and Hilda had separately gained a little more information from books, and a little more misinformation from their friends. And in this abysmal ignorance they'd arrived at the mountain cabin where they were to spend their honeymoon.
They had taken a long time undressing and getting into bed, Hilda wanting to delay the "repulsive" and mysterious things her new husband would want to do to her, Herbert suffering terrible guilt and shame for feeling all the lust which his stern father had told him no decent young man would feel. Both sets of parents had impressed on them that "nice" people do not express any pleasure in sex, but that act must be performed anyway in order to have children. Herbert wondered why he felt so eager, then, to perform his duty. Hilda only wished the whole ugly business was over with.
At last they were in bed, Hilda having insisted that they change into their nightclothes with the lights out, and that the lights remain out during what was to follow. When Hilda failed to respond to his timid and gentle caresses, Herbert decided that she would never be readier than she was, and he had clumsily mounted her, knelt between her legs, and fumblingly touched the tip of his cock to her dry virgin cunt mouth.
In that moment Hilda understood what was to happen. That horrible, ugly, and enormous THING of Herbert's, which she had accidentally touched as he climbed over her-that thing was to be inserted in her body! Fear and disgust swept over her, and she turned her face away and began to cry.
"Please, Herbert," she sobbed, "don't! It's too big! It'll hurt me!"
Herbert felt horribly guilty, but he knew that the duty must be performed, and there was also an excited tingling in his balls and cock that urged him to do it. "Hilda, darling," he pleaded, "it has to be done sometime, if we want children! And it will only hurt the first time. I'll be as gentle as I can."
"Oh, no, no, no!" wept Hilda. "Don't put that awful thing into me, please! Please-Ooooooo!" She screamed in terror as she felt Herbert give one powerful shove, then the brutal tearing of her hymen and the acutely painful stuffing of her virgin vagina. She continued to scream and sob as he reamed her.
The instant he sank his stiff penis into Hilda's resisting cunt, Herbert forgot all his promises of gentleness, all his guilt, all his misgivings. It was so incredibly hot and tight and slick! Christ, it was the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt! He'd done it to a few other women, but they were experienced, well-fucked, and very loose inside, so that he'd gotten little friction. This was more like it, the way it really ought to be! He didn't even hear Hilda's pitiful sobs and shrieks as he mercilessly widened and plumbed her narrow cunt, fucking swiftly to a wailing climax.
"Oh, Christ!" he shouted as he felt the first hot seed spurt from his glans. "Beautiful, it's so beautiful! Aaaaggghhh!"
Later, as Hilda continued to sob, Herbert had turned on the light to see what was the matter.
They both gasped. The bed was soaked with blood, as were Herbert's now-flaccid cock and balls and Hilda's thighs. His guilt and shame flooded back.
Nothing changed after that night; in fact, it set the tone of their whole marriage. Hilda was convinced that her husband was an animal, and she did not rest until, discouraged by her frigid response, he made only a few demands on her body and finally ceased fucking her at all. Herbert was convinced that his wife was frigid, and under the circumstances he balled her only when absolutely driven to it by unbearable need. Now, thinking back on it all, Hilda was overwhelmed at how much she had changed. At the beginning of her married life she had hated sex-and now, twenty years later, it was all she could think about, all she cared about. Poor Herbert! If only she'd been this way for him!
Now she looked down at the impatient, eager Fred and Barry, their tiny cocks and balls painted bright red with strawberry jam. She grinned. The sad days were over, and she had nothing ahead of her but wild fun. She was about to give those two boys a tonguing and sucking that would make their sweet little pricks stiff to the bursting point! She lunged for Fred, swept his limp penis into her mouth, and began greedily sucking off the jam while Barry watched and giggled....
Linda's pretty pink tongue was burrowed in the creamy hole of his glans, wiggling, probing, eating, and Herbert happily played with her lovely long tits as she worked. She was taking her time, bless her heart, doing it with the same sensual slowness with which he had tongued her clit. Only when she had lapped the hole clean did she progress to fitting her firm lips over the whole slick glans, swishing her tongue around the sensitive purple flesh, then beginning a slow, teasing suck. Herbert sighed blissfully, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sweet work of her mouth. He thought back to the one and only other time a woman had sucked his cock, the year he was seventeen, long before he'd met Hilda.
He was out on a date with a classmate named Edith, a girl whose enormous boobs were her solitary attraction. He remembered how all the guys at school could discuss Edith's jugs endlessly, yearningly, and how a date with Edith was not considered a success unless you got to take off her bra and play with her tits. In fact Edith permitted this activity regularly, but that was as far as she'd go. Nothing below the waist, that was her rule. On this particular night, in the back seat of his trusty old Studebaker, Herbert had already "scored," so to speak, having removed Edith's D-cup bra and fondling and kissing and sucking her mammoth white breasts. He was bored with doing it, and he was horny beyond endurance. All he wanted to do was fuck, but Edith was protesting.
Herbert Archer! she squealed. "You keep your hands where they belong! Leave my skirt alone! Good grief, aren't you ever satisfied? Look how far I've let you go already!"
"Edith," he moaned, "I can't fuck your tits! I mean, they're nice, they're gorgeous, and I like to play with them, but I'm horny, Edith, HORNY!"
"Well," she answered huffily, "That's just too bad! I'm a nice girl, and I intend to stay that way! If you're going to be rude, you can take me home!"
"Oh, no, Edith," Herbert growled, "I'm going to get into your pants if it's the last thing I do!"
Edith shrieked as he suddenly shoved his hand up her skirt, wriggled a finger inside her panties, and found her clit. Frigid bitch-it was dry! He rubbed it determinedly, and a strange transformation came over Edith. She gasped, shivered, trembled, and then went, "Oooooo!" He felt a gush of hot cream on his finger. Aha! She liked it! Herbert began to rub and tweak her clit for all he was worth.
In a matter of minutes Edith was flushed and panting and almost sobbing with pleasure. She lay limp and unresisting on the seat of the car while Herbert played with her clit. Now was his chance! He seized her panties and started to tug them down over her ass, but she sat up with a start and grabbed his wrists, fighting him.
"No, Herbert, wait!" she squeaked. "I'll take care of you another way! I just couldn't risk getting knocked up!"
He had no idea that there was any other way, and he suspected she was tricking him, but he was curious to see what she would do. She fumbled with his fly, finally managed to tug out his painfully swollen cock, and suddenly it was in her mouth.
It had not been an expert blow-job by any means, Herbert knew now, but at the time it was heavenly. In her hot juicy mouth, with his sensitive glans butting deliciously against slick palate, rough tongue, and silky cheek lining, while she sucked him fast and hard, it had taken him no time at all to shoot. Edith obediently swallowed it all, then daintily wiped her lips with a lace hanky and looked very proud of herself.
"There," she said, "wasn't that nice?"
"Ahhhh, God!" was all Herbert could reply. In gratitude, as soon as he got his breath back, he rubbed her clit till she squealed and came.
"She sucked my cock," he said wonderingly to his friends the next morning in the school lavatory. "Edith Oliphant sucked my cock!" No sooner was the news out than Edith swiftly became the most popular girl in school, at least with all her horny male peers. With two stellar attractions to offer-her magnificent tits and her willingness to eat cock-she never lacked for dates after that.
Herbert thought back fondly to that incident.
But Edith's amateurish work, sweet as it had been, could not compare with Linda's expert tonguing and licking and sucking. By now she had half the shaft in her mouth, which was all she could take of that enormous cock without swallowing it. She seemed to be doing everything at once, sucking him vigorously inward till his glans smashed into her drawn-in cheeks, massaging his shaft with her slick palate, wriggling her teasing tongue tip into the hole of his glans. At the same time, she was tickling his balls furiously.
"Oh, baby, baby," Herbert moaned, "it's great! Really great! But you better quit now-I'm gonna cum if you don't!"
Briefly Linda popped his big prick out of her mouth and leered at him. "So cum! I dig it, and afterwards I can get you up again fast enough."
"By God! You darling!" Herbert gawked at her in surprise and delight, then laughed. "Okay, that's great by me!"
She winked, then bent over him again and sucked his long cock back into her mouth, till half its length was deliciously bathed in her burning saliva. She began to suck it with dizzying speed, and Herbert yelped and pumped her hips. Oh, shit, she really knew her job! She was bringing him off fast, faster than he'd thought was possible. He arched his back and fed it to her, stabbing the back of her throat, as he felt the first sweet sting of orgasm-and then, to his wonder and joy, Linda swallowed his cum-spitting cock deep into her throat.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Jesus! Beautiful! AAAGGGHHHHHH!" Herbert bellowed, as he felt his cock go down, down, into her hot fleshy throat, spewing its cum all the way to her belly. She kept his squirting prick down there, getting it all, till his howling, sobbing ejaculation was over. Then she released him and grinned down at him.
"My specialty," she laughed.
"Oh, honey," Herbert panted, "that was the most beautiful cum I ever had! Christ, I damn near passed out!" He paused, caught his breath, and said apologetically, "But you really drained me. It'd be a miracle if my dick got hard again after that."
"Meet your local miracle worker," Linda said and laughed, reaching for his limp cock....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Hilda licked the last drop of strawberry jam from Barry's fat little balls, then drew back to admire her work. Barry and Fred's little white pricks were tongued clean, shining, and-most important of all-wonderfully stiff. Their immature testicles bloomed rosy and round, filled with ready seed. Yes, her work was complete. Now for the reward! Her dripping cunt almost hurt with horniness, the nagging need to be stuffed and fucked.
"Now what, Mrs. Archer?" Fred asked eagerly. "Our cocks are all hard again. Got any ideas?"
"Oh, yes, dear," cooed Hilda, "I have some ideas, all right! But first, just one more little taste."
She bent over the flushed, happy boys and used her stiff tongue to nudge back both foreskins: she liked to see the cherry-red glans, slick and gleaming and fat with erection.
"Hey," chirped Fred when she had finished, "you're always tasting us, but we never get to taste you! Come on, Barry, grab her!"
Hilda giggled and squealed as the two boys smilingly seized her arms and got her down on the carpet, then began pawing her plump body, squeezing her tits, pinching her ass, trailing grubby little fingers through her pussy hair.
"I know where let's start," Fred said impishly. "I bet I haven't sucked a tittie since I was a baby. Let's see what it's like."
Barry was more than willing, and the two boys cuddled up on either side of Hilda, like puppies suckling their mother, and drew her large dark red nipples into their hot mouths. Hilda moaned.
The sensation of sucking and tonguing was delicious, and she felt her cunt creaming hotly in response. Again like hungry puppies the boys nipped and tugged at her tits, making the big white globes quiver and bounce. But after a few moments, Fred, feeling somewhat embarrassed at this babyish activity, released her nipple and said with hoarse would-be virility, "Okay, enough of that! Let's lick her pussy!"
Always content to be guided by the more adventurous older boy, Barry laughingly obeyed, joining Fred in a rough scramble between Hilda's plump white thighs. The boys wriggled in till they nosed against her pussy fur, and then Fred pushed her legs up and out. Hilda understood and drew her knees up against her breasts, so that her slit was completely exposed and accessible.
"Okay," Fred instructed Barry, "you lick here and I'll lick there."
With her knees drawn up, Hilda could not see what the boys were doing, but she soon felt it. One little stiff tongue began lashing her swollen clit, another swiftly circled the soaked mouth of her cunt, then began darting in and out, quick and teasing like the tongue of a lizard.
"Eeeeee!" squealed Hilda. "I love it!"
Fred smiled smugly to himself. Too much, the way this dignified middle-aged broad could get hot over the kinkiest things, like right now as he rammed his tongue in and out of her big wet cunt. The taste was salty and strong, but nice, and he didn't mind doing it, especially when he could make her squeal like that and yell how much she was digging it. He had a great feeling of power over her, and he was delighted to discover that the faster and harder he tongued her, the more she squealed. He sucked in one of her fat red labial lips, and Hilda shrieked and creamed all over his chin. He tried the same with the other lip, got the same delightful result. God, she really dug it! Making his tongue stiff, he slid it back into her cunt, pushing in as far as he could, then giving her a swift probing.
"Ohhhhh!" wailed Hilda, driven to a lewd frenzy of pleasure. "Stuff your tongue in there, hard! Yes, yes, it feels so good! Ahhhh!"
Meanwhile Barry affectionately tongued her fat red clit. He liked Mrs. Archer a whole lot and was pleased to make her so happy. From her reactions, the way she sighed and shrieked and jerked her hips, he learned that what she liked best was for him to move the stiff tip of his tongue very slowly and teasingly around the moist shaft of the little organ, then suddenly to speed his motions till he was circling her clit with dizzying velocity, then slow again, alternating, teasing and maddening her. Before his wondering eyes, her red clit stiffened and swelled and twitched, like a miniature cock.
Hilda could bear it no longer. If she didn't get fucked now, she would die, she just knew it. She'd never been so frantically horny in her life, and the sucking and tonguing of her clit and cunt, sweet as it was, would not meet her needs. She needed to be balled, damn it, stuffed and rammed with hard, hot meat!
"Oh, boys!" she wailed. "Enough! I wanta fuck now!"
"Sure, lady, whatever you say!" Fred leered. He drew back and watched the writhing, red-faced woman, saw the white cream gushing from her famished cunt. Then he gave Barry a little push. "Stand back for a sec, I'll do it to her first."
"That's not fair!" Barry looked angry enough to cry. "Why do you always have to be first?"
"Oh, hell," said Fred, relenting, not wanting an argument at this crucial moment, "go ahead, I'll watch. I wanta see how it looks anyhow."
Barry flashed him a grateful grin, then, as Fred stepped back out of the way, the blond boy quickly wriggled his hips between Hilda's thighs and felt his stiff little cock slide into wet, mushy warmth.
"There, it's in!" he gasped proudly. "Can you feel it, Mrs. Archer? Do you like it?"
In fact, Hilda could feel nothing. It was as if her cunt were growing bigger every day, requiring more and more cock. She was in an agony of frustration and disappointment, but she resolved to say nothing about it. She did not want to hurt Barry's feelings, and certainly she did not want to point out the smallness of his cock in front of Fred, who would be sure to gloat.
"Yes, darling," she lied, making her voice sultry and low, "I feel it, and I like it very much."
"Great!" Barry smiled at her, then set to work, jerking his slim hips, frowning in manful concentration, digging his tiny hard prick into her hot pulp. Secretly he wished her cunt were tighter, so he could get more friction, but he would never tell her that. Yet friction was everything now, all he craved, and he began to stab his cockhead sideways, sawing and twisting, to butt her vaginal walls instead of nosing into the black emptiness of the passage.
Hilda felt a few feeble thumps and pokes, that was all. She couldn't stand it anymore. All that frantic humping, all Barry's willing fucking, was being wasted, at a time when she desperately needed to be fucked.
"Not enough cock!" she babbled insanely. "Gotta have more cock! Fred, shove yours in there, too! Hurry!"
Fortunately, Barry was too gratified by the results to be insulted. Fred obeyed Hilda's command with lightning speed, wriggling down beside Barry and jamming his hard little prick into her gasping creaming vagina. Immediately everybody was happier. Two pricks fucking side by side produced the needed tightness for the boys and gave the fat stuffing that Hilda craved.
"Oh, yes, YES!" Hilda sobbed. "Plenty of good hard cock! Fuck me now, boys, fuck me, fuck me!"
Fred and Barry joyfully set to work....
Linda's expert, flying fingers, her naughty, knowing mouth, had done their work. Herbert, to his surprise and delight, had gotten hard again within minutes and was now sporting a swollen, red, angry erection every bit as good as the first one. He felt tender gratitude toward the lovely teenage girl: she had saved his dream for him, made it possible for him to fuck her after all.
"You sweetheart," he said softly, kissing her, "I'm gonna ball you till you squeal!"
"Well, all RIGHT!" laughed Linda. "Let's go!"
In fact she was so excited and horny, she could hardly hold still as Herbert arranged her on her hands and knees, ass in the air. This strange little guy had really turned her on, like nobody else ever had, and she was dying to get his out-sized cock into her steadily creaming cunt. She just prayed he wasn't a quick shooter, that he'd hang in there for a few minutes at least, till she had cum. She shivered with anticipation now as he knelt behind her, seized her slim hips, and wedged the fat tip of his cock into the moist valley of her cunt mouth.
"Oh, shove it in there, Herb!" she moaned, her voice low and husky. "Put it in me, I want it, I want it so bad!" Then, as she felt her cunt hugely and deliciously stuffed with the biggest piece of meat she'd ever taken, she screamed, "Ahhhhh! Jesus Christ, yeah! Ball me, baby, slam it in there! AHHHHH!"
Herbert's face twisted with an ecstatic smile of lust as he began to bang the sweetest, tightest, juiciest cunt he'd ever known....
Suddenly the Archer house was filled with loud, wild noises, something like total panic in a barnyard, except that the yelps, howls, squeals, and bellows were all joyful, a powerful concatenation of pleasure. In the living room Hilda wailed as a blinding orgasm wracked her body and her gulping womb took in a double load of hot cum. Barry and Fred whinied and shrieked as they pumped it into her, their squirting cocks rubbing together as they came. In the bedroom Herbert bellowed thunderously as he felt his seed shooting deep into Linda's gripping, nipping vagina, and the pretty teenager sobbed and gasped her pleasure as his furiously wriggling, pumping penis brought her to climax.
Then there was silence, almost total except for light panting and sighing, as everyone lay limp and temporarily exhausted. The younger people dozed a little, but Herbert and Hilda remained awake and thoughtful. Dear God, Hilda was thinking, how perfectly happy I'd be if Herbert could make me feel like this! If only she could reawaken his interest in sex, show him that she wanted to make up for the lost years of frigidity, get him to use that magnificent big cock of his again! She wouldn't have anything more to ask of life than that. But it was hopeless. Herbert was past all of it, sunk in middle-aged lethargy, and she would always have to find satisfaction elsewhere.
In the bedroom, Herbert was thinking that he really wouldn't mind Hilda's faded charms, her middle-aged looks, if only she could learn to enjoy sex. No, honestly, she still wasn't so bad looking, nothing that a quick diet wouldn't take care of. He wouldn't want the most beautiful woman in the world if she didn't like to screw, and he could love even the ugliest woman if she made him happy in bed. It wasn't Hilda's looks at all, it was her goddamned puritannical, icy, indignant response that turned him off, that led him to hire a prostitute in her place. Wistfully he thought of trying to train Hilda, taking it slow and gentle, till she learned to enjoy sex. But he knew it was no good. She'd been frigid all her life, and she was too old now to change. His only solution was to make it with other women.
Much as she hated to move, Hilda had to use the bathroom, and quickly. The pressure on her bladder from the double fucking had been heavy, and she was unable to wait another minute. The boys looked sweet and drowsy as they lay on the carpet, and she moved quietly, so as not to disturb them, padding softly out of the room and into the hall.
At about the same moment, Herbert realized with some annoyance that he had to piss, and that it wouldn't wait much longer. He hated like hell to leave Linda now, for she was cuddled up against him, warm and half asleep, and he wanted to go on lying with her like that. But he might as well get it over with, it would only get worse if he didn't. He crept out of the room.
Herbert and Hilda stepped into the hall simultaneously, saw each other, did a double take, and gasped. Both attempted to speak, but no words would come out, nor did they really know what to say.
They gawked at each other's genitals. Herbert's penis was suspiciously red and creamy, its tip still dripping a little. Down Hilda's plump thighs there trickled a flow of white juice which might be vaginal fluid or something else. Beyond this, there was the surprise of finding each other at home, of finding each other wandering around the house naked, and the terrible fear of having been overheard with their respective lovers. What could they do, what could they possibly say? Both thought fast, frantically, knowing how important it was to speak instead of just standing there guiltily. Herbert tried first.
"Oh, uh, hi, dear," he said, grinning feebly.
"Hello, darling," replied Hilda anxiously. "I didn't know you were home."
"Yes. Well. I, uh, just got here, and I was very hot, so I thought I'd take a shower. But why are you-?" He broke off, waving a hand at her nudity.
Hilda blushed deeply. "Oh," she giggled crazily, "I know it seems strange, but I-"
Further excuses were prevented, all possibility of saving themselves destroyed, when at that moment the bedroom and living room doors opened, and into the hall stepped Linda, Barry, and Fred, all naked and rosy with the obvious flush of sexual satisfaction.
Herbert and Hilda had been standing in the hall arguing for about fifteen minutes, oblivious of their guests. The young people, who had come to see what was going on, had left again, not wanting to hear any more of the bitter quarreling. Linda protectively took Barry and Fred into the bedroom and shut the door, while husband and wife continued to berate each other.
"You filthy creep!" Hilda screeched. "How could you? How could you bring a cheap whore into my house and have her on my bed?"
"You're hardly the one to talk," Herbert shouted. "Seducing little boys! Letting them fuck you right in our living room! My God, you have no right to act superior to me!"
"I don't give a damn!" Hilda rejoined. "What you did was wrong, horribly wrong, and as far as I'm concerned-"
She broke off, and they both listened intently. There were strange sounds coming from the bedroom, noises of sucking, slurping, squishing, and faint sighs and moans. In agreement at last, Herbert and Hilda tiptoed to the door. He opened it quietly, and then they both stood staring into the room.
Linda, Fred and Barry had made friends with extraordinary rapidity. The happy girl was on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, sucking Barry's stiff little cock, while behind her, his belly slapping her buttocks, Fred blissfully fucked away. A moment later, all came with howls and squeals and gurgles, and only when their delightful joint climax was over did they notice the adults standing in the doorway.
"Oh, hello!" Linda smiled, not at all embarrassed. "As you see, we got acquainted. They're really sweet kids, these two!"
"And you're wonderful," Barry sighed, looking at her with all the abandon of puppy love. "You're the only girl I ever want, Linda!"
"Yeah," Fred said huskily, just as infatuated as Barry but trying to be more cool about it, "I sure hope we can see you again! Could we, Linda, please?"
"Why, of course!" Linda said tenderly. "I couldn't give you up, not now! Let's get dressed and go get something to eat, and then we'll have some more fun. I'm not doing anything this afternoon."
The happy boys obeyed, and when the young people were dressed, they shook hands with the Archers and prepared to leave.
"Well, thanks a lot for everything, Mrs. Archer," said Barry. "I'm glad you and your husband got over your argument, and I hope you'll be happy."
"Yeah," Fred agreed, "hope you make out okay."
"Bye, Herb," cooed Linda.
And then they were gone, leaving Herbert and Hilda dismal in the realization that youth was far more attractive than middle age. Barry and Fred were entirely won over by Linda's fresh charm, and husband and wife had lost their young lovers.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Neither Herbert nor Hilda ate much dinner that evening, although they had far more than their usual quota of drinks, seeking to blot out their depression with alcohol. Nothing had been decided, whether to divorce or try staying together, but the talk must come. Hilda was perhaps readier to forgive, for her "crime" had been greater. For a husband to seek a prostitute occasionally was nothing out of the ordinary, but for a wife to do what she had done, to seduce and enjoy two little boys, was outlandish.
"Herbert," she said at last, while they sat in the living room morosely sipping their drinks, "I take back all the things I said to you when we argued.
On thinking it over, I suppose you really did nothing very wrong, only what you had to." She was acutely conscious now of how coldly, and how infrequently, she had responded to his love-making in the past. "But if I'd only known what you wanted...."
"Well, I shouldn't have brought her to the house, I see that now," replied Herbert, equally ready to forgive. "That was most inconsiderate of me. As for telling you what I wanted, I just didn't think you'd be interested. Frankly, Hilda, I was flabbergasted when I found you with those boys. For years, I'd believed you were frigid. I could have saved you all this embarrassment, too, if you'd only told me different."
"Tell you?" Hilda said and blushed. "How could I tell you? I wasn't brought up to talk about things like that. And anyhow, I thought you weren't interested in sex anymore."
They both smiled ruefully. It was clear now that they'd been unwittingly engaged in a comedy of errors for a long time. But the question remained, where did they go from here? Hilda was thinking that even if Herbert was interested in sex after all, he could never replace Barry and Fred-he would lack the energy, the style, the technique. His fucking had never been anything but a few languid shoves, without foreplay or variation, and she knew it would never satisfy her.
Herbert was thinking that Hilda's sudden change of heart probably was a temporary phenomenon connected with menopause, and that in spite of it all, she was still basically frigid. She might permit a little more screwing now, but nothing prolonged or fancy. He needed more than that, much more.
Still, after the day's harrowing events, husband and wife were tired of arguing, willing to try for a temporary reconciliation, till they had time to think things out. They exchanged timid smiles, and Herbert said, "Well, enough of this heavy talk for now. We'd better get some sleep."
"Yes, dear," Hilda said. She knew what that meant. A clumsy pat on the shoulder from Herbert, before he began snoring, and no chance for her to masturbate. Herbert's sacrifice was just as great. Damn, he was thinking, now I'll have to make like a considerate husband and go to bed when she does, no jerk-off session in the bathroom! But off they went.
They began to undress with their backs to each other, out of habit, but when Herbert realized this, he said, "Hilda, turn around. After today, it's silly for us to go on being modest."
Hilda agreed in her heart, but she blushed deeply as she turned to face her husband. They continued to undress, eyeing each other's bodies furtively. Herbert admired his wife's large, round breasts and the silky, white, smooth appearance of her skin; he even noticed for the first time what a dainty pussy muff she had, small, neat, with reddish-brown curls. Hilda was surprised at what a trim, muscular body her husband had, in spite of his mousy face, and she noted a fact she'd almost forgotten, the enormous size of his penis even in its flaccid state. She started to reach for her nightgown, but Herbert's words stopped her.
"No," he said, "no need for that, either, not now."
He climbed into bed naked, and Hilda followed suit, feeling more embarrassed every second. It seemed so ridiculous to carry on like this, two respectable middle-aged people like them! However, she was too tired to argue about it. She curled up on her side of the bed and prepared to sleep, but Herbert snuggled up behind her, pressing his body to hers. Hesitantly, he reached around and cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs.
"Such nice tits," he muttered. "I'd almost forgotten." He was still absorbed in the fascinating rediscovery of his wife's body. An idea flashed into his head. "Turn over, Hilda," he went on, "and let me play with them a while."
"Herbert!" She was momentarily shocked. Then she realized how ridiculous she was being. My God, he was her husband, he had every right to touch her! She rolled over on her back.
Herbert bent over her and began to fondle and kiss her plump tits, then to tongue and suck the nipples. How could he have forgotten a sweet pair of jugs like this? He liked them better than Linda's, for they were larger and somehow, in their plump warmth, more fun to touch. Abruptly aroused, he began to suck her large brown nipples with vigor, rather noisily, and Hilda murmured and wriggled beneath him, half alarmed and half titillated. It was very pleasant, she had to admit, having her nipples sucked like that, but at the same time she just couldn't get used to Herbert doing it. He'd never done it before.
Suddenly he left off his noisy sucking and began to run his hands all over her plump, soft body, eager to know it at last. She gasped as his hand closed over the soft curls of her mons, squeezing and petting it. Then a stiff finger snaked between the furry lips and found her clit.
"Do you like to be touched here, Hilda?" he whispered.
"Herbert, please, I-Ahhh!" Hilda's embarrassed protest changed to a little sigh of pleasure as he began expertly rubbing and circling her moist little bud with his fingertip. Where in the world had he learned to do that? No sooner had she asked the question, than she felt disgust and indignation. If he'd brought one whore to the house, there must have been others! That's where he'd learned this wicked technique, from all those bad women!
"Let go of me, Herbert!" she snapped. "Save that kind of thing for your whores!"
He drew back, equally indignant. "Oh, I beg your pardon, my dear!" he said sarcastically. "It was all right to let two little kids do it to you, but not your own husband! Forgive me if I don't follow your reasoning!"
"Herbert-" There was nothing to say, really. He was right. She settled back with a sigh. "I'm sorry."
"Well, that's more like it," he growled. "As for my whores-you'll be glad to know there's been only the one. The first time I was ever unfaithful to you, Hilda, was today. And I'd say that shows a helluva lot of fortitude on my part!"
Hilda was completely shamed. She'd deceived him with Barry and Fred before he'd deceived her with Linda. Certainly she owed him something. "I'm truly sorry," she said meekly. "I just wasn't thinking. You can go on touching me if you like."
He snorted. "Oh, thank you! I'm overwhelmed with gratitude! The incredible generosity of it all, a wife actually permitting her husband to touch her-it's too much!" Herbert was very angry. Frigid bitch, she hadn't changed at all! Except that she'd let two little kids to do her all the things she'd denied him! Well, this would be the end of it. Tonight would decide it all. He would arouse her to a pitch of mindless lust, make her beg for his cock-or he'd leave her for good. Now he gave her a determined, almost menacing look. "I don't think I'll go on touching you, my dear," he hissed.
"I think I'll eat your pussy instead."
"HERBERT!" she gasped, terribly shocked. Before she could recover from her astonishment at his language, he had thrown back the bedclothes, roughly spread her legs, and jammed his mouth against her tender, plump mons, stuffing his tongue between the curly lips and seeking out her clit. He found it, tongued it roughly, then fastened his lips around the fat moist bud and began to suck it forcefully.
Hilda felt powerful stings of pleasure radiating out from her clit to tingle through her pelvis. Christ, she couldn't help it, it felt so damned nice! It was the best thing she'd ever experienced! The way he drew the whole shaft into his mouth, ramming and circling it with his stiff tongue tip, the rapidity with which he sucked it-all of it made her unbearably horny, and she felt her cunt creaming hotly in response. Herbert noticed it, too, for his chin was suddenly bathed with her vaginal juices. He smiled to himself-so there was a way to get to her, after all!-but kept on sucking her clit, trying to drive her to an abandoned and eager surrender.
Hilda fought her own arousal without quite understanding why. Perhaps it was Herbert's rude, rough manner after they'd gotten into bed. Or perhaps it was the embarrassment and shame she'd always felt when he made love to her. Whatever the reason, she was determined not to respond to him, not to show in any way that she was enjoying the lewd play of his mouth and tongue on her rapidly-swelling clit. She clenched her teeth to stifle her moans of pleasure, contracted the muscles of her vagina to stop the tell-tale flow of cream. She lay limp beneath him, not even touching him, hoping he'd get discouraged and leave her alone.
Herbert was, in fact, getting discouraged. Christ, she had to be frigid! No normal woman could lie there limp and unresponsive during a delicious sucking of her clit; there would have to be some sign of enjoyment. Yet after that one hot burst of cream from her cunt, she seemed to have frozen. He was angry enough to give it up, just go to sleep and plan on seeing a divorce lawyer in the morning-when it occurred to him that she'd shown no such reticence with Barry and Fred. Well, by God, if she could like it with them, she could and would like it with him! He couldn't rest now, because he had to prove himself a superior lover to two snotty little kids!
He gave her fat little clit one more vigorous suck that almost made her scream with pleasure, then, not knowing how close he'd come to conquering her, pulled his mouth away. While Hilda still lay limp, he swiftly seized her legs and pulled them up over his shoulders, so that she was pinned and helpless, her whole gleaming red vulva exposed to his eyes and mouth. In the yellow light of the bedside lamp, he could study it well enough, the tiny tight curls of her mons, the prominent lump of her clit-now stiff and plump from his sucking-the thick pulpy lips of her labia, the dark slit, oozing a little cream, that marked her cunt, and the brownish pucker of her anus.
Hilda was desperate now. In this position, tightly and helplessly held, she could not control her vaginal muscles, could not stop the steady leakage of hot cream that testified to her enjoyment. "Please, Herbert," she begged softly, "let my legs down! This is-indecent!"
Herbert laughed. "Indecent, you say? Indecent for me to have a look at my wife's pussy? I suppose those boys never got a look? No, Hilda," his voice got harsh, "I bet they looked, all right! They looked at you there, leisurely, with your full permission, touched you there, licked, sucked. You felt their tongues running all over it, and you loved it. Isn't that the truth?"
"Herbert, what an awful thing to say!" Hilda turned her face aside, blushing horribly because he had hit on the terrible truth. She had let the boys do anything they wanted between her legs, and she had loved every second of it.
"You can't look me in the eye, can you?" he said. "So it's true. I was just guessing before, but now I know it's true. You let those little kids put their mouths down there, probably creamed all over their faces. Well, you can't deny this, whatever you let them do, you have an obligation to let me do-as long as you're my wife."
Hilda moaned. Everything he said was true, and it would be cruelly unfair to deny her own husband what she had given to her lovers. Herbert read submission in her face, and with a snarl of triumph he once more buried his head between her legs. She felt '.his stiff wet tongue lashing and sucking at'her sensitive labia, making them swell and throb with arousal, and she fought down her cries of pleasure. Then his tongue moved on, slowly circling her cunt mouth, then suddenly wriggling inside.
"Ahhhh!" gasped Hilda, unable to keep quiet now.
She thought she heard a chuckle, but it seemed impossible, for he had his tongue stuffed deep in her cunt.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I probed there, lapped, licked, and seemed alternately to fatten and lengthen, making her writhe with pleasure, although she managed now to keep quiet. After completely reaming and cleaning her cunt, his tongue moved on again, this time to tickle her anus. Oh, no, she thought, don't let him stick it in there! She knew the pleasure would be more than she could possibly hide. She stiffened, prayed, and then moaned dismally as she felt the sharp tongue tip worming aggressively into the tight-clenched mouth of her ass.
"No, Herbert, for God's sake!" she yelped. "Not there! Oh, my God, no!"
"Those boys never touched you here, of course?" he remarked dryly.
Hilda had nothing to say. Somehow she could not he to him. He gave a snort of bitter amusement, then bent his head and roughly shoved his tongue into her ass.
"Oh, God, oh, ohhhh!" Hilda moaned. Just as she'd feared, the delicious stuffing of her ass by Herbert's slick hot tongue was too much for her. Her cunt creamed violently, and she felt her clit twitching eagerly as he reamed her. Orgasm was building now, and in spite of herself she knew she would cum any second, the final humiliation. Then to her immense relief, Herbert withdrew his tongue and lifted his head to give her a sardonic glance.
"Well, Hilda," he said lightly, "you certainly can't deny that you enjoyed that! Your cunt was creaming buckets, and I could see your clit twitching like mad. So let's just dispense with the fakery from this point on. I know everything now, and you can just relax and enjoy this evening like I intend to enjoy it. Now I want you to suck my cock and play with my balls for a while, till I get a really good hard-on, and then we'll have a good fuck."
"HERBERT! NO!" Hilda was aghast. His language, his obscene request, horrified and repelled her. Catching him offguard, she wriggled out of his hold and leaped out of bed, running from the bedroom. To suck Herbert's huge, ugly, red cock, to touch and fondle his big, hairy balls-it seemed to her the most repulsive thing in the world. With Barry and Fred it had been different. Their immature, virgin parts were so pink and pure and clean. But to do it to a grown man, never! She felt almost nauseated at the thought.
She heard him running close behind her, and with a shriek of terror she fled through the kitchen, into the living room, not knowing where she was going, knowing only that she had to keep away from him. The result was that they kept going in circles, according to the plan of the house, from kitchen to living room to dining room to bedroom and back to kitchen again. But Hilda was too stout for much running, and on the third circuit of the house she began to tire.
"Please, Herbert-No-!" she gasped, still keeping a few feet ahead of him.
Thanks to his skinniness, Herbert was just getting warmed up and feeling no fatigue whatsoever. "Yes, Hilda!" he shouted. "Yes! I'll catch you, and then I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before! You might as well give up!"
"Nooooo!" Her protest changed to a squeal of fright as Herbert at last caught up with her, seized her around the waist, and pulled her roughly down on the living room rug. As she lay panting on her back, her plump round breasts quivering and swaying, he quickly straddled her chest, using his legs to pin her arms to her sides, his half-erect and frighteningly long penis grazing her lips and smearing cream over her mouth and cheeks. Hilda took one brief look at it-horribly fat and pale white, the bulbous purple glans exposed and dripping, the long shaft ending in a dark forest of wiry hair-and nearly gagged. She turned her head aside so she wouldn't have to look at his cock.
"Oh, you're disgusted, are you?" Herbert said bitterly. "Can't bear the sight of it? You damned hypocrite! You sucked their cocks, didn't you, those two boys? You played with them, licked them, took them in your mouth, didn't you? Answer me, Hilda, or I'll stuff my cock down your throat right now, I swear it!"
Anything but that! Hilda quickly squeaked, "Yes!"
"Yes, what?" Herbert insisted. "Exactly what did you do? Tell the truth!" He trailed his creaming glans over her cheek, reminding her of his threat.
"I-I touched their cocks." Hilda found it very hard to speak, and she felt almost sick with shame, but anything was better than having to swallow that enormous ugly prick. "I touched them, and-I licked them, and I-oh, God-I sucked them off."
"Indeed?" Herbert seemed strangely calm, in spite of her awful revelations. In fact he was encouraged. If she'd done that with the boys, her conscience must force her to do it with him. "You let them cum in your mouth, you say? How very interesting. So you can have no objection to doing the same for me, can you?"
"Herbert, no, please!" she whined.
"Yes, Hilda," he said coldly. "After all you've done, it's very big of me to forgive you. You ought to think about that. With what I know, I could divorce you and not give you a penny. And I'm asking so little of you in expiation. Just to suck my cock. A simple little act, one you've done many times before. Open your mouth, Hilda."
Hilda, terrified by his threat of divorce, obeyed. Facing him again, her face twisted with disgust, she nevertheless opened her mouth wide, and Herbert, grinning triumphantly, picked up his long semi-flaccid prick and stuffed the purple, creaming head into her mouth. It rested there on her tongue, dribbling its salty juices onto her taste buds, and because it wasn't hard enough, Herbert couldn't push it in any farther. He needed her cooperation, but she lay utterly still and passive.
"Suck it, Hilda!" he commanded hoarsely, powerfully aroused by the idea of his puritanical wife giving him a blow-job. "Give it a good sucking!"
Hilda nearly gagged again, but she obeyed, slowly sucking the long meat in over her tongue, till she had taken half its length, all her mouth would hold. As soon as she did so, she realized that it would not be as bad as she'd feared. The taste was no different from that of Barry's or Fred's except in being stronger, and the texture was similar, smooth and silky and warm. In fact, it was rather exciting to have a full mouth instead of two tiny hard sausages, a prick so fat that when she drew in her cheeks it filled the whole space. Yes, she could do it after all, she might even enjoy it a little, especially when Herbert's enormous balls shot out a load of cum more than double the capacity of Barry and Fred combined. She sighed, closed her eyes, and began to suck on his cock.
"No, Hilda," he said softly but insistently, "keep your eyes open, and look right into mine. I want to see your expression as you suck."
Hilda flushed angrily but obeyed. It was terribly humiliating, watching Herbert's leering, grinning face as she sucked his penis. He, on the other hand, was hugely aroused by the eye contact, delighting in the mixture of sensations that passed over Hilda's face and the way her mouth was grotesquely stretched by his meat. At first she was obviously disgusted, but as she obediently went on sucking, he could tell she was struggling to hide excitement and pleasure. Well, he thought, so she likes to eat cock better and better!
Under the fiery bath of her saliva and the silky pressure of her tongue, palate and cheek linings, his cock grew rapidly stiff and his balls swelled up grotesquely, rubbing roughly against her chin. Hilda grew more and more aroused, tasting the lubricating juices that dribbled continously from his glans, feeling her mouth stuffed and probed as Herbert began to move his hips, taking command of his action and feeding his cock to her in low slow thrusts. There was only one more thing she wanted, to eat gallons of his salty cum. And there was only one more thing he wanted, to feel the whole length of his cock in the hot silk of her mouth, but her mouth wasn't big enough. There was only one way.
"Open your throat, Hilda," he gasped.
What did it matter now? She already had his penis in her mouth, so why not her throat as well? Submissively, Hilda relaxed her throat muscles, and they both shivered with deep excitement as his enormously long prick slid slowly down her throat, till at last his coarse-haired balls rubbed her lips. Hilda didn't understand why it excited her so much, but she felt her cunt gushing hot cream. Herbert was in ecstasy.
"Oh, my darling," he moaned, "you took it all, all my meat down your throat! Oh, Jesus, so good!" He spread his legs a little, to free her arms. "Play with my balls, too, dear!" he begged. And again, not caring what happened now, just so she was fed, Hilda obeyed, cupping his coarse-furred testicles, finding them burning hot. She kneaded and tickled them, making Herbert jerk and shinny happily. He began to slam his cock to her, digging deep down her silky throat, and Hilda waited blissfully for the flood of good cum that must be on its way within seconds. But Herbert, near as he was to shooting his load in blinding delight, was thinking that perhaps it was not such a good idea. Hilda might not be able to get him up again the way Linda had, and then he couldn't fuck her. Above all, he had to fuck her, had to see her beneath him writhing and panting and loving the deep hard thrusts of his cock, to conquer her completely. He could not give up that triumph, no matter how desperately he wanted to cum now in her throat.
He suddenly pulled his cock out, and Hilda moaned, forgetting herself, "Oh, why did you do that? I wanted to-" She stopped abruptly, blushed deep red. She couldn't bear to let him know how much she had wanted to gobble his cum.
"Wanted to what?" Herbert said and grinned. "Oh, I see, your modesty prevents you from saying you wanted to suck me off. Well, darling, that would have been nice, but we can do something much nicer now. I'll just climb down here a little and slip my cock into that big juicy cunt of yours, and we'll both be happy."
As he raised himself and prepared to change positions, Hilda grew indignant. She didn't like his obscene language, the knowing, impertinent way he talked to her. She caught a glimpse of his penis and became frightened, too. My God, she could never take a cock that size, even in her mature vagina! Its length was intimidating enough, bigger than any normal penis, but what chiefly frightened her was its brutal thickness, a girth she was sure would tear her. She recalled how far down her throat the thing had stretched, and she was aware that her mouth ached from taking it in. No, she wouldn't let him hurt her with that terrible big thing! She wriggled out from under him, scrambled to her feet, and dashed from the room.
"Hilda, for Christ's sake!" Herbert shouted disgustedly. Damn her, anyhow, when would he break down her resistance? Red-faced with anger, he raced after her-but too late. She had locked herself in the bathroom, the stupid bitch!
While Herbert stood outside the door fuming, Hilda breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled to herself. He wouldn't get away with it after all, no chance of carrying out his lewd and brutal threat to fuck her. He was too thin and weak to break down the door, and she need only wait till he gave up and went to sleep. Maybe he'd even be mad enough to slam out of the house and take a hotel room for the night. Then she could leisurely frig herself in bed, and, God, how she needed it! In spite of her disgust, he'd really turned her on, till by now she was aching for release. She discovered that she needed another kind of release, too, though she'd been too preoccupied to notice it before. She had to piss desperately. With a sigh, she seated herself on the toilet.
Meanwhile, Herbert had quelled his anger and begun to reason out the problem. There was no way he could break the door down, even if he was strong enough, which he doubted, he'd break his shoulder, leaving him in no condition to fuck for a long time. That would be crazy! No, there must be another way. To somehow force the lock? But, wait! He didn't have to force it. He knew where the key was! No doubt Hilda had forgotten there even was a key, but he remembered the hiding place, a high shelf in the kitchen. Humming softly to himself, he left the room....
My God, Hilda thought, I must have drunk a gallon of booze! Her urine sizzled out in a thick yellow stream, apparently without end, and she had to raise herself a little off the seat in order not to be splattered. No sooner had she done so than she started violently upon hearing a key turning in the door. Oh, no, she'd forgotten about that damned key! Desperately she tried to stop the noisy stream of urine, but she could not. And so she stood, red with shame, pissing violently as Herbert opened the door and stared at her.
A grin spread over his face. He focused on the thick yellow stream, licking his lips. Hilda was so mortified, she wanted to die, but she was forced to squat there and finish.
"Well, my dear," mocked Herbert, "why didn't you tell me that was what you hurried in here for? I thought you were trying to get away from me."
"I was!" snapped Hilda, flushing the toilet and trying to push past him in the doorway. "Now get out of my way!"
"Oh, no, Hilda," he said and grinned, "we haven't fucked yet, remember? I'm particularly looking forward to that, getting my cock into you, watching you enjoy it...."
He made a grab for her, and Hilda dodged him, then fled through the bedroom. They were off again, around and around the house, Hilda's rolls of fat shaking, her big tits bouncing crazily as she ran, with Herbert in close pursuit, an incongrous and ludicrous sight, a skinny, meek-looking, balding little man preceded stiffly by an enormous red wagging cock. He caught her in the dining room, wrestled her over to the table, and slammed her down on her belly, her big white ass hanging over the edge of the table, then rammed his cock forward, but missed, his creaming glans skidding between her plump thighs. Hilda shrieked, wriggled out of his grasp, and took off again.
"Damn you!" he shouted, bounding after her. "I'll fuck you if it's the last thing I do!"
One more circuit of the house and Hilda, beginning to tire, was caught again, in the kitchen. Herbert grabbed her around the waist, and the force of their impact slammed her up against the refrigerator, momentarily knocking her breathless. Chuckling, Herbert maneuvered his painfully hard penis between her legs, nosed the raw glans into the moist indentation of her cunt mouth, and shoved. Success! As the monstrous prick stuffed and stretched her cunt, bulldozing its way to her womb, Hilda wailed in terror.
"No, no!" she shrieked. "Get it out of me! It's too big! Please, Herbert, you'll hurt me!"
Having penetrated her all the way, till his hairy swollen balls rested against her ass, Herbert held absolutely still, leaning against her back, letting her feel the full length and thickness of his penis deep in her cunt. "Now, now," he soothed, "it's not too big. You've taken it before. If you'll just relax your cunt, it'll be fine, more than fine. Let yourself go, Hilda, and enjoy the magnificent fuck I'm going to give you."
Hilda was too frightened and indignant to accept his advice. She flung out her ass, catching him hard in the stomach, and he stumbled backward, his long dripping cock popping out of her cunt. Hilda fled, for the bathroom this time, hoping that while he fumbled with the key she'd have time to climb out the window. No matter that she was naked, that it was the middle of the night-this was turning into a rape!
But she was not fast enough to escape the fleet-footed Herbert. He was so close behind her that she couldn't even pause to slam the door. She raced right on through into the bathroom, skidded on the wet floor, and to her utter humiliation and shame, tumbled into the open clothes hamper head-first, so that from the waist up she was buried in laundry, while her ass hung out naked and exposed. She struggled to get loose but seemed to be stuck. Then she gasped as she felt Herbert's hot sweaty hands seizing her hips, then felt his hugely fat cock gliding into her helpless vagina.
"Got you now!" he chuckled. She heard him humming blissfully to himself as he began to fuck her in short swift strokes.
Hilda struggled desperately, but she was wedged into the hamper in such a way that she could not get loose without help. He had her at last. She moaned in shame, felt his wiry balls slapping lightly against her ass, felt his giant penis thudding against the pulp of her womb. She was enormously stretched and stuffed, yet it did not hurt. In fact, as the thick shaft entered her time after time, in rapid succession, it tugged at her clit and labia, which felt very good. She sighed and wriggled her ass, and Herbert, recognizing her unspoken response, began to ball her faster and harder. Her cunt creamed heavily, soaking his prick.
"Yes, it feels good, doesn't it?" he crooned. "And I won't make a hasty job of it like I always did before, when I thought you didn't like it. No, Hilda, now that I know how much you love to get fucked, I'll make it last a long, long time." He felt her vaginal muscles tighten around his swiftly banging cock, felt another flood of hot cream. Yes, she loved it! No matter what she said now, he knew the truth from the blatant actions of her cunt, which could not lie. He grinned broadly and said, "But you can't be very comfortable in that ridiculous posture, my darling! Let's go continue our fuck in the bedroom."
He assisted the red-faced Hilda out of the hamper and led her into the bedroom, his enormous cock standing straight up now and dripping her juices. Hilda eyed it hungrily. In spite of her shame, in spite of everything, all she could think of was getting that fat prick back inside her. She'd never realized before how great it felt to take a man-sized penis deep in her cunt, to feel its wonderfully hard, full thrusts. What a fool she'd been! She'd wasted twenty years in stupid, puritanical frigidity, when she could have been enjoying .the biggest cock in town! But she intended to make up for it now! She'd make it up both to herself and to Herbert, by giving him anything he wanted-and more.
Flushed with horniness, her cunt creaming steadily now, Hilda scrambled onto the bed, lay on her back, and opened her legs as wide as she could. She held out her arms to her grinning husband and called hoarsely, "Hurry, darling, hurry and get that gorgeous big cock back in me! Oh, please, Herbert, I wanta get fucked! I want you to ball me, please!"
Herbert Archer, not saying a word but grinning like a madman, leaped onto the bed, scrambled between his wife's plump thighs, and slammed his huge cock into her so hard that she felt the breath knocked out of her. He rammed her furiously, forcing the cream from her flooded cunt in hot splatters, and their bellies met in resounding slaps, his balls smacked loudly against her ass, and the bed creaked and groaned under his frantic humping. The groaning grew louder as Hilda began to buck her hips, meeting his every thrust with a forward slam, so that his cock hammered her womb. Their breath came in ragged gasps, his sweat dripped onto her breasts and belly, and the slurping, sucking noise of their fucking became loud and obscene. All of it excited Hilda beyond restraint, and she began howling her pleasure.
"Oh, my God, YES! YES! Fuck me, darling! Oh, shit, how I love it! Slam it to me, give me that big ol' cock! Ahhhh! AHHHHH!"
Herbert was delighted beyond words. He knew now that Hilda loved it all, from cocksucking to screwing, and that they had hundreds of fantastic nights ahead of them. He wouldn't need another woman now, and she wouldn't need another man. In spite of his promise of a good long fuck, however, he felt himself humping swiftly to climax. But no matter, if anybody could get him up again fast, it was Hilda with her wise and naughty mouth and tongue. He let himself go. "Oh, baby, baby!" he yelped. "So hot and tight! You're makin' me cum! Aaaaggghhhh!"
Hilda opened her womb joyfully to suck up the hot seed that flooded her cunt, and she felt her body lifted and shaken by her own cumming. "Herbert, Herbert," she sobbed, "so good, ohhhh, OHHHHH!"
A long time later they lay side by side in bed, Hilda mischievously toying with his cock, which, thanks to her happy sucking, was hard again and ready for action.
Herbert grinned at her and said, "No thoughts of divorce now?"
Hilda leered at him, the first time in her life she had ever cast a sexy look, and said huskily, "Why, darling, of course not! I wouldn't part with this for the world!" And she gave his stiff cock a playful squeeze.
