In our highly urbanized and mobile society, the phenomenon of the isolated, lonely individual is far from uncommon. As Americans move around the country and especially to the huge urban complexes, in search of better job opportunities and that elusive but time-honored goal called "success," they lose their roots. Families, friends of their school years, and even the objects of their first romantic attachments are left behind, and unless the individual is extremely gregarious, he tends not to make up for what he has lost. Relatives and old friends are left behind for good, no one takes their place. In many cases, marriage and children help compensate in part for the resulting loneliness, but only in part. The American nuclear family is itself a notoriously isolated and precarious entity. But for those who never marry, loneliness and isolation are indeed complete and grim. The Happy Housemother concerns such an individual.
The central character of the novel, Hilda Green, is a middle-aged woman who has never married and who, for a variety of reasons, finds it difficult to achieve emotional closeness with anyone. Yet Hilda is far from being a cold and distant personality. Her hunger for warmth, love, and friendship is so great that it manifests itself in psychosomatic symptoms, physical disorders which are the result of emotional stress. It is this problem which leads her to seek a new job in the hope of giving some meaning to her life, and which plunges her into a bizarre sexual scene for which she is totally unprepared. Hilda's subsequent distress is directly related to her warped emotional development.
Dr. David Reuben might well be describing Hilda in the opening lines of his popular book Any Woman Can:
"Any woman who is unwilling or unable to fulfill her destiny as a full-fl-edged female and thereby enjoy a lifetime of gratifying sexual experiences is sexually marooned....The greatest of all human pleasures-sexual fulfillment-is officially denied to every adult female who is single, widowed, or divorced."
The solution for such a woman is, as Dr. Reuben points out in the course of his book, either to marry or (more risky in our fundamentally puritan society) to defy the taboo by taking lovers. However, Hilda Green's repressive upbringing has rendered her incapable of doing either of these things. It is only her traumatic experience as housemother at a private school for boys that finally shocks her into a reevaluation of her life and permits her, at last, to give and receive love. It is unfortunate that she must pay so high a price for this transformation.
If there is a moral to Hilda's story, certainly it is this, that prudishness and repression have no place in modern America, and that misguided parental efforts to "protect" children from reality can only result in disaster when the child grows up and plunges into the real world for which he is not prepared.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"I'm going to be frank with you, Miss Green." The doctor, in his mod clothes and blond whiskers, seemed impossibly young, yet he spoke with authority. "All the symptoms you've been describing to me-the insomnia, the heart palpitations, the indigestion, the spells of depression-none of them have any organic cause. They're what we call 'psychosomatic,' the result of emotional stress."
Hilda Green reddened. She had been raised to show respect for authority, in which the medical profession was included, so she said nothing to contradict the young physician. But in her heart she scoffed. He hadn't suffered like she had! It was easy for him to say that there was really nothing wrong with her!
"I'll be more specific than that," he went on, smiling in an effort to make the stern-faced spinster relax. "Judging from the history you've given me, I'd say that your symptoms are almost certainly due to sexual frustration."
"Doctor!" Hilda gasped. Really, this was going too far! Even if he was a doctor, he had no business insulting her with crude and ridiculous remarks like that. Still her training restrained her, and her voice remained controlled if chilly. "That's nonsense. Sex simply doesn't enter into my life at all."
The young doctor struggled to hide a smirk. "I know, Miss Green," he said. "That's just the trouble. Sex should enter your life. For a woman your age-you're forty-five, aren't you?-it should play a very large part in your life."
Hilda fumed inwardly, and she was powerfully tempted to hit the young puppy with her handbag and stalk out of his office. But her mother's words came back to her from thirty years ago and more: "Now, Hilda, you listen to the doctor and do just as he says. Doctor knows best." And so she sat still, in obedience to the commands of a dead woman.
"You see," the doctor was explaining, "we've known for some time, ever since the Kinsey report in 1953, that a woman typically reaches the height of her sexual need when she's in her late thirties and early forties. That can cause problems for a lot of women, even the married ones. They require sex most at a time when their husbands' sexual performance may be weakening or dying out. However, half a loaf is better than none, and these married women are better off than the woman who has no man at all. Unmarried women of your age commonly develop the symptoms you've been describing to me-you're certainly not alone. That's why I'm going to suggest that you put a little spice into your life. Find a new job, something a lot more exciting and challenging than what you're doing now, and, above all, find yourself a man. That doesn't mean you have to marry. Taking a lover will do the job just as well. But the point is this, Miss Green: for your problem, there's only one prescription, sex and plenty of it."
That did it. Miss Green rose from her chair in cold fury. How could this man call himself a doctor? How could he charge twenty dollars merely to expose her to obscenity and filthy suggestions? It was all she could do not to scream at him how much he disgusted her.
"Good day, Doctor," she said icily, and marched out of his office, trembling with indignation.
Without regard for her destination, she walked the city streets, wondering what to do. She would like to have gone to another doctor, an older man who would respect her dignity and treat her symptoms with medicine, not with impertinent advice. But she was reluctant to spend the money, and, the longer she walked and thought, the more Hilda Green found herself inclined to admit that the young doctor had been at least partially correct in his diagnosis. She was too honest to deny that her boring, ill-paid job might have something to do with her physical disorders. For twenty-five years she had been a clerk in a dime store. There was nothing new or challenging to be expected, and she was sick of rude customers, sick of being perpetually on the lookout for shoplifters, sick of doing the same thing day after day. Yes, the young man had been right about one thing, she really ought to find another job.
As for his prescription about sex, she refused to think about it. It was vile, nasty, and humiliating. She did not require sex. No lady did. Harlots, hussies, loose women-those types were rumored to have the same animal cravings that men have, and so, she supposed, they needed sexual activity in their lives. But not she, not Hilda Green. Why, she never thought about it....
Hilda stopped short, blushing horribly, as she realized how blatantly she was lying to herself. Oh, my God, what had she been doing only last night?
Hilda nearly groaned aloud as she recalled her restless night and the way her thoughts had wandered, guiltily but irresistibly, to men and sex. It was always that way when she had insomnia. Hours would pass while she tossed and turned in bed, and she knew from experience that only one thing would allow her to sleep. She didn't even have a name for it, although she did it nearly every night. Her mother, with a tone of hushed horror, had called it "touching oneself." The medical books called it masturbation. Hilda used neither of these terms. It was just an awful thing that happened to her, something she had to do before she could sleep, as if she were possessed by the Devil. How, after her strict and proper upbringing, could she possibly behave like that?
As Hilda slowly walked home to her lonely apartment, she thought about her life and wondered how she had come to be so sinful. Certainly her wonderful parents had done everything possible to keep her mind and body clean. Why had she betrayed them? In her frenzy of guilt, it seemed to her now that she had been betraying them, rebelling against them, for as long as she could remember. Or, rather, her body had rebelled. Yes, it was the animal part of her, her body, that caused all the trouble.
Hilda had had only one sibling, a brother who was a year her senior. She remembered a summer afternoon when she was ten and Thomas was eleven; it was very hot, an oppressive Midwestern day in August, and they had sought the shade of the barn. As they lay panting in the hay, Thomas had begun to talk about sex.
At the time she really hadn't known any better, and she let him go on, rather interested, in fact, in what he was saying. It was a subject her parents had never discussed with her, and she was intensely curious about it. Thomas was relaying what the boys at school had told him, about how babies are made.
"That's why boys and girls are different," he told her, "so they can get married and make babies. The man plants the seed, and the baby grows inside the woman."
"I don't understand," said Hilda. "How do they do it? How does the man plant the seed?"
"I'm not very clear about that," Thomas admitted. "But I do know something. Here."
With no hesitation or self-consciousness-for he was too innocent to know better-Thomas unbuttoned his fly and lifted out his small, pink, floppy penis. Hilda's eyes widened in amazement and admiration. She'd never seen a penis before. Although she knew vaguely that boys and girls had different equipment, her parents had always been very careful never to let her and her brother see each other naked. She was delighted at this opportunity to compare notes.
"My goodness!" she cried. "That's nothing like what I have! What's it for?"
"For planting the seed," explained Thomas. "At least that's what the boys told me at school."
"But how? Where?" She was bewildered but eager to learn.
"Well, that's what I don't know," said Thomas. "Nobody seemed exactly sure about that. All they knew is, it goes between the girl's legs."
Hilda frowned. "I still don't understand," she said. "Between her legs where?"
"Take off your panties," suggested Thomas, "and let's have a look. Maybe we can figure it out."
Hilda was more than willing. She wanted to solve this mystery. Quickly she pulled down her white cotton panties and spread her skinny legs wide apart, so she and her brother could explore her immature parts. She'd never looked at them much herself, they were so hidden, so hard for her to view, and, seemingly, so functionless and unimportant. Now Hilda and Thomas gawked at the bright pink convolutions of flesh tucked away between her thighs.
"Golly," breathed Thomas, "it sure is different! But what's it all for?"
"Well, I'm not sure," confessed Hilda. "But from what you say, it must have something to do with making babies. There must be a place for your thing-what do you call it?"
"My peter," said Thomas knowledgeably.
"Well, there must be a place for your peter to go, to plant the seed. Let's see."
Quickly, eagerly, she fingered and explored her silky moist parts, vaguely conscious that her own touch was pleasant. She found a little hole, almost at dead center, an opening so tiny that even the insertion of her little finger was difficult.
"That must be it," she said. 'Take a look."
And then a very strange thing happened. Thomas scrambled between her out-flung legs to get a close view of the mysterious little hole, then began to touch her parts gently, wonderingly, inserting just the tip of his finger into the tiny opening. His warm moist breath fanned her raw pink flesh. Hilda shivered with delight. Nothing in her life had felt so delicious as his breath and touch in that sensitive place. She wished he would go on doing it forever.
Thomas seemed just as excited as she was. "Let's try it," he said eagerly, "just to see if it works. I'll try to put my peter in your hole."
"All right," said Hilda, anxious to find out what it felt like.
Thomas seized his flabby little tool and attempted to poke it inside her, without success. Neither of them understood that it had to be stiff first. They were both very disappointed.
"Rats!" cried Thomas. "I think the boys were just kidding me. It won't work."
Hilda sighed. "Well, maybe we weren't doing it right. Let me see your peter."
Thomas obediently lay back in the hay, and his sister knelt beside him and gingerly picked up the soft little finger of flesh. It seemed very pretty to her, very nice to touch. The skin was incredibly silky, like baby flesh, and the little organ, uncircumcised, ended in an amusing wrinkled tip of white. Hilda was wild to play with it. She curled her fingers around it, pumped it, petted it, delighting in its warmth and softness.
Hilda was glad to obey. She noticed now that the wrinkled tip yielded to her pumping, slipping easily back and forth, and also that the faster she worked it, the more Thomas seemed to enjoy it. He sighed and murmured and wriggled as she pumped his little tool. With a firm but gentle movement, she at last worked the loose sheath all the way back, revealing a bright red tip beneath, which remarkably resembled a cherry. There was even a tiny hole where the stem should be. Charmed, Hilda applied her finger to it and found it hot and moist and slick. Thomas moaned.
"Ohhhh, Hilda!" he cried. "That feels great! I-"
He stopped abruptly, and they both gasped in wonder as his tiny penis suddenly jerked and went stiff and hard in Hilda's hand. It seemed to have doubled its length and girth, and a tiny drop of pearly fluid leaked from the hole in the tip.
"Oh, my goodness!" shrieked Hilda. "What happened?"
"I don't know!" cried Thomas. "Look at it! It grew!"
In her wonder, Hilda drew her hand away, and they both stared at his belly, from which his small penis now stuck up hard and stiff, pointing at the roof of the barn. Then, on a sudden inexplicable impulse, Hilda bent down swiftly and licked up the little drop of white cream that oozed from the tip. She liked the salty taste. Thomas liked what she did, too, liked it very much. He moaned and shivered.
"Oh, Hilda, let's try it again! I bet my peter would go in your hole now!"
Unwittingly they had discovered the answer to their earlier difficulty. Hilda willingly consented to the experiment, flopping onto her back and opening her legs wide. Her brother crawled eagerly between them, seized his stiff little cock, and poked the tip into her tiny hole, which, for reasons she did not understand, was quite moist and hot by now. His initial penetration, no more than a quarter of an inch, hurt her a little, and yet she felt an urgent impulse to take his dick in farther, to feel the whole stiff length of his funny little peter inside her feverish new-hole.
"Go ahead, Thomas!" she cried. "Push it in farther!"
Thomas was delighted to obey. He drew himself back a little, preparing to thrust hard, when suddenly they froze at the sound of a piercing scream. Their heads whirled, and they saw their mother standing in the doorway of the barn, her face dead white, clasping her hands to her heart.
"Oh, dear God!" wailed Mrs. Green. "Stop! Stop this filthiness at once!"
She rushed toward them....
Even thirty-five years later, Hilda did not like to think about what had happened next. The horrible beatings from mother and father, the endless lectures on sin and damnation. It was too awful, too painful, to remember. She and Thomas had never been allowed to be alone together after that, and so great was their guilt and terror that even years later, after their parents' deaths, they never referred to the incident. And except for one other occasion, that day in the barn had been Hilda Green's only sexual experience.
She had not dated much in high school. It wasn't that she was ugly-her looks were passable, and she had rather a nice, full-breasted figure-but, for reasons she didn't quite understand, Hilda was very much afraid of boys. Most of them, in fact, disgusted her. What Hilda didn't realize was that she had internalized the attitudes of her parents, adopted their teachings and come to regard them as her own beliefs. Like her parents, she believed that sex was evil, and that all men thought about was sex. Therefore men were naturally a source of terror and revulsion to her. She avoided the boys at school, and on the few occasions when they asked her for dates, she turned them down. Throughout her adolescence, she made only one exception.
Harold Jones seemed like such a nice boy. Unlike the others, he never flirted, never used coarse language, never smoked or drank. He was the son of the Methodist minister and intended to become a preacher himself. Hilda had always admired his clean good looks, his excellent manners, and his stern morality. He was, in fact, the only boy she had ever respected. And when she was eighteen and Harold asked her to the Senior Prom, she had no hesitation about saying yes. In spite of her instinctive avoidance of boys and dating, she missed being part of the school's social life, and with Harold she felt she could safely partake.
Her parents approved of Harold, too, and that settled the matter. Hilda went to the dance with him. He behaved like a perfect gentleman, and after that she willingly went out with him every Saturday night. They would see a movie, go for a drive, have something to eat, and he would always bring her home by ten o'clock. He never laid a hand on her. At last, thought Hilda, she had found a decent man.
Then came the night of the graduation dance, a night Hilda would not forget for the rest of her life. In middle age it was as vivid to her as when it had happened, but she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it, even after the lapse of more than a quarter of a century. Horror? Humiliation? Disillusionment? All those things, yes, and yet she could not repress a feeling of violent excitement as well whenever she relived that crucial night. And she thought about it often.
At first everything had gone as usual. Harold called for her in his father's car, came in and talked a while with her parents, and then they attended the dance. Afterward Harold suggested a drive out to the lake, and Hilda agreed. It was just like any other night. As he drove, they talked about their plans for the future. Harold was to start at divinity school in the fall, and Hilda was going to college to train for a teaching career, but they made plans to come home and see each other during vacations. As always, Harold hinted, very delicately and vaguely, that after he was earning his own living, they might be married. Hilda felt very happy.
Harold parked the car in a grove of trees on the edge of the lake, and they went on talking. Then, quite suddenly, and so unexpectedly that Hilda froze still with surprise, Harold threw his arms around her and kissed her passionately. She had never been kissed before, and she was overcome with the aggression and force of it. As soon as she regained her senses, she pushed him away.
"Harold!" she cried. "How could you? What were you thinking of?"
To her astonishment, Harold was panting. He seemed to have taken leave of his senses. "Hilda," he stammered, "it's going to be such a long time, years, before we can get married! I-I-"
"You what, Harold?" she asked anxiously, wondering what was troubling him, what had made him behave so badly.
"I-I-" In his passion and desperation, Harold suddenly made use of a word he had heard many times in the locker room at school. "I want to fuck you!"
He wasn't at all sure why he'd used that horrible word. He didn't approve of it at all. But it somehow seemed to express his desperate horniness better than any other term he could have chosen. He had held himself back too long, dating Hilda for months and never so much as touching her-now the dam burst. He could think of nothing but getting into her, assuaging the terrible need that possessed him. He wanted to touch and fondle those beautiful big tits of hers, wanted to feel her naked beneath him, and, above all, wanted to shoot his seed into her, the seed that ached and boiled in his balls. He was sick of being a virgin, sick of jerking off in the can, sick of being the nicest boy in town. He was going to fuck Hilda if he had to rape her.
"You what?" Hilda had no idea what he was talking about. She had never heard the word "fuck" before. And that was what saved Harold. If she had understood what he meant, she would have screamed, jumped out of the car, and run all the way home. Instead, she was only mildly annoyed and greatly puzzled. "You want to what?" she repeated. "I don't understand."
"I'll show you," Harold growled. He grabbed her again and forced her down onto the seat of the car, scrambling on top of her, jamming his mouth on hers, so that she couldn't scream or struggle. Savagely he tore open her clothes. Hilda was gathering her wits and strength to fight him off, when a remarkable thing happened, something she certainly would not have predicted. Harold's hands found her large full breasts, fondled them feverishly, and as the moist friction of his palms stimulated her nipples, she nearly fainted with pleasure.
Hilda was so overcome with her unexpected reaction that she lay quite still while Harold fumbled out of his pants and shorts. She was hardly even aware of what he was doing. She only knew that she had just experienced a jolt of pleasure more powerful than anything she had known since-she blushed to admit it-that day in the barn when Thomas had played between her legs. Why should such horrid things excite her, give her pleasure? She felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. She knew she ought to slap Harold's face, tell him off, refuse ever to see him again. Yet she couldn't move or speak. She was still tingling with pleasure, her big tits swollen and stiff with arousal, when Harold sank onto her again and inexpertly tried to thrust his enormously swollen cock between her legs.
Hilda shrieked with alarm. At first she did not understand what was happening. Some huge, hard, long object was battering at her belly, and Harold was moaning loudly with excitement. Then she recalled Thomas's tiny stiff "peter," and she understood. This was the adult article, but the goal was the same as before. Horrified, she hammered at his shoulders, trying to push him away.
"Harold, for God's sake, no!" she screamed. "What are you thinking of? We're not married, it's not right!"
"That's a load of crap," panted Harold, who seemed to have forgotten all his manners. "It's fun, let's do it!"
"My God, NO!" shouted Hilda, trying to twist out from underneath him. "I'd rather die! Let me go, Harold!"
"Hilda, please!" Frantically, Harold decided to try something he'd heard about from the other boys, from filthy conversations in the locker room which he'd pretended to ignore but which in fact he'd listened to avidly. Now he was glad he'd listened, though he'd been ashamed of himself at the time. According to the other boys, this was a sure-fire trick for getting a girl to cooperate. He slid his hand down Hilda's sleek belly, found her soft little muff of pubic hair, wriggled a finger inside the furry lips, and located a fat little button of flesh. This, he hoped, was it, the clitoris, a peculiar little organ which was supposed to bring ecstasy to women. He rubbed it gently but steadily. And abruptly, to his delight and wonder, Hilda responded with a loud moan of pleasure.
"Oh, God, Harold!" she groaned, feeling suddenly on fire with pleasure and lust. She felt her virgin vagina gush with hot fluid, and she let her long shapely legs fall wide apart without understanding why she did so. She couldn't put a name to what she wanted, yet she had to have it. And with a shout of triumph, Harold wedged the fat head of his cock into her tiny cuntal mouth and pushed with all his strength.
"OHHHHHHH!" shouted Hilda as she felt the incredibly long hard thing push steadily into her cunt. She was impaled on it, unable to get away. It was frightening, it hurt, she knew it was terribly wrong-and yet in spite of all this, her heart hammered with excitement and her newly ruptured cunt boiled and flooded with horniness. It was evil, wrong, sinful-and yet she wanted Harold's cock inside her pussy so badly that she knew she would die if he withdrew it.
"Oh, Jesus, Hilda!" Harold instinctively cupped her firm buttocks and drew her up tighter against him, forcing his engorged prick all the way to her virgin womb. He was utterly happy, heedless of everything his minister father had taught him about the evils of lust and fornication. He knew only how great it felt to stroke and plunge his cock in her wonderfully tight, hot, juicy vagina. He began to pump it harder and harder, eager to shoot his load, and vaguely, with some pride and pleasure, he was aware that Hilda moaned and cooed and clung to him, enjoying the fucking as much as he did.
"Oh, Harold, yes, yes!" she wailed, beginning to work her hips in time to his rhythm. Like Harold, she was in utter bliss, oblivious of everything but the incredible joy of fucking. She loved the way his huge penis stretched and probed her tiny cunt, she felt she could never get enough of it or have it in her long enough. Then something even better happened, a blinding joy she had never dreamed possible. Wave after wave of violent pleasure broke over her, making her shriek and wail without inhibition. Working her hips frenziedly, she humped him as hard and fast as he balled her, throwing her long legs high in the air, digging her nails into his shoulders.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Harold's bellow of release drowned out Hilda's cries of joy, and she felt a red-hot burst of fluid at the mouth of her womb. She fainted with pleasure, and the next thing she knew was the gentle jolting of the car. It was over, Harold was driving her home.
Modesty prevented her from saying anything about the incident, and she supposed the same was true of him. They didn't say a word to each other, not even when he walked her to her front door. It was only after church the next day that she learned the horrible truth.
By then Hilda was feeling remorse and guilt. She knew that what they'd done was a terrible sin. Still, they were only human, and perhaps they were permitted one mistake, provided they did the right thing about it. And the right thing was to get married at once. As the services ended, Hilda lingered outside the church, waiting for Harold, certain that his thoughts were in tune with hers. Once they were alone, he would surely suggest an immediate wedding.
Therefore Hilda was astonished and alarmed when Harold, emerging from the church, glanced at her briefly, turned pale, and hurried away. She had to run to catch up with him.
"Harold, wait!" she panted. "We have to talk!"
He turned, and his face was full of contempt. "I have nothing to say to you!" he spat.
Hilda gawked. She couldn't believe her ears. "But, Harold, I don't understand! After last night-Tvell, we must marry at once!"
He laughed, not pleasantly. "Marry? You must be crazy! I'm going to be a minister. I can't marry a slut! I'm glad about last night, though. It showed me what you really are. You let me have you without a struggle. You even enjoyed it. And that proves you're a whore at heart. I'd never marry a woman like you. You disgust me."
Hilda stood there, stunned, as he walked away. It was her first, but certainly not her last, experience with the double standard, that merciless social rule which makes it all right, even desirable, for a man to have sex outside of marriage, but which makes it a crime, a disgrace, for a woman to do the same thing. It took Hilda a long time to get over her experience with Harold, but when she finally did, she emerged bitter and determined. She was finished with men.
And she was true to her vow. She never had a man again-no matter how badly she wanted one.
CHAPTER TWO
That evening, when she got home from her appointment with the young doctor, Hilda read the want ads in the evening paper and discovered a job which interested her very much, a position as housemother in a private school for teenage boys. If she could get that job it would be a partial fulfillment of her dreams, for she had always wanted to be a teacher. She had planned to be one, in fact, but the death of her parents during her first year of college left her penniless, and she had had to become a clerk instead. Now, at least, she could be associated with a school. She telephoned and made an appointment to be interviewed the next day.
Hilda was very excited about finding a new job, and she was so proud of her courage that she treated herself to a small bottle of wine for dinner. Unfortunately the wine had the effect of inflaming her already troublesome desires, the incessant sexual need which caused her insomnia and kept her awake, night after night, until in shame and humiliation she masturbated to relieve the tension. This night, thanks to the wine, was worse than all the others.
She tossed and turned in her bed, hour after hour, trying to keep her thoughts on decent subjects, but in the end, as always, she succumbed and allowed herself to think of sex. She had several different fantasies at such times, but the most frequent and persistent one concerned Harold. Even after twenty-five years, she could not get him out of her mind, and she relived again and again that night in his father's car when she had joyfully surrendered her virginity. Tonight, as soon as she began to think of it, her cunt grew hot and wet, and she began fingering her clit feverishly. Her memory was so vivid that Harold was quite real to her. She felt him on top of her, panting, trying to thrust his erect and aching cock into her virgin slit. Moaning, eager, she opened her legs wide, welcoming him. The three middle fingers of her right hand, held stiffly together, became his wonderfully long, hard penis, and with a howl of joy she jammed them into her eagerly pulsing cunt.
"Ohhhhh, God, yes, fuck me!" she wailed. Hilda's vocabulary had increased since her high school days, but only from reading, not from experience. "Yes, fuck me! Ahhhhh!"
She came almost instantly, flooding her own hand with hot cunt juices. It was always like that.
After hours of horniness and frustration, a few stiff strokes into her pussy did the job, and with a sigh of contentment and relief, she fell deeply asleep, her cum-soaked fingers still resting deliciously in her satisfied cunt.
The morning, however, was another story. As on every morning after beating off, Hilda awoke filled with guilt and shame. How could she be so filthy? Why must she do that awful thing to herself every night before she could sleep? Surely she was an incorrigible sinner. It never occurred to her that the young doctor might be right, that all she needed was a man. Hilda was incapable of accepting such a suggestion. She hated men, hated their hypocrisy, their beastly passions, their unfair standards. Above all, she hated Harold Jones. Nothing, she felt, would ever dim her hatred for the man who had taken her virginity and then rejected her for doing the very thing he had demanded. She thought of him with great bitterness. She hadn't seen him since that long-ago day when he walked out of her life, but mutual friends had kept her informed of his progress. He had become a minister and had married-a virgin, Hilda cynically supposed, a nice girl who had refused to give herself to him before the wedding. In other words, a smart girl.
But if it was possible, Hilda despised herself even more than she despised Harold. She felt she was hopelessly obsessed with sex, and that therefore she was damned. She prayed that her new job, if she was lucky enough to be hired, would take her mind off the needs of her body, and that, at last, she could be as clean in her thoughts and private behavior as she was in her public life.
She was right on time for her appointment at the school. It was a handsome old brick building, beautifully landscaped, and was called Hillcrest Academy. Her appointment was with the headmaster, Major Calvin Beadle, a retired Army officer who had founded the school to supplement his income. Hilda had expected him to be quite an elderly man, and she was pleasantly surprised, on entering his office, to find him a ruggedly handsome, athletic man of middle age. In fact as she studied his broad shoulders, his faintly sensuous face, and his abundant sandy hair which was graying at the temples, she felt a little flutter of arousal which she quickly and blushingly suppressed.
"Ah, Miss Green, isn't it?" the Major asked in a pleasant baritone voice. "Yes, sir," said Hilda.
She wondered why he did not ask her to sit down. The fact was, Major Beadle was studying her figure, unknown to her. Indeed, he was mentally undressing her. And he liked what he imagined.
She was a little over the hill, granted, but at the age of fifty-two, Major Beadle wasn't prepared to quibble. An older woman was required for the job of keeping the little bastards in line, and much as he would have liked a nubile young girl, she would not have been up to the task. Miss Green would do just fine. Not only was she the right age, she had damned nice tits, a reasonably handsome face, and good legs. She was a little reserved and grim, but the Major, a man of considerable experience, was pleased by these traits. It would be all the more fun to break down her resistance, all the greater triumph to get her into bed. Major Beadle, then, was not looking just for a housemother to his students; he was looking for a good lay.
If Hilda had known what was on his mind, she would have fled. But his expression gave nothing away. After studying her a moment, he said pleasantly, "Well, sit down, Miss Green. Pardon my manners. I was just trying to gauge whether or not you're husky enough for the work. It's easy enough most of the time-all you have to do is see that the little b-uh, boys, get to bed on time, and that there's silence in the dormitory after lights-out. And of course, if they have any problems, the kind a mother could handle, you listen to them. That's all, generally. But boys will be boys, and once in a while there's a scuffle, and if I or one of the teachers aren't on the scene, you have to break it up. Doesn't happen often, but do you think you can handle it?"
"Oh, certainly," said Hilda. In fact she wasn't so sure, but she wanted the job desperately. "How old are the boys, Major, and how many of them are there?"
Major Beadle forced himself to stop staring at her tits. Size 40-D, at least, he thought excitedly. "Well," he rumbled, "the boys range in age from thirteen to eighteen. In essence we have a private high school here, for those parents who want their boys to have more individual attention than they'd get in public school. That's why we have only thirty students. Besides myself, we have two other teachers, Mr. Webster and Mr. Braun. Then we have a housemother and a cook, the only female personnel. Quite a small staff, you see, small and intimate, as much like home as possible."
"How nice," said Hilda. "I'm sure I'll like it very much." Then she blushed. "Oh, that is, if I'm hired!"
Major Beadle chuckled. "No need to be modest! You'll do just fine, Miss Green, just fine. I decided that the minute you walked in the door."
Hilda wondered how he could have decided without even talking to her, but she supposed his experience enabled him to judge people by their appearance alone. She was very impressed. After discussing the salary-four hundred dollars a month plus room and board and fringe benefits-Hilda gladly agreed to take the job and to move into her room at Hillcrest Academy that very evening. She left his office very happy and excited, chiding herself for not having taken this step years ago. It would be a much more interesting life than clerking in that dreadful, dull store.
The Major walked her to the front door of the school, briefly putting his hand on her waist as he led her out, as if guiding her. He found her waist fairly firm, and that pleased him. She was reserved, spinsterish, and obviously seething with sexual hang-ups, but that only whetted his lust. What a hit it would be to conquer her, to make her squeal and writhe and shriek her pleasure as he banged her! Of course, it would take time, and he would have to proceed slowly and carefully, so as not to scare her off. But that excited him. He was a military man, and he liked strategy, campaigns, and conquest.
Hilda moved out of her little city apartment, overjoyed to leave behind its associations. She had been dreadfully lonely there, and in that rented bed she had masturbated hundreds of times, adding guilt to her loneliness. She was well rid of the place. Her life would be different now, interesting and useful and, above all, clean. With her small amount of luggage, she arrived at Hillcrest about eight o'clock in the evening, and Major Beadle showed her to her room.
"Just in time," he told her as they climbed the stairs to the dormitory and staff bedrooms on the third floor. "The boys are getting ready for bed, and you'll have a chance to learn the routine."
Hilda's room was a small but pleasant cubicle just off the boys' dormitory. She left her luggage there and accompanied Major Beadle into the large lofty room where all thirty boys slept in rows of cots. The noise was horrendous. Boys ran, jumped, shouted, laughed, and whistled, all in various stages of undress, and quite a few of them were naked. Unwillingly, Hilda thought of Thomas, her brother, and their delicious but disastrous afternoon in the barn. Thomas's immature penis had been just like many of these, soft and white and pointy. Only somehow Hilda found it even more exciting to watch these students, for while her brother had lain still for her inspection, they were jumping and running around so that their growing little organs flopped and bounced. Without realizing it, Hilda gawked, and very slowly she licked her lips.
Major Beadle followed her gaze and smiled to himself. Yes, all the right hang-ups, all the right tendencies-an old maid who couldn't keep her eyes off little boy cocks. It was going to be a pleasure having Miss Green around.
"Routine's pretty simple," he told her as they watched the boys. "Let 'em run and play for a while-noisy, but they need to get it out of their systems. Then at nine o'clock, see that they get in bed and settle down, then lights out. And you get a good night's sleep, too, you'll need it. They'll be up again at seven, full of life." Privately he shuddered at the thought. The din was terrible in the mornings, until the boys had been fed and had gone to their classes. "Well," he went on, "I'll leave you to it. After you get them tucked in, come along to my room-my name's on the door-and I'll give you a quick tour of the place before you turn in. Anything else?"
"No, thank you, Major," replied Hilda. "You've been most kind and helpful."
Not as kind and helpful as I'm going to be, thought Major Beadle as he left the dormitory. He was glad he wasn't a housemother-the racket those kids made was worse than any bombardment he'd been through in war. A stiff shot of whiskey for him!
Left to her own devices, Hilda strolled around the big open dormitory, introducing herself to the boys and learning some of their names. Most of them were fairly young, between thirteen and sixteen, but a few were older. They all seemed healthy and pleasant and bright, if a little aggressive and loud. She was surprised, and a little shocked, that the naked ones didn't seem self-conscious in front of her. Personally she found it very embarrassing, and she politely but firmly ordered them into their pajamas. It was only the second time in her life that she'd seen male genitals-Harold Jones hadn't given her a chance to look at his-and she was astounded by the variety of dick lengths and shapes. Her encounter with her brother had been so brief and quick that she'd scarcely had time to notice his testicles, but now she was treated to a leisurely view of pair after pair of pink, hairless, plump boyish balls. This, too, she found disturbing and exciting.
Better get hold of yourself, she thought, you're going to be seeing dicks and balls every day from now on.
Shortly before nine o'clock, Hilda began getting the boys into bed. Most of them were quite cooperative-Major Beadle ran a strict school, and they knew it was fruitless to disobey-but a couple of the youngest boys were so absorbed in their game of tag that they didn't even hear what Hilda was saying. Laughing, she broke up their sport and ordered them to bed. One of the little fellows didn't even have his pajamas on yet. He was a handsome boy of thirteen, named Ronnie.
"Well, Ronnie!" she said, smiling. "Have you forgotten what time it is? Lights out in five minutes!"
"Oh, golly, Miss Green!" cried the boy. "I guess I wasn't paying any attention! I'll hurry!"
He began to get into his pajamas in such a rush that he stumbled, and Hilda laughed and held the bottoms for him. As Ronnie stepped into them, his small soft prick grazed her hand. She stood quite still, stunned by the sensation. It was as if she had been burned by the contact. She felt the crotch of her panties grow hot and wet as her cunt reacted to the excitement. Get hold of yourself, she repeated.
"Okay, thanks, Miss Green," Ronnie was saying. "I guess I'm squared away now."
Hilda smiled absently at him and walked to the end of the room, where the light switch was. "All right, boys," she announced, "lights out!" There was a chorus of groans, but no one left his bed. Hilda flipped the switch. "Good night, boys," she said in the darkness.
"Good night, Miss Green!" came the chorus of voices, some of them high and tenor, some of them breaking and squeaky.
With a sigh, Hilda stepped out of the dorm and into her own little room. She had a feeling she was going to like her new job very much, even if the first evening had been a bit overwhelming. She could still feel the exact spot on her hand where Ronnie's handsome little cock had touched her. She mustn't let herself get so excited over such trivial incidents, she decided. In a place like this it was bound to happen again and again. She went to the mirror and quickly renewed her make-up and hairdo, then went off to find Major Beadle. She was excited about that, too. What a handsome man he was, and so well bred! Of course sex and marriage were out of the question for a woman her age, but it wouldn't hurt to look and admire.
"Come in, come in!" the Major boomed jovially when she knocked. Hilda found him sitting in a big easy chair before the fireplace in his spacious bedroom. He was sipping a whiskey and smoking a cigar, but he put them aside and bounced to his feet when she came in. "Well, well, how'd it go? Any trouble?"
"Oh, no," Hilda said. "No trouble at all. They're sweet boys."
You wouldn't think that if you had to teach them math, the Major thought wryly to himself. "Well, then, let's have our tour. It's a little late, I know, but I won't have time for it in the morning, and you'll need to know your way around."
They started with the ground floor, and the Major showed her the cafeteria, library, and gymnasium. On the second floor were the classrooms, and on the third and top floor were the dormitory and the bedrooms for the staff.
"I doubt anyone's gone to sleep yet," said the Major. "I'll just take you around and introduce you."
They went from door to door, and Hilda met Ralph Webster, a rather shy fortyish man, tall and thin and bespectacled, who taught the boys history and English; Luther Braun, a middle-aged German, short and stout, with a bristling black mustache, who taught foreign languages and science; the Major himself taught math and physical education. "That's our teaching staff," he said, "and now I'll introduce you to our cook and housekeeper, Mavis Brown."
Hilda expected to meet an older, motherly type, so she was totally unprepared for Mavis. The Major's knock was greeted with, "Come on in, honey," rendered in a rather husky feminine voice.
The Major grinned at Hilda. "Mavis never stands on formalities," he said. "She greets everyone that way."
They entered, and Hilda couldn't help gawking. Mavis was a tall, heavily made up, peroxide blonde in her late twenties who was, to use a crude but vivid vernacular expression, built like a brick shithouse. She had large pointy breasts, wide curving voluptuous hips, and a way of standing, with hands on hips, which suggested sensuous invitation. She was dressed in a black lace negligee, sheer enough to indicate that she wore nothing underneath. She was certainly not Hilda's idea of a housekeeper. But she was definitely Major Beadle's idea of a housekeeper. He had chosen her for obvious reasons and had been well satisfied with her, but after three years she was no longer a novelty to him, and that was why he had hired Hilda.
"Good evening, Mavis, my dear," he said. "I'd like you to meet our new housemother, Miss Hilda Green. Hilda, this is Miss Mavis Brown."
"Hlya, honey," said Mavis, holding out her hand.
Hilda shook hands with her, wondering desperately what to say to this woman. Mavis was not the type of woman she generally associated with. Finally she blurted, "What a lovely negligee!"
Mavis beamed. "Oh, you like it? A boy friend give it to me. I think it's kinda pretty. The Major likes it, too, don't ya, honey?"
Behind Hilda's back, Major Beadle smothered a guffaw and signaled Mavis to cool it. Mavis grinned and popped her chewing gum, but she understood. Her boss didn't want to be kidded in front of the new dame. Mavis looked Hilda over, decided she was a prude and wouldn't be much fun to have around, but went on smiling. Mavis was always pleasant, always a good sport. "Well, listen," she said to Hilda, "I hope you like it here."
"Oh, I'm sure I will, thank you," said Hilda, equally pleasant and polite, although she had already decided that Mavis was not a nice woman and not fit for her to associate with. She wondered how Major Beadle, a thorough gentleman, had ever chosen such a woman to work at his school. Mavis must be an awfully good cook.
They left Mavis's room, and the Major walked Hilda back to her own room. "I have the feeling you're not used to working with the opposite sex," he said. "Am I right?"
"Yes," Hilda said. "At the store where I clerked, we had no male employees."
"Well, you'll have Mavis for company," he said, "but I'm afraid she's the only other woman. Hope you don't mind."
"Of course not," said Hilda.
"But what about dates?" teased the Major. "Surely you have some boy friends."
"Oh, Major!" blushed Hilda. "At my age?"
He laughed and said good night. Clearly the poor old girl had had very little experience with men, and that was all to his advantage. He wondered-by some miracle, was she a virgin? No, impossible. She must have slipped up sometime, even her. Well, he would soon find out. Chuckling to himself, Major Beadle returned to his whiskey and cigar.
Hilda prepared for bed but found that she wasn't sleepy. The evening had excited her too much. She decided to take a quiet stroll through the dormitory to see if the boys were asleep.
The big room was very dark, and Hilda had to stand in the doorway for a moment until her eyes adjusted and she could make out the shadowy outlines of the thirty cots, fifteen to a side. She walked very softly down the aisle and was pleased to find that all the boys were sleeping quietly. Having no experience as a housemother, she was unaware of the real situation: the boys always assigned a lookout, someone near the door, who alerted them when the housemother was coming, so that everyone could pretend to be asleep. As soon as she left, they would go back to whatever they were doing-some of them reading Playboy and other books and magazines even less suitable for children; some of them conducting a variety of card games by flashlight and candlelight; some of them simply shooting the bull, especially about their favorite topic, sex; some of them, stimulated by this conversation, blissfully jacking off under the covers; and some of them actually sleeping, though not very many. Only the real squares were asleep before eleven.
Unfortunately, no one had expected the new housemother to patrol the room so soon, and the lookout was unable to warn four of the boys who had decided to take a chance and leave the room. Hilda quickly discovered the empty beds: where could the boys have gone? She debated, wondering if she should wake somebody and ask; but she decided that there was nowhere for them to go, not in their pajamas, except the lavatory. Dismissing the subject, she retraced her steps and left the dorm. She walked to the end of the hall, to the boys' lavatory, and listened at the door. She could hear nothing, but that didn't prove anything-perhaps they were being quiet in order not to waken the others. Shrugging, she walked back toward her own room, then stopped still outside Mavis's door.
She heard voices, young male voices. The missing boys! But what on earth were they doing in Mavis's room at this time of night? Sensing danger, and overcome with curiosity, Hilda knelt and peered through the keyhole. She could see everyone, and she could hear them, too.
"Nuts," Mavis was saying. "It ain't worth my while for fifty cents a throw. I told ya, a dollar apiece. It ain't like you guys was poor or something." She was sitting on the edge of her bed, smoking a cigarette, still wearing the black lace negligee. The large red nipples of her big firm tits peeped through the lace.
Four boys stood facing her, the oldest no more than sixteen. The youngest was Ronnie, the handsome thirteen-year-old whom Hilda had helped with his pajamas. "Aw, come on, Mavis!" cried a blond boy, probably the oldest of the four. "Be a sport! We don't get our allowances for another week, and we're really strapped. Can't we owe you?"
Mavis laughed in a friendly but knowing way. "Honey, don't try to con me! I been here three years, I know the score! None of you little farts ever pay your debts. So take your choice-spend it on me, or spend it on gum. And make up your minds, it's late."
The boys went into a huddle and whispered earnestly to each other. Then they broke up, and the blond boy said, grinning, "Okay, Mavis, you win! We're so horny, we can't hold out. And it's the first time for Ronnie here-we don't wanta miss that."
"Well, now you're talkin'," said Mavis, crushing out her cigarette and standing up. "Let's have the money."
The boys fished in pajama pockets and came up with an assortment of change and bills which Mavis took and stuffed in her purse. Then she faced them with a lewd grin and began unbuttoning the front of her negligee. "Well," she said and laughed, "who's first?"
Nobody answered. They were all pop-eyed, focusing on her chest, their mouths hanging open. Mavis laughed and went on undressing. When all the buttons were undone, she pulled the negligee back from her shoulders and let it float slowly to the floor. Then she stood naked except for a tiny pair of black bikini panties. There was an audible gasp from the boys.
Hilda almost gasped, too, as she knelt and stared through the keyhole. Mavis's breasts were enormous, melon-like, but perfectly firm, sticking straight out as if in mockery and challenge. The nipples were large, too, and bright red. With her great stature, white-blonde hair, and enormous jugs, Mavis was the incarnation of adolescent male masturbatory fantasy. Under loose pajama bottoms, four little cocks grew suddenly stiff and ready.
"Take off your panties, Mavis," said the blond boy, his voice cracking.
Mavis grinned and slipped her red-nailed fingers under the waistband of her panties, drawing them down very slowly, as if to tantalize and tease. Four pairs of bulging eyes followed her movement. As she stepped out of the panties and straightened up, revealing a large dark patch of mons fur, the boys sighed loudly.
"Jeez," breathed Ronnie, "so that's what it looks like?"
Hilda was so stunned and shocked, she feared she was going to faint. The lewdness of it! It was unbelievable that such a thing could happen in a school! Of course, it was all the fault of that immoral woman. Obviously she had lured the boys into this filthy practice. And to add insult to injury, she charged them money to watch her strip. It was disgusting. When Hilda started breathing again, when her heart stopped pounding, she had an impulse to burst into the room and put a stop to Mavis's evil performance. Then she thought better of it. She suspected that she would be powerless against a woman like Mavis, and she also decided that it was not her business to take action. That was up to Major Beadle, the headmaster. Hilda had no doubt that when he learned about it, he would fire Mavis instantly, but should she alert him now? It was late, probably he was sleeping. Hilda decided not to bother him, but to tell him about it the next day. Meanwhile, it was her duty to go on spying so that she could report everything that happened. It was distasteful for her to watch, but when she made her report to Major Beadle she wanted to have all the facts.
Meanwhile Mavis stood grinning at the gawking boys. As an afterthought, she took out her chewing gum and dropped it in the ash tray. "Okay, let's move," she said. "I ain't got all night. Who's first?"
The boys shook themselves, looked at each other, and seemed incapable of speech. At last the blond youth said, "Well, I don't mind. Unless somebody else wants to be first."
"Naw, Ted," said one of the others. "You're the oldest, you go ahead."
When no one else spoke up, Ted grinned and slipped out of his pajamas. Through the keyhole, Hilda gawked at his erect penis. She sensed that it was not full grown yet, but certainly it was bigger than Ronnie's-she flushed and grew hot all over as she remembered how that floppy little prick had brushed her hand. Ted's half-grown cock was about five inches long, skinny, pale white, and very, very stiff, almost as if bursting its tender blue-veined skin. Underneath, his pink balls, covered with light golden down, were swollen, too. With his prick pointing proudly at the ceiling, he approached Mavis.
"Could we do it doggy style?" he asked timidly.
Mavis chuckled. "Jeez, you little bastards learn fast! Sure, why not? You paid your money."
She strolled nonchalantly to the bed and leaned over it, resting her elbows, her feet planted firmly on the carpet and her long legs held slightly apart. From her spying post at the keyhole, Hilda had her first view of another woman's genitals. Mavis's pussy slit was bright red, the same flaming color as her nipples, and fringed with dark silky hair. Her clit was quite large, protruding plumply from the furry lips of her mons. The mouth of her cunt, dark and gaping, seemed quite large, and it glistened with opaque white droplets. The dark brown pucker of her anus loomed large, too. Mavis was a big woman in every respect.
"Okay, kid," she said to the hesitant boy, "pop it in. Let's go. I gotta get up at six-thirty."
With a shiver of excitement, Ted hurried over to the stooping blonde, seized his stiff little cock with trembling hands, and eased it into the wide dripping mouth of her waiting cunt.
"Ahhhhh!" sighed the boy. "Man, it's hot!"
"So use it," laughed Mavis. "Go! Let's have some action."
Ted began to work his hips furiously, and his stiff busy prick made loud, lewd squishing noises in Mavis's big vagina. The other boys, giggling and nudging each other, moved in for a better view of the action, their own small pricks standing stiff and straight.
Hilda's mouth hung open, and her heart seemed to have stopped beating. She could not believe what was happening. In her naivete, she had assumed that the boys had come to Mavis's room and paid their money only to watch Mavis take off her clothes. She had never imagined that things would go this far. Nor could she believe that she, Hilda Green, a decent and moral woman, was actually watching other people fuck. It all seemed unreal. She knew she shouldn't be watching, and yet she couldn't pull herself away. She gawked, licked her lips, and felt a strange itching, an inexplicable warmth, between her legs. Oh, my God, when the Major heard about this! She imagined his shock and outrage....
CHAPTER THREE
A few moments earlier, Major Beadle, tossing in his bed next door to Mavis's room, had been cursing under his breath. Damn it all, couldn't Mavis do anything quietly? He was used to her entertaining the boys in her room after lights-out, he could care less, but he wished the walls weren't so thin or that Mavis weren't so loud. He wanted to sleep. But that was impossible with Mavis fucking a gang of kids, and, furthermore, the unmistakable sounds were getting to him, making him horny. He heard everything that was said, and now he could hear the loud sucking and squishing noises of swift-moving cock in juicy cunt. It was too much. The Major sighed and got out of bed. If he couldn't sleep, at least he could pass the time by getting an eyeful of Mavis's cunt action.
Major Beadle walked into the closet, separated the clothes, and opened a small panel in the wall. It was a special peephole he'd designed and installed himself. On his side of the wall it was a one-way viewing glass, and on Mavis's side it was an innocuous painting of a sailboat. There had been other housekeepers before Mavis, all of them possessing similar qualities and talents, and the Major had enjoyed watching them all. He had an excellent view of the whole room. He grinned as he watched little Ted industriously balling the much older woman....
"Ohhhh, man!" yelped Ted. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Then cum, for Christ's sake," Mavis said.
The boy gave a yelp, delivered a few final frenzied strokes, and then staggered backward, his small cock popping from Mavis's cunt limp and dripping. A little trickle of hot boy cum oozed from her gaping vaginal mouth.
"Oh, man!" sighed Ted, sitting down on the floor and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He was sweaty all over, flushed, and dreamily satisfied.
"Next!" called Mavis. "Come on, snap it up!"
A dark skinny boy glanced at the others, then stepped toward Mavis, grinning. He seized her big white buttocks and rammed his belly against her, trying to plunge his cock into the big dark hole. In spite of his eagerness, however, he could not get on target.
"Your aim's lousy, kid," said Mavis, reaching around, seizing his stiff little prick, and popping it into her cunt. 'There you go, you're in. Now give it to me."
The boy moaned and began to work his small penis in and out of her mushy tunnel, but the little organ was too short and kept slipping out. The boy whined in frustration. Mavis sighed and stood up.
"You got some growing to do, Sam," she told him kindly. "We better try it this way."
She plopped heavily onto the bed, lying on her back and opening her legs very wide. Her enormous tits, rosy and flushed now with the bright red nipples standing straight and stiff, lolled heavily on her chest. Sam sprang onto the bed and crawled between her legs, and when he had successfully snaked his stiff little tool into her, Mavis lifted her long legs and locked them around his ass.
"That oughta keep ya in place," she chuckled.
"Gee, thanks, Mavis," sighed Sam. "You're a pal."
He was so small compared to his partner that his dark head came only to her breasts, but he did not seem awed by the discrepancy. He began to fuck Mavis industriously. From her spying place at the keyhole, Hilda gawked in horror. She could not believe the depravity of this woman. So many unspeakable things were happening, she could hardly keep count of them all for the report she intended to make to the Major. There was nudity, promiscuity, seduction of minors, fornication-somehow the technical terms did not seem adequate to describe the scene. And certainly no words could describe Hilda's feelings. She was simultaneously shocked, outraged, horrified, a little sickened-and yet hideously fascinated, hardly even willing to blink for fear she would miss something. And in her crotch the strange hot itching continued. Absently, forgetting decorum, she reached up under her dress and stroked herself, seeking to ease the odd sensation....
At his spying place in the closet, Major Beadle was stroking himself, too. Without taking his eyes from the viewing panel, he had eased his hand down inside his pajamas, curled his fingers around his steadily stiffening prick, and begun to pump it slowly, languorously. He felt the urge to storm into Mavis's room and throw the little bastards out, so he could take their place in her steamy slick cunt, but he decided against it. He didn't want to give away his secret pleasure. No one, not even Mavis, knew about the spy hole, and if the secret got out, no doubt his fun would be spoiled. It was better to let Mavis and the boys go on thinking that no one was on to their late night orgies. Still, the Major couldn't help envying Sam with all his heart as he watched the young boy feverishly balling Mavis with all the dignity and fervor of a Chihuahua humping a Great Dane. The Major grinned. His boys learned fast, and they were getting a kind of education that no other school offered. That was fine with Major Beadle: he considered this particular subject far more important for the boys than math or composition. With a sigh, half of envy and half of pleasure, he took a firmer grip on his cock and began to pump it faster....
"Ohhhhh!" Sam gave a howl of delight and shot his cum into Mavis's big flooded cunt, then rolled off her, panting and red-faced and utterly happy. She gave him a friendly slap on the ass and pushed him off the bed to make room for her next partner. This was a red-haired, freckled boy named Marvin, about fourteen years old, who had been waiting impatiently, fingering his stiff little penis, while he watched his buddy in action. Marvin hopped onto the bed and started to kneel between Mavis's long shapely legs, but she mischievously gave him a push, and he fell on his back. Before he could move, Mavis straddled him and plunged her cum-dripping, fur-fringed cunt down on his straight-standing little prick.
"You take it easy and let me do the work, kiddo," she said and laughed. "I need the exercise!"
Marvin squealed happily while the much larger woman worked over him, working her big tSips rapidly, her enormous tits flopping and flapping. The small boy could not resist reaching up and touching the huge jugs as they bounced above him, but soon his attention was held entirely by the hot squishy action of Mavis's cunt around his achingly stiff little cock. He would willingly have gone on for hours, but Mavis was getting a little bored with it all and was determined to bring him off quickly. These kids could be a gas, she admitted, but they were no substitute for man-sized cock meat; the longer she kept fucking those tiny pricks, the more frustrated she got. She had learned a few tricks over the years, one of which could help her now. Using powerful muscles, she clenched her vagina very tight around Marvin's immature penis, squeezing and milking it. Marvin gave a gasp and came helplessly, triggered by the delicious friction.
"Whooooeeee!" he shouted.
Mavis grinned, rumpled his hair, and climbed off him. One more to go, then she could get some sleep. If she wasn't so horny all the time, she'd give up this kind of thing or raise her prices. But cooped up in the school, with no young studs around, she found it hard to resist the kids when they came to her room begging to get laid. The money came in handy, but she hadn't the heart to charge more-and if she had, the boys might not come around any more. A pint-size cock was better than none at all.
"Okay, kid," she said, grinning at Ronnie. "Your turn. You've never done it before, huh?"
"Right," said Ronnie nervously. When the other boys had invited him to come along to Mavis's room and, as they put it, lose his cherry, he'd been very eager and excited. All the kids in school knew what went on in her room at night, even though not all of them had been there, some staying away out of shyness, others for lack of money. Ronnie was the youngest boy in school, just turned thirteen, and too timid to approach Mavis alone. Just the same, he'd kept a dollar ready at all times in case some of the other boys asked him to come along, and tonight it had happened. Ronnie had only the vaguest notion of what this "fucking" business was all about, but the older boys had talked it up so much, he just had to try it. When they had watched Mavis undress-the first time he'd seen a naked woman-and while he'd observed the others balling her, he'd been tremendously excited, and his tiny cock had swelled up stiff and aching. Now that it was his turn, however, he was scared. And to his dismay-and Mavis's-his small prick withered and went limp.
"Aw, shit!" cried Ronnie. He was embarrassed, and, worse, he knew from watching the others that you couldn't fuck unless your peter was hard.
"You said it," remarked Mavis wearily. "Well, kid, that's the breaks, happens to everybody sooner or later. In your case, sooner. I'll give you your money back, and you can try again some other night."
Ronnie blushed right down to his toes, feeling humiliated and ashamed. All the other guys had done it to her-why not him? He didn't want to be treated like a baby. He was determined to have his turn with Mavis, to prove that he was as good as anybody else. "No!" he said stubbornly. "Keep the money. I want my turn."
Mavis sighed. "Sure you do, buster, but you can't make it with a limp tool. No way. Come back some other time and try again."
"You can give him a hard-on, Mavis," said Ted, not wanting to miss Ronnie's initiation. "Go ahead, it won't take long."
"Uh-uh," said Mavis. "It's late."
"Please!" piped Ronnie. He had no idea how Mavis could make his peter hard, but he was willing to try. "Just half a minute, Mavis!"
Mavis studied the boy's face and sighed again. She understood how important it was to him not to fail in front of his friends. She chuckled: men were all alike, no matter what age they were, life's biggest humiliation, to them, was a cock that refused to stand. And, damn it, she was soft-hearted, too fucking soft-hearted. She could never stand to see the kids cry, and she knew this little guy was about to burst into tears if he didn't get what he came for.
"Okay, fella," she said gently, "we'll give it a go, but only half a minute, like you said. I need my sleep."
"Sure, Mavis!" cried Ronnie. "Thanks a lot!
What do I do?"
"You don't do anything," she said and laughed. "Just stand there."
She walked over to Ronnie, knelt in front of him, and pulled down his pajama bottoms. She took his limp little dick in her hands-shit, it was about the smallest one she'd ever seen, and she doubted that erection would improve matters. With a sigh, she petted it, pumped it, tweaked it, and then, getting no results, not even a twitch, she bent her head, brought the tiny wrinkled tip of his cock to her lips, and wriggled her hot wet tongue under the loose foreskin, swishing it around the silky flesh of his cheese-coated glans.
"Ohhhh, jeez!" wailed Ronnie, falling forward and bracing himself by holding onto her shoulders. The sensation of her swift slick tongue cleansing the raw flesh of his little nut was incredibly thrilling, like nothing he'd ever felt before. There was an insistent tingling in his balls, and they began to swell up. Then, as Mavis licked and tongued the sensitive head of his cock faster and faster, he groaned loudly and felt his small penis stiffen and grow.
"See," he gasped proudly, "it didn't even take a minute!"
Mavis chuckled and lay back on the carpet, spreading her legs. "Right, kid," she said and grinned. "Now, pile on and get your dollar's worth."
Ronnie leaped to obey, landing on her plump belly with a resounding smack, jamming his hips frantically against her, blindly seeking to insert his cock. By a lucky stroke, it popped inside, and he gasped and moaned as, for the first time, his penis was enveloped by the hot, sticky, clinging flesh of a woman's cunt....
In the closet, Major Beadle stifled a moan of excitement. It never failed to thrill him when he watched one of the boys getting fucked for the first time. He imagined himself in Ronnie's place and tried to recapture the sensations of long ago, the first time he had ever slipped his old cock to a girl. God, it had been almost forty years ago. Briefly, while vigorously pumping his cock and watching the action, Major Beadle relived that moment.
He'd been fourteen years old, visiting his uncle, also an Army career man. One day while the uncle was out, his wife, a voluptuous brunette in her forties, approached young Calvin Beadle while he was reading in his room. He remembered how strange she had looked, how feverish: her handsome face was flushed, her large breasts swelling under her dress, her dark eyes glimmering as she walked toward him. She knelt by his chair and, to his astonishment, put her hand in his lap, squarely on his fly.
"Let me see your cock, Calvin," she cooed. "Does my sweet little nephew have a nice cock?"
Overwhelmed, young Calvin only gawked at the lovely older woman while she unzipped his pants, tenderly lifted out his half-grown penis, and bent to kiss it. In a matter of seconds it was stiff as a poker, and in less than a minute his aunt had led him to the bed and they were balling happily. When it was over, there were tears in her eyes. "Oh, thank you, darling," she said and sighed, "it was lovely! Your uncle's not up to it any more, and I miss it so much!"
Now the middle-aged Calvin Beadle, standing in his closet and joyfully pumping his stiff penis, sighed as he recalled that long-ago scene. Good old Aunt Dora! She'd fucked him five times a day after that, and whenever he came back for a visit he was sure of getting expertly laid. He hoped this kid Ronnie was enjoying his first fuck as much as he, Major Beadle, had enjoyed slipping his dick to Aunt Dora. Matter of fact, Mavis reminded him a little of Dora. Major Beadle groaned softly, blissfully, as he pumped his old gnarled prick to a shivering climax, his hot sticky cum splattering on the closet wall.
Hilda could watch no longer. Jumping up from the keyhole, she ran to her room, locked the door, and threw herself on the bed, trembling and half faint. The spectacle of that blowsy tramp robbing a young boy of his innocence had been too much for her. How could Mavis live with herself after such a vile thing? Obviously she had no conscience, no sense of sin. Far from acting guilty, she'd appeared to be enjoying herself immensely. Hilda shuddered. She hadn't dreamed that such depravity could exist.
And something else was bothering her, too. In spite of her horror and disgust with the scene she had just witnessed, it was all too clear, too clear to deny, that she had become powerfully aroused by it. She was horrified and shamed to acknowledge it, but she could hardly ignore the fact that the crotch of her panties was soaked with cunt juice, that her clit throbbed and ached with lust, and that her whole body tingled with desire. Perversely, shamefully, she found herself envying Mavis. It just wasn't fair! She, Hilda Green, a hard-working, respectable, deserving woman, had been fucked only once in her whole life-while that lewd, immoral tramp was getting dicked four times in one night. And all those pretty little boyish pricks! Hilda writhed with jealousy and horniness. So pure and pink and tempting, those little fun fingers of fuck flesh-they should not be wasted on a filthy slut like Mavis. She didn't deserve them. Even while she realized that her thoughts were outrageous, insane, Hilda imagined doing what Mavis had done to Ronnie, taking his sweet little prick in her hand, licking and tasting it with her eager tongue.
Hilda moaned and writhed on her bed. She hated Mavis, she'd report her in the morning and rejoice when she was fired. Hilda also hated herself; she knew she was in a hopeless frenzy of horniness, that she would be unable to sleep until she got some relief. No point in putting it off, then. She needed to be fresh for her new job tomorrow, she could not afford a sleepless night. With a sob, half of humiliation and half of wild joy, she jammed three stiff fingers into her dripping, begging cunt....
CHAPTER FOUR
Hilda's alarm woke her at seven the next morning, and for half an hour she had no time to think about anything except getting the boys out of bed, dressed, and on their way to breakfast. Few of them were eager to wake up and face another day of classes, but at last the pangs of hunger, combined with Hilda's friendly coaxing, got them on their way. Hilda realized how much noise thirty adolescent boys could make only when they had left, leaving the dorm as eerily quiet as a deserted cave.
For the rest of the day Hilda's duties were to be available in case any of the boys needed help or advice, and to assist Mavis with the cleaning. After what Hilda had witnessed through the keyhole the night before, she was not anxious to spend much time with the blowsy blonde cook, and she was relieved when Mavis, in a very business-like manner, suggested that Hilda be responsible for cleaning the dormitory floor and leave the rest to her. Hilda vacuumed, scrubbed, and washed windows, waiting for classes to let out so she could make her report to Major Beadle. At last it was three-thirty, and she went downstairs to his office to tell him of the horrible scene she had witnessed between depraved Mavis and the four innocent boys.
Major Beadle was jovial as usual (Hilda had never seen him in the classroom, where he was a tyrant). Seated behind his big oak desk smoking a cigar, he motioned her to sit down, then boomed heartily, "Well, how was your first day as our housemother, Miss Green? No problems, I hope?"
"Yes, Major, I'm afraid there was a problem," said Hilda, blushing deeply. Now that the time had come, she felt very embarrassed and most reluctant to describe what she'd seen. It was not the sort of thing a decent woman talked about, certainly not in front of a man. Nevertheless, it was her duty to try.
Meanwhile the Major studied her, wondering what in hell was making the old girl so up-tight. Clearly she was nervous and distressed by something and was finding it difficult to speak. That meant that whatever it was, the "problem" was something which embarrassed her. What could have happened? Quickly the Major reviewed the possibilities: couldn't be anything worse, he decided, than catching one of the boys jacking off, or maybe finding some of their girlie magazines when she was cleaning the dorm. He gave her an encouraging smile. "Well, then, tell me about it, Miss Green. No need to feel hesitant. This is my job."
His reassurance helped, and Hilda was at least able to begin her report. "Very well, sir," she said, continuing to blush. "I can hardly believe what I witnessed, but nevertheless it happened. It was last night, I just happened to come across it by accident. You have a depraved person in your school, Major Beadle, someone who should not be allowed near young, impressionable boys. I refer to Miss Mavis Brown."
Oh-oh, thought the Major. He tried not to let his expression reveal anything, however, and he said calmly, "Yes? Go on."
"Well-" Hilda was blushing even deeper now, and beginning to tremble. "I'd been checking on the boys after lights-out, and as I was returning down the hall to my room, I heard boyish voices. Four beds in the dorm had been empty, so naturally I wanted to investigate. I looked through the keyhole of Miss Brown's room, and-" She broke off, searching fruitlessly for delicate words to describe the extremely indelicate things she'd seen.
Meanwhile the Major was struggling to keep his face impassive. He knew now what she was going to say. Damn it all! Nosy old bitch! Why hadn't she minded her own business? Now that she had the goods on Mavis, she could wreck the school if she wanted to. What could he do? He decided, for the moment, to buy time, let her go on talking, while he thought it out.
"Please don't be shy about it, Miss Green," he said. "There's no need to hide anything from me. Just go ahead and tell me what you saw."
Hilda swallowed hard and continued as best she could. She was hideously embarrassed to be saying such things in front of a man. "Well, I looked through the keyhole, and I saw Mavis-Miss Brown-engaging in indecent activities with four of the boys. Their names were Ted, Sam, Marvin, and Ronnie, but actually I don't think it was their fault. That woman, Miss Brown, solicited money from them, four dollars, to watch her undress and then to-uh, well, to engage in fornication with her. Mere boys, Major! The woman is a fiend! She ought to be dismissed at once! After what I've told you, I'm sure you'll agree. She exercises a grossly immoral influence in your school, corrupting the innocent minds and bodies of the pure boys."
Damn! The Major was furious. He didn't want to fire Mavis, yet obviously that was the price of Miss Green's silence. Mavis was not only a great pal to the boys, she also did her work very well. He'd had plenty of well-stacked cooks who enjoyed sex, but Mavis was the only one whb could actually cook. It would be hard, probably impossible, to replace her with anyone half as good. Yet if he didn't get rid of her, if he refused to appease Miss Green, then she would go to the authorities with her story, and Hillcrest Academy would be ruined. Worse, he, Major Beadle, would be ruined. What to do? Suddenly a wicked plan popped into his mind. He wanted to leer, but he managed to look grave and concerned.
"Well, well, Miss Green," he rumbled; "this is very serious indeed. Certainly I shall have to act at once. We can't let the image of the school be tarnished by such activities, and of course, as you point out, it is a corrupting influence on the boys. However, we must take into account the fact that Miss Brown belongs to the union, and if I fire her, they'll demand a very detailed and exact report of the reasons. In short, you're going to have to be more specific. You were the only witness, it's your word against hers, and so you will have to be very clear about your charges. Here-" He reached into a desk drawer and pretended to flip a switch, "I'll turn on my tape recorder, and you tell the whole story, from the beginning, leaving out nothing."
"Oh, dear," stammered Hilda, "I'm not sure I can! That is-Oh, Major, it's so embarrassing! It's hardly something I can talk about in detail!"
"But, my dear lady," protested the Major, "it's the only way we're going to satisfy the union. You'll simply have to do it, if you want Miss Brown dismissed. Tell you what, I'll fix us both a drink. I could use one, and I'm sure it'll make you more relaxed. And while I'm doing it, you just go ahead and tell the story as best you can.
"Very well, sir," said Hilda miserably. Although she rarely touched liquor, she agreed with the Major that it might help in this instance. She accepted a double Scotch and soda, indifferent to what she was swallowing, and very slowly, painfully, began to tell what she had seen the night before. It helped that the Major seemed to listen so attentively and seriously.
But a very strange thing began to happen. As the liquor took effect, and as Hilda began to describe the perverse sexual scene she had witnessed, she found herself becoming powerfully aroused. To her horror, she felt her vagina growing hot and juicy, felt an insistent demand between her legs which testified undeniably that she was getting hornier and hornier. She hated herself for this, and she prayed that the Major wouldn't notice.
But of course he did. This was just what he had planned. He'd gambled on the chance that she wasn't used to drinking and couldn't hold her liquor, on the chance that talking about fucking would make her horny, and he had won. An experienced man, he could recognize the signs, the mottled flush spreading over her face and neck, the widening of her pupils, the way her big breasts were swelling and stiffening beneath her prim white blouse, and the increasing confusion of her speech. While struggling to keep a straight face, he inwardly congratulated himself and prepared for the next step in his plan.
For her part, Hilda was getting rapidly drunk, for the first time in her life, and with her sobriety went her inhibitions. She no longer bothered to avert her eyes from the Major as she talked, and she unashamedly admired his broad muscular shoulders, his strong arms and hands, wondering what he looked like undressed. That made her even lustier. "And so then," she babbled, hardly hearing her own voice any longer, "the second boy, Sam, undressed and approached her. She was still leaning over the bed-"
"My goodness," interrupted the Major, who was getting a bit of a buzz on himself and growing impatient to have some fun, "how awful! Let me be sure I understand this correctly, Miss Green. You say she was leaning over the bed, but I'm not quite clear just how you mean. Perhaps you could demonstrate. Let's pretend my desk is the bed, and you show me just how she was positioned."
"Oh, of course," said Hilda, getting unsteadily to her feet. Such a nice man, the Major, so cooperative! She walked around to the side of the desk, placed her elbows on it, and spread her legs slightly, so that her ample and shapely ass stuck out. "It was like this," she said.
"I see. Don't move, I want to check something," replied the Major. He got up and came around behind her. The way she was bending over put quite a strain on her skirt, and he could see the outline of her panties and the cleavage of her buttocks through the thin cloth. When he thought of what he was going to do next, his cock twitched, grew, and stiffened, and he almost chuckled. "Umm-hmm," he muttered, "I see. Well, we have to anticipate all contradictions, Miss Green, and I see one right here. Mavis-uh, Miss Brown-is about your height, but if she was standing just like this, why, then, her, ah, buttocks would be raised too high for a small boy to, ah-well, you see what I mean?"
Hilda, intent on cooperating, instantly understood. "Oh, yes! I understand! And yet, I know she was in this position, or something like it."
"Oh, I don't doubt your word, dear lady, not for a second!" the Major assured her. Naturally he didn't, since he'd witnessed the scene himself, and he had to admit that Hilda's account had been perfectly accurate. "Perhaps she was standing just a bit more like this," he went on, placing his hands on Hilda's ass and gently pushing it downward a few inches. "That would do the job," he said, not removing his hands. "What do you think?"
What Hilda thought could hardly be put into words. The hotness of his hands on her ass was making her violently horny. "Oh, ah, uh," she stammered, "I think you're right, Major."
"Or perhaps like this?" Gripping her ass more firmly, he began to maneuver it around, at the same time easing his thumbs between her legs and gently but persistently palpitating the plump sensitive flesh of her labia. To his delight, he could feel intense heat and moisture-the old girl was aroused, all right! He rubbed his thumbs teasingly over her anus.
"Ohhhhh," moaned Hilda, unable to repress her pleasure. Her cunt boiled out its juices, and she felt hot liquid dribbling down her thighs. She felt she had never been so horny in her life. The liquor had dulled her inhibitions, and she could not bring herself to move or protest. It was so pleasant, what the Major was doing to her. Surely it wouldn't hurt to pretend innocence, to let him go on doing it just a moment longer.
Major Beadle felt his thumbs moistened by her flooding cunt juices and permitted himself a leer behind her back. "Fine, Miss Green," he said soothingly, "but let's be absolutely sure about this. I want to know the exact position in which they were standing when they, uh, engaged in the act. The boy, you say, was standing behind her?" He massaged her labia again.
"Yessss!" breathed Hilda.
"Um-hmm," replied the Major, slowly lifting her skirt up to her waist. She was wearing plain white cotton panties, which he didn't much care for, but he was too aroused himself to quibble over details just then. He began to ease the panties down over her big smooth white buttocks, using his thumbs to tease the puckered brown mouth of her anus, then the bright moist pink flesh of her labia. He noted that the panties were thoroughly soaked with her juices. He insinuated a finger into the slick labial folds and began to stroke swiftly. Hilda shuddered and sighed. With his free hand, he rapidly unzipped his fly and drew out his cock, which was by now enormously swollen and stiff. He slipped it between her legs, allowing it to take over the mischievous caressing of his finger, and the long fat tool nosed into the pulpy hotness of her labia. "And he did something like this?" he asked.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" gurgled Hilda.
Her heart pounded as, for the second time in her life, a stiff penis found its way between her legs. All her moral principles seemed to vanish. Vaguely she knew that sex outside marriage was wrong, that she should not be letting the Major take down her panties and put his cock between her legs, that she should be outraged and indignant. A lady, in similar circumstances, would slap his face and leave. Surely she was a lady? But to all these arguments and reservations, her wildly creaming cunt paid no attention. Her head swam, and she knew that all she really wanted right now was to let the Major go on doing the delicious things he was doing to her.
"And then," said the Major, hardly able to keep his voice steady, he was so excited, "the boy did this?"
He seized the fat hard head of his ready cock and popped it into the gaping, dripping mouth of her cunt, pushing it in about an inch. He grinned as he felt her vaginal muscles grip it eagerly and try to suck it in farther. Poor old thing, she was ready, all right! And so was he! "Is this what he did, Miss Green?"
"Ahhhhh!" cried Hilda. It felt incredibly good, and she wished desperately that he would push his prick farther into her. "Yes, Major, just like that, and then he-he, uh-"
"Yes, I know, my dear," sighed the Major. "Then he did this."
Slowly, shivering with delight, he pushed his long swollen dick meat into her cunt until it butted gently against the slick hot mouth of her womb. He was pleased to find her vagina so tight-obviously it hadn't been used much. It was a delicious change from Mavis's enormously stretched cock tunnel.
"OHHHHHHH!" gasped Hilda. All inhibitions and scruples gone now, she only prayed that the Major would not confine himself to this brief demonstration, that he would go ahead and fuck her, hard and swiftly. She needed it so badly! Instinctively she began to work her hips and vaginal muscles, rubbing the aching walls of her cunt all along his wonderfully thick hard cock, urging him to move inside her.
"Why, Miss Green!" exclaimed the Major in seeming surprise-though in fact, behind her back, he was grinning fiendishly. "I didn't mean to excite you so! P was only trying to set the scene as you described it, to be absolutely sure of what happened. However, if you'd like me to proceed...." He chuckled. "Matter of fact, I'm rather turned on myself! I wouldn't mind having a go at it. But of course it's up to you."
Hilda gritted her teeth. It was a crucial moment for her. Everything she prided herself on-her modesty, dignity, morality, and purity-would have to be sacrificed in order to get what she so desperately needed right then, a good hard fuck. Could she bring herself to do such a thing, actually ask a man to fuck her? Her pride rebelled, but her cunt ached with need. It was too much for her. Years of sexual starvation caught up with her at last, she could not resist.
"Ohhhh, YES!" she squealed. "Do it to me, please!"
"Do what, dear Miss Green?" asked the Major pleasantly. It was essential to his plan that she use the right words.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ohhhh, fuck me!" wailed Hilda, too horny to be modest any longer. "Please fuck me, Major!"
"With pleasure, Miss Green," he replied triumphantly. And then, to his enormous delight as well as hers, he began to bang her furiously. He didn't want to be gentle, didn't want to hold back, and he sensed, correctly, that she wanted him to be rough also. He rammed his rockhard cock in and out of her narrow but receptive cunt without mercy, so hard that her body slapped against the desk with each thunderous stroke, so swiftly that she could hardly catch her breath between blows. It was wonderful, exactly what she'd prayed for.
"Oh, God, yes, YES!" she wailed. "Oh, Major, it's so good, I love it! YES! AHHHHHH!"
Gripping her wide hips to steady himself, the Major worked away blissfully. He hadn't had such a sweet, hot, tight cunt for many years. He was pleased to have aroused the frigid spinster to such a pitch of lust, and he grinned as her boiling cunt juices spattered out around the shaft of his pounding cock with each mighty thrust. To add to her excitement, he wriggled the tip of his little finger inside the tight gripping mouth of her anus and began to pump her there, too. Hilda wailed and shrieked with delight.
Both of them were too excited to hold out very long. As the Major worked his finger expertly in her asshole, as his magnificent cock pounded and stuffed her, Hilda felt blinding waves of pleasure rocking her body and knew she was cumming. "AAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked.
Triggered by her convulsing cunt muscles, Major Beadle bellowed his delight as he felt red-hot cum spurting from his cock to flood her tight vagina. The jetting liquid overflowed her cunt and splashed out to soak her thighs. Dizzy with pleasure, the Major had all he could do to keep from slumping to the floor as he delivered his final swift strokes. Then he fell panting and sweaty against her, reaching up and giving her big soft tits a friendly squeeze. He made a note to play with them at the next opportunity.
"Well, my dear," he wheezed, "a bit unexpected, but nice, eh?"
But Hilda did not reply at once. Now that her orgasm was over and her needs temporarily quieted, she was filled with shame and remorse. She had behaved like a common whore, begging this man to take her, shouting her pleasure in obscene language. She wondered how she could face him, how she could live with herself, after such behavior. Why, she was no better than that slut Mavis!
"Please, Major," she said brokenly, "let me go!"
Satisfied for the moment, he released her and drew out his long, limp, cum-dripping cock. He managed to wipe the triumphant smirk from his face before she turned around, assuming, instead, a look of gravity.
Blushing terribly, Hilda pulled up her panties and smoothed out her skirt. She wished the Major wouldn't watch her so brazenly, and she was so humiliated after her lewd performance that she wanted to die on the spot. "Well," she said lamely, "I imagine I've told you all you need to know, and you can proceed to deal with Miss Brown on your own."
Major Beadle sneered at her. "Deal with Miss Brown, you say? Oh, no, my dear, I never had any intention of doing that. We're all very fond of Mavis around here, very fond. I wouldn't dream of firing her. And I feel it's only fair to warn you, if you're tempted to push the matter, that you're no longer in any position to talk. You see, while we were fucking-" He motioned toward his top desk drawer "-my tape recorder was still on. It's all there, everything you did and said. I think you appreciate the situation, Miss Green. To put it bluntly, it's a stalemate. You have the goods on Mavis, but I have the goods on you."
Hilda thought she would faint with horror.
She'd forgotten all about the tape recorder. Dear God, everything he said was true! She couldn't report Mavis now, not unless she wanted the whole world to know of her shame, and she'd die before she let that happen. With a groan of despair, she ran out of the Major's office.
Major Beadle watched her go, then grinned and rubbed his hands together in great glee. He'd done the job, all right. There'd be no more trouble from Miss Green. As a matter-of-fact, he did not own a tape recorder, but she need never know that. Zipping his fly, humming to himself, he poured another whiskey and relit his cigar.
Hilda spent the rest of the evening in a paralysis of shock, wondering what she should do. For the moment it seemed wisest to stay on at Hillcrest Academy, for, having given up her clerking job, she had no other source of income. They hadn't been very happy at the store when she'd quit so abruptly, and at her age it would be very hard to find another job. The Major had said nothing about firing her. She gathered that he only wanted her to keep quiet about Mavis, who was evidently a great favorite of his. Her income was secure then, but it was so humiliating to stay on, after what had happened. It was bad enough to have to hold her tongue about Mavis's scandalous activities; it was even worse to think of facing Major Beadle again, after she'd given herself to him like a common tramp. But for now, she had no choice.
Later that evening, after getting the boys to bed, Hilda again patrolled the dorm and the hall to see if everyone was where he belonged. One person was not. Hearing voices, and peering through the keyhole of Mavis's room, Hilda saw that one of the older boys, an eighteen-year-old named Henry, was lying on the bed with Mavis, fucking her vigorously, while Mavis responded with howls of delight. In fact Henry was Mavis's favorite stud, the only one who, in her opinion, possessed a decent sized cock, and she was always happy to see him. She didn't even charge him money.
Blushing furiously and rising from the keyhole, Hilda hurried back to her own room, thinking, again, how unfair life was. Mavis could get laid any time she wanted to, and she never felt any guilt about it-while Hilda, a respectable and decent woman, had gone frustrated and unloved all her life, only to react with crushing guilt after her first fuck in twenty-five years. No, damn it, life wasn't fair at all! Miserably, Hilda undressed and got into bed, but she could not sleep. It wasn't just because of her anger and humiliation, it was also because she was horny again. Would that curse never leave her? Just the sight of Mavis making it with big-cocked young Henry had been enough to arouse her unbearably. Lying in the darkness, tossing and turning, she had irresistible visions of small pink cocks, flopping and dancing-how she longed to touch them, to play with them! An hour went by, and she realized it was no use trying to avoid it-she would have to relieve her sexual tension before she could sleep. With a sob of shame, she pulled up her nightgown and began to rub her clit, then followed her usual routine, thrusting three fingers into her thirsting vagina, but to her amazement, nothing happened. She probed, stroked, finger-fucked herself, but she could not cum, no matter how long and hard she tried. What was the matter with her?
Writhing with frustration, Hilda mulled over her dilemma. The old way wouldn't work any longer, but why? Then it came to her-it was because of what had happened that afternoon with the Major. Once having had a taste of real sex, she craved a repetition; solitary masturbation could no longer excite her. Hilda began to cry in shame and desperation. What could she do now? She realized that the young doctor had been right after all, what she needed was a man. If she didn't find herself a husband, or at least a lover, she would be in an agony of horniness the rest of her life. But she was middle-aged, no longer attractive. How could she possibly find a man of her own?
Driven beyond endurance by the nagging itch in her cunt, Hilda decided to cast aside her pride and seek out the Major. He'd been willing enough to fuck her that afternoon, and possibly he'd do it again if she flirted with him. She wasn't going to beg, but she was certainly going to attempt a seduction. She wouldn't be able to sleep unless she got some relief. Hating herself, but unable to resist, she put on her bathrobe and snuck into the hall....
An hour earlier, while Hilda had been patrolling the hall and spying on Mavis, Major Beadle was at his peephole in the closet also watching the action between the blonde cook and young Henry. Unlike Hilda, he wasn't shocked, but he'd certainly been envious. And he was a little put out with himself. Damn it, he'd gotten his rocks off just a few hours ago with Hilda Green, and now he was horny again! What a bother! He hated to go to bed with a stiff cock, and he also disliked masturbating-it seemed so undignified, so unsuited to a military officer. But what to do? Only two women in the place, and neither of them available. Mavis's familiar but expert cunt was already occupied, most happily, by the snorting, sweating young student with the over-sized cock, and as for Miss Green-from the look on her face when she rushed out of his office, the Major had to assume that she was in no mood for any more dalliance with him, at least not for a long time. Damn it all, what a nuisance!
At last the Major decided that he had no choice but to wait until Henry left Mavis's room, then go and beg Mavis for some relief. He kept at the peephole, silently urging the young student to cum and get the hell back to the dorm. He writhed with impatience when the indefatigable Henry managed to get a second hard-on only seconds after pulling his huge prick out of Mavis's cum-flooded cunt. The damned kid seemed to have boundless energy. However, when he requested a third round, even Mavis had had enough, and with a laugh she sent him packing.
Major Beadle waited till he was sure Henry had had time to get back to the dorm, then sprinted for Mavis's room, tapping gently on the door and entering even before she replied. Locking the door behind him, he leered at her.
"Good evening, my dear," he said insinuatingly. "I hope you have a few minutes to spare for an old friend."
Mavis, who was just stepping into her panties, eyed the bulging crotch of his pajamas and exclaimed disgustedly, "Oh, fer Christ's sake! Jesus, honey, I just got fucked raw by one of the kids, the one with all the cum and the really big prick. I'm bushed. Couldn't we make it tomorrow night instead?"
The Major approached her, grinning. "My dear, with a cock stand like this, do you expect me to wait? I'd make a disgraceful spectacle in class tomorrow-hardly a decent example for our young boys."
"Just lie down on your back, dear," sighed the Major, "and rest as much as you like. I'll do the work."
Mavis took her place on the bed, and Major Beadle quickly shucked his pajamas and lumbered onto the bed beside her, his huge stiff cock oozing eager fuck juices. He crawled between her long legs and wasted no time getting the head of his big dick in.
"Ahhhh!" he sighed, beginning to fuck her vigorously. "Delightful!"
Mavis responded with equal enthusiasm, winding her legs around his ass and forcing his cock deeper into her cum-flooded belly. She'd forgotten what a great prick the old guy had, big almost as Henry's. This was what she really needed, not all those midgets!
"Yeah, baby," she crooned, "go! Slam your old cock in there!"
It was in this position that Hilda found them.
She had already been to the Major's room, tapping softly on his door, waiting, tapping again. Thinking he might be asleep, she turned the knob quietly, opened the door, and tiptoed inside, only to find the room lit and the bed empty. She was horribly disappointed. Where could he be? Perhaps he was working late in his office. She had to find out. Leaving his room, she was about to make her way downstairs, when she heard fresh noises coming from Mavis's room. Really, didn't the woman ever sleep? Hilda listened more carefully, then froze. She heard Mavis's voice quite clearly-husky, insistent, excited, as she moaned, "Oh, yeah, honey, ball me! Hard! Yeah!" But then came another voice, an adult male rumbling and groaning, which seemed somehow very familiar. Trembling, Hilda knelt down, peered through the keyhole, and saw Major Beadle, naked, lying on top of Mavis, his cock pistoning, his hips working furiously, his ass bouncing, in the midst of an ecstatic fuck.
Hilda leaped to her feet and ran down the stairs, weeping and moaning as she went. This was too much! Why did that slut have everything? Hilda only wanted the Major, but Mavis had taken him, too. It just wasn't fair! Hardly noticing where she went, Hilda ran out the back door of the school and into the garden. It was a warm moonlit night, not at all unpleasant, though Hilda was oblivious to it. She ran into the shelter of the trees and sat down on a stone bench, gasping and sobbing. Her cunt was burning with need, and there was nothing she could do about it. Despairingly, she reached under her nightgown and began to rub her swollen labia, then suddenly froze with horror.
From the shadows a baritone voice said, "Good evening, Miss Green!"
CHAPTER SIX
Hilda wanted to die. This had to be the final humiliation. Whoever it was-he was off to one side, she couldn't see him-he had caught her with her nightgown pulled up, brazenly rubbing her genitals. The bright moonlight came down on her through an open patch in the trees; there was no disguising what she was doing. She snatched her hand away and tugged down her nightgown, but she knew it was too late. He had seen.
Something moved beside her, and Luther Braun, the German teacher, stepped into the little clearing. He was grinning wickedly, his plump little face wreathed with mischievous delight. "Ah, Miss Green," he leered, "sorry to have startled you! Clearly I should not have interrupted! There are some things we like to keep private, no?"
"Ohhhh, dear!" cried Hilda, bursting into tears and covering her face with her hands. Never in her life had she felt so embarrassed and humiliated. There was no use trying to explain or excuse herself, not after what he had seen.
"Now, now, Miss Green," murmured Herr Braun, sitting down beside her and patting her shoulder, "don't cry! I won't tell anyone what I saw! I'm a gentleman, I can assure you! Besides, what you were doing is not so awful. You are only human. We all do it, you know, when there is no other means of satisfying our needs. Please don't feel badly."
He offered a huge white handkerchief, and Hilda took it and wiped her eyes. Really, he was a very nice little man. She hadn't expected such understanding and sympathy. "Oh, Herr Braun," she cried, "I feel so humiliated! I don't know what to say!"
"Then say nothing," he answered, putting his chubby arm around her shoulders and pulling her against him in a paternal manner. "If you wish to cry, then cry. I understand." His voice was very soothing to Hilda. Luckily she could not see his face, which was full of impish glee. She wept softly against his shoulder, and he patted her and murmured comforting things, all the while thinking what a stroke of luck this was. Having caught her with her hand on her cunt, he was sure he could make her do whatever he wanted.
Luther Gustav Braun had had a very deprived childhood. Growing up in post-War Germany, he had never had enough to eat, never had decent clothes, and, worst of all in his mind, had never been able to attract women. He'd gotten out as soon as he could, immigrating to prosperous America and becoming a teacher. Only then had he begun to live. He quickly ate himself into moderate corpulence, dressed handsomely, and otherwise indulged himself to make up for his years of poverty. But something had gone amiss with his sexual development. Now that he at last had enough status and money to attract women, he found that he didn't want them, at least not in the traditional way. His miserable adolescence had been passed in an insane frenzy to fuck, and now he didn't want to fuck. He still wanted women, very much, but not for the customary purpose. His tastes had become so unusual that he could satisfy them only rarely, with certain special prostitutes. Hilda Green was indeed a stroke of luck for him. He shivered excitedly as he spoke to her.
"Now, Miss Green, really, I understand," he murmured. "We can be perfectly frank with each other. And perhaps I can help you."
"Help me?" Hilda raised her head and stared at him. "What do you mean?"
Herr Braun permitted himself a little chuckle. "Now, now, don't be modest. We both understand what it is that you need. You're a normal woman.
And I'm a man. Doesn't that suggest anything to you?"
Hilda blushed horribly. He was openly propositioning her, it was scandalous-and yet what could she say? She'd let herself in for it, sitting there frigging herself in the garden. She could hardly protest. And, she realized, she was still as horny as ever. Well, why not? If he was willing, why shouldn't she do it? It would be no worse than what she'd done with the Major that afternoon. Of course, Herr Braun wasn't nearly as attractive as Major Beadle, but he was a man, he had a cock, and a cock was what she desperately needed. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself-yet she knew that if he pressed her, she would not say no.
"Why, Herr Braun!" she giggled.
"Aha!" he cried gleefully. "So we agree? Good! Nobody around at this hour, we'll be quite safe here." And without further ado, Luther Braun unzipped his fly and drew out his semi-erect penis. Like the rest of him, it was short and fat, and it appeared pale white in the moonlight. He grinned as Hilda gawked down at it. He wiggled it at her. "Ah, yes, Miss Green," he said, "there it is, all for you. Wouldn't you like a taste?"
"Taste?" cried Hilda. She had no idea what he was talking about.
Luther Braun sighed. Obviously the woman was a spinster, a prude, with very limited experience. Perhaps she had never even fucked. Certainly she knew nothing about cocksucking, and if he suggested it, she'd be horrified. He'd have to warm her up before proceeding. Gently he said, "A little joke. Ignore it. Here, let's lie down, I'm dying to make love to you."
He stood up, took off his coat, and spread it on the grass. Hilda, acutely embarrassed but too horny to resist, allowed him to ease her down onto the coat and lift her nightgown up to her waist. She waited eagerly for him to scramble between her legs and fuck her, but instead he did something else, something that utterly shocked and horrified her. Spreading her legs wide, he poked his balding head between her thighs and began to lick loudly and hungrily at her juicy vulva.
"Herr Braun!" she shrieked. "No! That's unnatural, it's perverted! You mustn't!" She'd never heard of this practice before, but she sensed at once that it was wrong.
"Now, Miss Green," replied Braun, his voice slightly muffled, "please relax. There's nothing wrong with this, you will see."
Hilda continued to protest but could not dislodge little Herr Braun from between her legs. He seemed to cling like a leech, and all her squealing, pushing, pummeling, and kicking did no good. And all the while he went on licking, obscenely loud, at her fat rosy clit, the pink moist folds of her labia, and the hot dark mouth of her cunt. He made his tongue stiff and pointed, he worked very swiftly, and soon, in spite of her better instincts, Hilda was unable to ignore the marvelous sensations he was giving her. She began to weaken in her struggle, and before long she had given up entirely. Never in her life had she experienced such exquisite pleasure. Her puritanical upbringing had taught her that the greater the pleasure, the greater the sin, and she realized dimly that this must be a very great sin indeed. But she also felt she would die if he stopped.
"Ooooo, Herr Braun!" she moaned.
Luther Braun replied by tonguing her fat little clit even harder. He was no longer acting out of necessity, but simply for the fun of it. She was a very clean woman, he noted with satisfaction, with delicate and dainty parts, and her juices had a pleasant, faintly salty taste. He lapped hungrily all around the twitching, swelling bud of her clit, and Hilda writhed and squealed happily. Herr Braun smiled to himself: no woman could resist this particular form of lovemaking, which was most fortunate for him, because it was the only kind he liked.
"Ahhhhh!" wailed Hilda. "Yes, yes, lick me there, darling! Lick my cunt!"
Braun had insinuated his fat stiff tongue a little way into the steamy hole of her vagina and was teasing her with swift short strokes. He knew he could bring her off in another second or so, but he decided against it. With her lust gone, she would have no motivation to please him; he would not be able to make her do the thing he wanted so desperately. Just as she was arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders, on the brink of cumming, he rapidly withdrew and raised his head.
"Aha!" he cried. "You liked that, Miss Green, no? I will do it again soon, but now perhaps you will do something for me."
Hilda moaned with frustration. If only he had gone on tonguing her cunt for just a few seconds more, she would have cum. But he was right, she really ought to return the favor. "Of course," she stammered. "What do you want me to do?"
Herr Braun's eyes twinkled. His goal was nearly reached, and he was very excited. Quickly pulling off his pants and shorts, he approached Hilda, his short fat cock flopping white in the moonlight, limp and soft. He found it very difficult to achieve an erection, no matter how horny he was. There was only one way he could do it.
"Just lie still, dear Miss Green," he cooed, "and I will show you what I want done."
Hilda waited, wondering what he had in mind. Secretly she was very disappointed with the size of his penis; she desperately needed a huge one, like Major Beadle's. But of course she would not hurt the little man's feelings by telling him so. Then Braun straddled her chest and sat down, fortunately putting most of his weight on his knees, which were placed on either side of her shoulders. In this position, his short flabby cock grazed her lips, and his saggy little balls nestled against her chin. Hilda was horrified and turned her head to the side, feeling the dribbling cock juices smear her cheek.
"W-what are you doing?" she squeaked.
Almost tenderly, Braun took her head and made her face him, so that again his wormy little penis was resting on her lips. "I would like you to lick my cock, Miss Green," he said, "just as I licked your cunt. That's a fair exchange, is it not?"
Hilda felt nauseated, yet she could not deny his logic. What he had done for her, she should willingly do for him. It was all wrong, an evil and perverted thing, putting her tongue to a man's organ, and she shuddered at the thought, but as she had already allowed him-indeed, urged him-to do the same to her, she saw no way out of it. Shivering, disgusted, she nevertheless stuck out her slick pink tongue and very gingerly began to lick his small soft cock.
"Very good, Miss Green!" he sighed. "A little faster, if you please, and don't be so hesitant about it, it won't bite you."
Shuddering, wanting desperately to turn her head away, Hilda protruded her tongue even farther and began to lick his plump little prick more industriously. It flopped and flapped under her lashing. She could not help admitting that the task was not as distasteful as she had imagined. The skin of his penis was silky, soft, and warm, very pleasant to the touch, and the taste was delicately salty. He was not circumcised, and his prick ended in a sharp tip of white wrinkled flesh, just like the boys she had observed in Mavis's room. The thought of the little boy cocks brought back some of her enthusiasm: she imagined briefly that Braun was a boy, and she grew hot all over as she imagined licking an immature penis. Her tongue moved faster.
"Good!" squeaked Braun. "That's the idea! Now lick it right here."
He seized the limp organ so that only the wrinkly head emerged from his grasp, and this he presented to her wet hot tongue. Hilda obediently lashed and licked it, and in the bright moonlight she saw the loose folds of skin slowly creeping back to reveal a purplish-red nut underneath. Pearly drops of fluid oozed from a tiny dark hole at the top of the nut, and she discovered that she liked the taste. She poked the slick tip of her tongue into the little oozing hole and eagerly lapped up each droplet as it emerged, rolling it around in her mouth to savor the taste before swallowing it. This wicked experiment was making her wildly horny.
In the curl of his chubby fingers, Braun felt his cock stiffening and swelling. At last! He was getting a first-rate hard-on by the only method that worked, the only one that appealed to him. It was almost time for the final step, if only she wouldn't refuse! If only he could persuade her!
"Excellent, Miss Green!" he murmured. "Now, take it in your mouth!"
He let go of his cock, and it stood straight up, fat and swollen, pointing at the moon. Hilda gawked at it and felt a wave of disgust and nausea. Take it in her mouth? Never!
"Oh, no, Herr Braun!" she gasped. "That wouldn't be right!"
Braun controlled his urge to slap her face. American women, he had learned, did not appreciate storm-trooper tactics; they had to be persuaded, not forced. A pity. It would have been quicker to slap her half senseless, but she would hate him for it, and he would very probably want her services again sometime. Instead he said huskily, seductively, "Ah, but Miss Green, an exchange of favors, remember? You do this for me, and then I will lick your cunt again, lick it very pleasantly, until you cum. But if you won't do what I like, why should I do anything for you?"
Hilda moaned. She needed him very badly, but badly enough to do this horrible thing? She was torn between morals and physical need. But her decision was made when she thought of returning to her room unsatisfied, to toss and turn all night. Reluctantly she opened her mouth.
Braun gave a little squeal of triumph, seized his erect aching cock, and popped it into her mouth. The hot wetness, the velvety texture of her tongue and cheek linings, were delicious to him, and he snorted with pleasure, forcing his stiff tool all the way inside. It was short, she could take it all. As his oozing glans nudged the back of her throat, he sighed blissfully. At last, after a lapse of many months, he was enjoying the only form of sex that appealed to him.
"Ahhhh!" he sighed. "Perfect! Now, dear Miss Green, please suck it for me!"
Hilda gagged but obeyed. She had the thing in her mouth, it could hardly compound her sin if she sucked on it. Mechanically she worked her cheeks and tongue, applying a slow steady vacuum pressure to the fat cock that stuffed her mouth. She wondered why this funny little foreigner liked such a wicked thing. Obviously he was in ecstasy. In the moonlight she could see his face plainly above her, his mouth hanging open in a little grin of bliss, his nostrils flaring, his eyes closed as if to concentrate all his being on the pleasure she was giving him. His chubby fingers dug into her shoulders, and against her chin she felt his little hairy balls tightening and pulsing. As she sucked, he grew more and more excited, breathing harder and louder, and presently he began to work his hips, feeding his little stiff prick in and out of her juicy mouth with swift short strokes.
"Faster!" he groaned. "Suck it faster, harder! Please, be rough!"
What does it matter? thought Hilda. She would do what he wanted, and then, thank God, it would be her turn. She wriggled with delight as she thought of being fucked. Yes, poor funny little man, let him have his strange pleasure! She began to suck his cock greedily, very hard and fast, and although she feared to hurt him, he seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. His small testicles were hard as rocks now, swollen tight with stored-up sperm. It was only as she thought of this that Hilda realized what was about to happen. My God! She hadn't even considered it before, but he obviously wanted to cum in her mouth! She gagged and tried to push him away. She couldn't bear that, couldn't stomach the thought of getting a mouthful of his seed.
Braun sensed the cause of her sudden revulsion, but he was indifferent to it. He would not be cheated of his pleasure now. He seized her head and held it tight so that she could not turn away or spit out his cock. He fucked her mouth brutally, repeatedly jamming his fat swollen prick into her throat. It was even hotter and slicker back there, and it quickly triggered his orgasm. With a piercing howl, he shot his hot sticky cum, jet after jet, deep into her throat. He heard her muffled gagging, felt her throat muscles working to reject his cock, but it was too late, he couldn't stop then even if he wanted to. Anyway, to hell with her, the frigid bitch!
After what seemed an eternity to Hilda, he finally withdrew his limp, cum-dripping cock from her mouth and lay down on the grass beside her, panting and sighing happily. She wanted to vomit but managed to control her nausea. She swallowed the last of his cum and licked her lips. In fact the taste wasn't as bad as she'd expected, but it was the principle of the thing which bothered her. She felt it was evil and unnatural for a man to cum in a woman's mouth, and she was filled with disgust for Herr Luther Braun.
"Ahhhhh!" he sighed when he had caught his breath. "Lovely! Well done, Miss Green! And now I shall do the same for you."
A protest rose to her lips-she loathed this perverse man-but before she could say anything, he had dived between her legs and was busily licking her clit. It felt very nice, she didn't want him to stop, didn't want to return to her room still aching with horniness. Languidly, she lay there and let him do it. She felt his stiff little tongue tip darting into her thirsty cunt, probing, poking, stuffing-and quite suddenly she was jolted by a monstrous, delicious climax.
"AAAHHHHH!" she wailed.
Luther Braun emerged from between her legs, his mouth creamy and leering. "Pretty good, eh, Miss Green?" he chuckled. "We must do it again soon."
Hilda pushed him away and sprang to her feet. She would die before she let this slimy little creep touch her again! As she ran back to the school, Luther Braun sneered. He was sure he had her number. She was haughty and disdainful now, but soon she would be horny again, and then she would beg him to lick her cunt. And of course, in return, he would demand the one female service that satisfied him....
Hilda ran upstairs to her room, locked the door, and began to sob. Her whole experience at Hillcrest Academy seemed to be one huge dirty joke. She had come here to lead a better life, to take her mind off sex, and instead she had become more involved with sex than ever. She seemed to think of nothing else, to want nothing else. She had behaved disgracefully. It would probably be best if she resigned and left in the morning, even before finding another job. If she stayed, if she went on in this fashion, she would never be able to live with herself. But for now, the thing was to get some sleep.
Hilda began to undress, slowly and wearily. She tossed aside her bathrobe, kicked off her slippers, and was about to fall into bed, when she noticed that her nightgown was muddy and covered with grass stains. Well, she would have to change it. She began drawing it off over her head....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Unknown to Hilda, the wall between her room and the boys' dorm contained two fair-sized knotholes, a treasured secret among the boys. The holes afforded an excellent view of the housemother's bedroom. They had not been used much for the past year, since the housemother who preceded Hilda, one Miss Louise Wickersham, a frozen spinster of seventy, had been in the habit of turning off her light before undressing. There was nothing for the boys to see except Miss Wickersham reading her Bible and occasionally scratching herself, a sight which hardly justified hours of kneeling on the floor and straining their eyes at the knothole. It had been generally agreed that even if Miss Wickersham had left the light on while she undressed, there would have been little to see, since the poor woman was flat as a board, with no hips, no tits, and legs like toothpicks. And so gradually the knotholes had been forgotten. Tonight, however, a sudden inspiration had come to two of the boys, Sam and Marvin. Perhaps, they reasoned, the new housemother, Miss Green, would leave her lights on. Certainly she had a much better figure than Miss Wickersham-it would be well worth their while to wait and try for a glimpse of her while she undressed. Consequently Sam and Marvin had stationed themselves at the knotholes soon after lights-out, waiting patiently for Miss Green to show up.
Now their patience was being rewarded. After an hour's wait, after nearly giving up, they had seen her come in and begin to undress with the lights on.
"Jeez!" whispered Sam. "Look at the size of her tits!"
"Man, oh, man!" breathed Marvin. "They're even bigger than Mavis's!"
"Her snatch ain't so big, though," said Sam.
"Yeah, but I like it better," replied Marvin. He sniggered softly. "I'd sure like to touch it!"
"I'd like to play with those jugs of hers," tittered Sam. "I wonder if she'd let us?"
"Are you kidding? We'd be expelled!"
They went on bantering in this manner while they watched Hilda take off her nightgown, and at the same time, in the ancient ritual of peepers, they took out their cocks and began to pump them, intending to jack off. In their excitement, however, they neglected to whisper, their giggles, snickers, and comments becoming louder and louder.
Hilda put her soiled nightgown in the hamper and crossed the room to her dresser to get a clean one. Halfway there, however, she paused suddenly and strained her ears, then blushed all over. No doubt about it, she could hear youthful voices, very close by. Without giving away her discovery, she strolled idly around the room, as if lost in thought, trying to locate the source of the sound. After two trips around the room, she discovered it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the two knotholes-and two glistening eyes, one blue, one brown, peeping into her room. Swiftly, before the boys could react, she flung open the door to the dorm and caught them kneeling at their spy holes.
The boys paled and gawked at her. Hilda's first impulse was to grab them and box their ears, but on more careful consideration, she decided to do nothing which would wake the rest of the dorm. It wouldn't do at all to have twenty-eight boys wake up and see her standing naked in the doorway.
"All right, Sam and Marvin," she whispered angrily, "get into my room! I want to talk to you!"
Miserably, trembling with fear, the two little boys obeyed. They knew they were in for it, and they only prayed that she would let them off with a reprimand instead of having the Major expel them. Hillcrest Academy was just as boring as any other school during class time, but its extracurricular activities-especially those with Mavis-were unique, a feature the boys would not willingly sacrifice.
Hilda closed the door and faced the boys. She saw that they were terrified and contrite, and, to her amusement, she saw also that they had forgotten to hide the evidence of their jacking-off session. Two little white cocks protruded from pajama flies, stiff and eager. Hilda stifled a giggle. She also felt a strange excitement building up between her legs, but she tried to ignore it.
"Well," she said coldly, "I think you have some explaining to do. Were you spying on me last night as well?" She prayed not: they would have seen her frigging herself.
"Oh, no, Miss Green!" squeaked Sam. "This was the first time!"
She sighed with relief. "How many other boys know about those knotholes?"
The boys exchanged glances and blushed. "Just about everybody, I guess," confessed Marvin. "They've been there for ages."
"I see," said Hilda sternly. "Well, they'll just have to be boarded up, that's all. I'll tell Major Beadle about it in the morning. Right now, however, the question is how you should be punished."
The boys hung their heads. Hilda was glad, that way they couldn't see where she was looking. As she talked, she found she could not take her eyes off their stiff little pricks. The desire to touch them, to play with them, was almost more than she could bear. This was her chance. She had the boys in her power. After discovering them at the knotholes, she could make them do whatever she wanted. Of course it was wrong, dreadfully wrong, for a middle-aged woman to have sexual thoughts about young boys-these two could not be more than fourteen. Hilda began to rationalize. She only wanted to touch, she told herself, nothing more. Surely that was no big thing. Lust getting the better of her, she strode over to the two sheepish boys and seized Sam's hot little poker.
"Look at this!" she cried. The boys gawked at her, and she seized Marvin's small stiff cock also. "This shows what was on your minds when you spied on me," she went on, in pretended outrage. "You had your peters out, and you were playing with them. Isn't that true?"
The boys blushed to the roots of their hair. She had them, all right. There was no hiding a cock stand. "Yes, ma'am," stammered Marvin, "it's true. We're awful sorry, ain't we, Sam?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Sam quickly agreed.
"Sorry?" sneered Hilda. "I'll bet!"
She eyed them sternly, trying to hide her growing arousal and excitement. In her hands the stiff little pricks twitched and snuggled, hard as little bones, and very hot and silky. She squeezed them, and two little drops of scalding juice oozed out onto her palms. In response, her cunt contracted violently, and her own boiling juices trickled down her inner thighs. Unable to control her lust any longer, she dropped to her knees and opened her hands, so that both rosy little organs rested on her palms for easy inspection. She moved her face quite close to them, and her mouth started to water.
"Umm-hmm," she commented, "both stiff! You should be ashamed!" A sudden inspiration came to her. "Take off your pajamas! I'm afraid I'll have to spank you!"
She stood up, and the two boys hurriedly undressed. She gawked at their sweet rosy little balls, entirely hairless, clean, and pure. Her cunt screamed with need, and more steaming juices flooded out to trickle down her legs.
"Oh, please, Miss Green," cried Sam, "spank us if you want, but don't tell the Major! We don't want to be expelled from school!"
Hilda felt very sorry for the boys and regretted that she had frightened them. She said sternly, "Well, I'll consider it. Perhaps the spanking will be enough, since this is your first offense."
Sam and Marvin exchanged quick glances, their thoughts blending perfectly: they would willingly undergo whatever punishment Miss Green gave them, so long as she didn't report them to Major Beadle. And they were lucky she thought it was their "first offense," that she hadn't caught them with Mavis!
As a matter-of-fact, however, Hilda was thinking of Mavis at that very moment. Mavis had had these handsome little boys all to herself, but now it was Hilda's turn! She felt gleeful and triumphant. But she didn't let it show on her face-she must not let the boys know how much she was enjoying herself. She couldn't bear the shame if they found out.
"All right, Sam," she barked, "you first! Get over to the bed!"
Meekly Sam obeyed. He was tough enough to take a spanking from a woman without bawling, but he decided to cry and whine a lot so she'd feel he had been sufficiently punished and that it was unnecessary to report him to the Major. Behind her back, he winked at Marvin, indicating the coming sham. Marvin winked back, somewhat dismally.
Hilda sat down on the edge of the bed and drew Sam toward her. "Over my lap!" she commanded. Sam obediently bent over, noting with some glee that his ribs brushed her dark mat of pussy fur and that the rigid nipples of her huge tits grazed his back. As his warm little body sank onto her lap, Hilda almost gasped aloud with delight. She pulled him farther onto her lap, so that his stiff little cock rubbed her thigh, and her pussy juices gushed out to pool on the bed. Licking her lips feverishly, she stroked his tight little buttocks, letting the tips of her fingers graze the pink pucker of his small anal mouth. Then as she raised her hand to deliver the first blow, she noticed that the other boy, Marvin, was staring bug-eyed at her big breasts.
Angrily she cupped her huge tits and pointed them at the gawking boy. "Is this what you're staring at?" she snapped. "Well, don't strain your eyes! Come over here where you can see better!"
Blushing but eager, Marvin trotted over to the bedside and gazed down at her enormous red-nippled jugs. He was dying to touch them. Eerily, she guessed his wish and snapped at him, "Well, go ahead, get it out of your system!"
Hardly believing his good fortune, Marvin timidly put out his hand and stroked the huge milky globes. The skin was hot and smooth, very exciting to touch.
He gave one of the nipples a gentle rub and found it bumpy and stiff. Hilda stifled a gasp of pleasure. As Marvin went on exploring her tits, she found that her hands took on a life of their own, caressing Sam's tight little ass, working between his legs to cup and rub his tiny fat balls. She wriggled the tip of her little finger into his tight anus, and Sam gave a piercing squeal of surprise and pleasure. She began to pump her finger gently in and out of his asshole, and with her other hand she reached out and cupped Marvin's hot rosy balls, tenderly but teasingly palpitating them. Marvin's eyes rolled, and a little smile of ecstasy appeared on his freckled face.
Hilda lost her senses completely. She could no longer keep up her pretense of anger and vengeance. In a husky, horny voice, she said, "Come here, boys. Come onto the bed with me."
She lifted Sam off her lap and rolled to the center of the bed, flashing them a look of feverish invitation. Again the boys exchanged wordless glances. They wondered what the hell was going on. One minute Miss Green had been ready to spank them, and now she was quite friendly and pleasant. They didn't understand what she wanted of them, but anything was better than being punished. Shrugging at each other, they climbed onto the bed beside the voluptuously curved older woman. She grinned and seemed very excited about something.
"Lie down on your backs, please," she said huskily, "very close together."
The boys obeyed, completely puzzled, and Hilda crawled over to them, her enormous tits swaying and bouncing. She bent over the supine boys and admired their tiny cocks, which were pointing straight at the ceiling and oozing white droplets. With a moan of lust, she dipped her head and licked up the cream from both little pricks, swallowing it eagerly. It tasted much nicer than Luther Braun's strong-flavored adult cum. And she liked their pricks a lot better than his, too. It had been disgusting, horrible, to suck his ugly old cock, but she felt no repugnance at all about doing the same for these two clean young boys. Their hairless pink genitals seemed clean and pure and handsome to her. Her mouth watered heavily.
With a howl of unrestrained lust, she suddenly seized Marvin by the waist and lifted him high in the air. She flopped down on her back and placed the boy so that he straddled her chest, just as Luther Braun had done. His adorable little penis poked her lips, and she shot out her tongue and licked away its juices.
"Put your cock in my mouth, darling," she moaned. "I want you to fuck my mouth."
Marvin's eyes widened in astonishment. He'd never heard of that practice before. Sometimes, rarely, Mavis would lick a guy's peter to make it stiff, but she'd never gone this far. Marvin was a little frightened, but he quickly reasoned that sticking his prick in her mouth was better than being spanked. Obediently, he seized his stiff little dick and popped it between her lips.
Instantly he was glad. It was hot in there, juicy and silky and nice, much tighter than Mavis's enormous cunt. Miss Green drew in her cheeks sharply and wrapped her snaky tongue around his cock, squeezing and sucking it in a way that made him go hot and horny all over. She smiled at him and began sucking his cock very fast and hard and loudly. It felt great!
"Oh, wow, yeah!" cried Marvin. "Do it! Do it!"
Hilda sucked blissfully, loving the pressure and firmness of his little penis between her cheeks. It didn't gag her like Braun's adult model, and it tasted much nicer. She had a feeling that his cum would taste wonderful, too, and she eagerly awaited his orgasm, sucking him greedily. Marvin squealed and sighed and pumped his hips, his fat little balls smacking her chin.
Meanwhile Sam was feeling a little left out. At first he'd been astonished and delighted at what Miss Green was doing to his friend. Shit, Mavis never did anything half as exciting as that! But quickly he grew envious. How come Marvin was having all the fun? Well, he didn't intend to just sit there and watch-he was going to have some fun, too! He scrambled between Miss Green's long legs and began to explore.
Hilda felt Sam's hot breath on her vulva, and she felt no impulse to stop whatever it was he intended. The more the merrier. Besides, she couldn't bear to let Marvin's sweet little prick out of her mouth, not then. Then she felt small fingers diddling with her clit, poking mischievously into her cunt, rubbing the bumpy surface of her anus, and she writhed with pleasure. Yes, let Sam do whatever he wanted down there!
At his end of the action, Sam was equally pleased. Mavis was always in such a hurry about things, she never let a guy explore. At last he had a chance to get a good, leisurely look at all these mysterious female parts. He liked Miss Green's dainty, soft patch of pussy fur much better than Mavis's gross dark jungle, and he found her clit smaller and nicer, too. But what chiefly interested him was her cunt. Mavis's was so big, he sometimes felt lost in it and found it hard to achieve enough friction. He hoped, he prayed, that Miss Green's pussy would be tighter-and it was, a nice, snug, hot, juicy little cock hole. It gripped and tugged his exploring finger. He just had to have a shot at it with his dick. Deciding to risk her anger, he snuggled closer between her soft white thighs and eagerly poked his tiny stiff dick into the dark slitted cuntal mouth of her soft buttery vagina.
Hilda almost swallowed Marvin's cock. The sudden stiff entrance of Sam's prick into her thirsty cunt was so powerful a pleasure that she wanted to shriek her encouragement. But she quickly found that it would not be necessary. She could go right on with her cocksucking-Sam was doing just what she wanted, balling her furiously, his fat little organ butting the sensitive tissues of her needy cunt, wringing jolt after jolt of pleasure from her. She was getting boy cock at both ends and loving every second of it. She felt she had never been so happy in her whole life. She didn't think of the consequences, of the inevitable guilt and shame that would follow. She thought only of the two adorable little pricks working busily in her mouth and cunt.
"Aw, jeez, I'm gonna shoot!" yelped Marvin.
He'd hardly spoken when Hilda felt a tiny jet of scalding liquid at the back of her throat, hardly enough to satisfy her craving, but delicious. Eagerly she gulped it down, sucking his shrinking prick almost brutally to milk it of its last drops. Then as Marvin collapsed in her arms, she felt her own climax shaking her body, induced by the speedy pumping of Sam's small hard tool.
"Ohhhh, YES!" she wailed. "Yes, Sam, fuck me hard, I'm cumming! Ahhhh!"
Sam was so excited by her enthusiastic response that he instantly shot his load, too, a fierce, hot, but meager eruption. He collapsed on her heaving belly and moaned happily while her cunt muscles milked his little prick and balls dry.
Woman and boys lay silent, flushed, and drowsy for a while, until Hilda happened to glance at the bedside clock. It was after eleven.
"Oh, goodness, boys, look at the time!" she cried. "You'd better get back to the dorm. I've kept you up far too late."
Reluctantly the two boys roused themselves and put on their pajamas. Hilda watched them dreamily, admiring their slim young bodies. She knew she ought to say something about their spying and their punishment, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was far too fond of them just now. Ah, well, it could wait till tomorrow.
"Good night, boys," she said and sighed.
"Good night, Miss Green," they politely chorused.
As soon as they were out of the room, Sam and Marvin began comparing notes in excited whispers. They were incredulous and delighted. What a break! Far from being punished for spying on Miss Green, they had been rewarded with totally unexpected pleasures.
"Shit, man," sighed Marvin, "we gotta go back tomorrow night! Get her to suck your cock-it's the greatest, a lot better than fucking!"
"I'm sure gonna try," Sam agreed wistfully. "But it was pretty great fucking her, too. Her cunt's a lot tighter than Mavis's."
"Hell, everything about her is better than Mavis!" declared Marvin. "She didn't even ask for money!"
"Hey, will you guys shut up?" somebody called from the blackness of the dorm. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"Where were you, anyhow?" one of the older boys asked.
"Out to the can," said Marvin. He and Sam weren't going to share their delightful discovery with anybody....
When the boys had left, Hilda sighed loudly and got under the covers and switched out the light. It had been an incredible day. She knew she would feel unbearably guilty about it in the morning, but right then she could only wonder at it. Twenty-five years without a man, and then suddenly, in one day, she'd had two men and two boys! Her body hummed with pleasure and satisfaction. She realized how wrong she'd been to deny herself all these years. She was inescapably female, and her fuck equipment was made to be used and used often. If only she had a man of her own, a husband or a lover, to keep her satisfied! Then she wouldn't have to do all these awful things when lust overpowered her. But how, at her age, could she attract anyone? She began to fret about it, but, fortunately, fell asleep....
In the dorm, Marvin and Sam and all the other boys were asleep, too, many of them dreaming happily of tits and asses and cunts and endless humping, many of them sighing and cumming in their sleep.
In her rumpled bed, Mavis slept soundly, exhausted by an evening of fucking, dreaming about a man with the biggest cock in the world. In the fulfillment of her most cherished fantasy, he married her and took her away from her crummy job, and they made love after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then again at bedtime.
Luther Braun was asleep, too, dreaming again and again of his encounter with Hilda, but in the dream she sucked his cock greedily and gladly, not with repugnance. And in the next room, Ralph Webster, the shy balding teacher of English and history, was dreaming that the voluptuous-looking new housemother was in his bed, eagerly stroking his cock and inviting him to make love to her.
Only Major Beadle remained awake. There were several things on his mind. The first was that, much as he liked Mavis and valued her good humor and readiness to fuck, he was getting tired of her. The girl was a nymphomaniac, hornier than a bunny, always doing it, so that her cunt was stretched and widened through too frequent use, hardly exciting any more. He would never fire her, they all liked her too much, and she did her work well. But he needed another woman.
The other thing uppermost in his mind was Hilda. She was the woman he wanted, she was new and exciting and her cunt was infinitely tighter than Mavis's. But could she be persuaded to become his mistress? The woman was such a prude, so afraid of sex, that he feared it would be a long struggle, perhaps a hopeless endeavor, to change her attitude. Nevertheless, it was worth a try. He'd start tomorrow, buttering her up, flattering her, seducing her. Hell, he might even pretend he was in love with her, and interested in marriage. The Major chuckled to himself. Anything to get her ass into bed....
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning, the instant Hilda woke up, she groaned as she remembered her extraordinary activities of the last twenty-four hours. To her bewildered mind, it seemed almost as if she had given herself to everyone in the school. Fortunately she had little time to feel guilty for the next hour, she was so busy getting the boys out of bed and off to breakfast, then cleaning the dorm. After that she considered her position: should she leave Hillcrest Academy at once? Or would it be wiser to look for another job first?
After a short debate, she decided on the latter course. No telling when she might be able to get another job, and she did not have much money saved up. After she finished her cleaning, Hilda went out for a while and put herself on the list at the unemployment agency. Then she had only to wait. As soon as another job turned up, she would leave Hillcrest and its ugly associations. In the meantime, however, there was the problem of how to face the men and boys she had cavorted with.
Returning from the unemployment agency, she happened to pass Luther Braun in the hallway of the school, and he leered wickedly at her. The humiliation was awful. Hilda imagined that the Major considered her a whore, and that the two boys, Sam and Marvin, had whispered the story of their escapade to the whole school. She was miserable.
Accordingly, right after dinner, Hilda locked herself in her room and tried to read. No more patroling the halls, no more exposure to temptation! The only way she could live with herself was to stay clean for the rest of her time at Hillcrest. She found it hard, however, to concentrate on her book, and by the time she went to the dorm to get the boys to bed, she had read only a few pages and could not have told you their contents.
About half an hour after lights-out, there was a faint tapping at her door. At first Hilda wasn't even sure it was happening, but when it persisted, she got out of bed to investigate. Opening the door, she found her two young friends of the previous night, Sam and Marvin. She blushed hideously.
"What do you want?" she whispered, fearing the other boys might be wakened.
Sam and Marvin exchanged grins. "We just wanted to see you again, Miss Green," Sam said sweetly. "I guess you know what I mean."
If it was possible to blush any deeper, Hilda did. "Boys," she whispered frantically, "the answer is definitely no! You must forget all about last night!"
They looked crushed, and Marvin said quite loudly, "Aw, Miss Green-"
Hilda saw that there was going to be a scene, and rather than wake the whole dorm, she motioned the two boys inside. "Oh, all right, come in. We'll talk about it. But the answer is still no."
She closed the door and walked across the room, putting plenty of distance between herself and the boys. She found that as she looked at them in their pajamas, sensuous memories came to her, and she grew excited. She could not let it happen again! Surely she had enough self control to resist the advances of two horny adolescent boys! Or did she? Hilda decided not to take any chances.
"Now, boys," she said sternly, "you must understand that I was not myself last night. It was a terrible thing we did, and it must not be repeated. I brought you in here only so you wouldn't wake the others, not to encourage you. We must all forget what happened. I certainly intend to." That was a lie, and she knew it. She would never forget what she'd done with those boys!
"Aw," said Sam disgustedly, "you act like it was some big crime! It wasn't, it was fun! Come on, let's do it again. We won't tell anybody, so how can it hurt us?"
"No!" cried Hilda. "How can I make you understand? What we did was evil, and we must never do it again!"
But Sam's words had given Marvin an idea. "Listen, Miss Green," he said menacingly, "we haven't told anybody yet. But if you're gonna act this way, we won't have any choice, will we, Sam?" He winked at his friend. "We'll just have to tell all the other boys, and sooner or later somebody'll tell the Major."
"That's right," said Sam, catching on quickly. "If you don't do what we want, we'll tell the whole school. We'll probably get expelled, but I bet things will be worse for you."
"Oh, God," moaned Hilda.
She saw no way out of the dilemma. Either she could continue her sinful activities with Sam and Marvin, or she could be shamed before the whole school. Major Beadle might even take legal action against her for seducing minors, and then the whole world would know of her shame. She was in an agony of indecision.
Marvin and Sam took advantage of her confusion. After a quick, whispered conference, they slipped out of their pajamas and approached her, grinning. Hilda gawked at them. Helplessly her eyes strayed to their tiny flopping white pricks, and she felt an answering warmth stirring in her cunt. After all, if she had to make a choice, this one was far more pleasant....
"Come on, Miss Green, it's gonna be lots of fun!" She didn't even know which boy spoke. She only knew that small eager hands were exploring her body, pulling off her nightgown. Dizzy with confusion and lust, she soon found herself standing naked before the two grinning boys. Sam dived for her small dark puff of mons fur and buried his face in it, while Marvin began fondling her huge breasts. Hilda moaned and sank back on the bed, making the boys' efforts much easier. Her legs hung over the side, and Sam parted them for easier access to her cunt. Marvin jumped up on the bed beside her and straddled her belly in order to play with her tits. In spite of all her inhibitions and resistance, Hilda felt her cunt growing hot and eager.
"Oh, boys, please!" she moaned. "This just isn't right!"
There was no answer but giggles and snickers. She felt Sam's eager fingers exploring her clit, labia, and cunt, probing and stroking and rubbing in a fluttery, teasing manner that made her wild with desire. Marvin cupped and jiggled her enormous tits, then began to rub and gently tweak her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She knew she was defeated, that her body had made the decision for her-and with a sigh of anticipation, she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to whatever might happen.
"Oh, man!" breathed Marvin. "I'm gonna stick my peter in her mouth! That was really great!"
"Hey, hold on a minute!" squeaked Sam. "You got to do that last time! It's my turn!"
"Shit!" muttered Marvin. "Aw, okay. But next time-"
"Yeah, yeah," Sam agreed hurriedly, "But move over."
Reluctantly Marvin surrendered his place, and Sam climbed onto the bed and straddled Hilda's chest. She opened her eyes and saw his floppy little penis, white and limp, dangling rather forlornly a few inches from her mouth. His rosy wrinkled balls were equally limp as they grazed her chin. Something prompted her to reach up and cup the soft little pink bags. They were very hot to her touch, and Sam sighed delightedly as her palms enclosed them. Briefly she squeezed and tickled the limp little sacs, feeling the solid inner core, and then lust drove her to explore further. Hardly knowing what she did, she reached between his slim legs and found the tight pucker of his anus, then wriggled the tip of her little finger inside. The lining was silky, moist, and very hot.
"Ahhhh!" sighed Sam. "Gee, that feels good, Miss Green! Keep doin' it!"
Growing lustier by the second, Hilda wriggled her finger farther into the boy's asshole, marveling at its tightness and heat. Sam's face contorted in a grimace of pleasure, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on the delicious sensation of being reamed. She slid her finger in all the way, and he gave a yelp of delight. Then, to their mutual astonishment, his small prick rose slowly into complete stiffness and his little pink balls swelled up tight and fat. With her free hand, Hilda reached out and grasped the stretched pale foreskin of his penis, teased it back in a few swift strokes, and uncovered the bright red glans. A tiny drop of lubricating fluid oozed from the little dark hole, and she shot out her hot tongue and lapped it up. Sam shivered with delight.
"Suck my cock now," he moaned, "just like you did Marvin's!"
By this time Hilda was more than willing, and she opened her mouth to suck in his stiff little organ. At the same time she began pumping her finger in his tight asshole-which had a surprising effect. Sam wiggled and moaned as she pumped, and suddenly his tiny cock shot its load, a glistening white spray that splattered her face.
"Ahhhhh!" wailed Sam.
Hilda licked her lips hungrily, lapping up as much of his hot sticky boy cum as possible, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. Desperately she seized his tight little buttocks and pulled him forward, seizing his limp cock between her lips and drawing it into the moist heat of her mouth. She began sucking his prick vigorously, and Sam squealed with delight. In a matter of seconds the excited boy had a hard-on again.
Meanwhile Marvin had not been idle. Envious of the attention Sam was getting, he nevertheless made the most of his opportunities, exploring Hilda's mysterious female parts at his leisure. He found himself especially fascinated with the bright pink button of her clit, hiding coyly between the soft-furred lips of her mons. Tentatively he nudged the small bump of flesh with his finger and saw it quiver and stiffen. Bolder, he seized it between his fingers and massaged it. Hilda shivered delightedly even as she sucked Sam's cock. Hardly knowing what possessed him, Marvin leaned down, stuck out his tongue, and licked the slick little shaft. He saw a flood of hot white cunt juice spurt from Hilda's vagina, and although he had little idea of its meaning, he sensed that he was exciting her. He planted his mouth on her clit, sucked vigorously, and heard her moan....
While all this was going on, Major Beadle paced his bedroom in irritation and horniness. At his age, he mused, a man ought to be past this kind of thing, and, after all, he'd been laid twice yesterday-yet here he was, ready to go again, his cock hard and aching, tenting his pajamas. But where to put it? Next door, Mavis was busy with a gang of visiting boys and probably wouldn't be free for another hour. Besides, he did not look forward to fucking Mavis; given the size of her cock-stretched, much-used cunt, it was not a thrilling prospect. He wanted Hilda Green, wanted the hot tightness of her little-used vagina. But would Hilda Green want him? He doubted it. The woman was prudish and cold, would probably put up a terrible fuss.
Finally, however, he resolved to have her even if she fought him. He had to have her! He could threaten her with that mythical tape recording, make her submit. Yes, that was the only thing to do. Major Beadle put on his bathrobe and snuck down the hall to Hilda's room. He was just raising his hand to knock, when he heard peculiar noises on the other side of the door-panting, moaning, sucking. What the hell? He knelt and peered through the keyhole, and his eyes widened in astonishment.
"I'll be damned!" he muttered, a grin slowly spreading over his craggy face.
What the Major saw was Hilda lying naked, half on and half off her bed, hungrily sucking Sam's cock while Marvin loudly licked her clit. She wasn't being forced, that was obvious: her eyes glowed, her big breasts were stiff with arousal, her voluptuous body was mottled with an unmistakable flush of desire, and even with her mouth full of cock, her moans could be heard distinctly.
"I'll be damned!" the Major repeated. He certainly hadn't been prepared for this. He wondered how on earth those two kids had been able to talk her into it. He knew she was a bundle of frustrated sexual tension, but he'd never expected her to release it in such a bizarre and dangerous manner. Being a practical man, however, as soon as his astonishment was passed, the Major concluded that it was all to his advantage. Indeed, it was a marvelous stroke of luck. If he burst in on her now, catching her in this compromising act, she'd have to do anything he wanted. He rubbed his hands together gleefully. To make absolutely sure of his power, however, he decided to wait a few minutes longer. The more he saw, the better-for then, the more he could accuse her of....
Even as she sucked Sam's wonderfully stiff little prick, Hilda hungered for more sensation. She especially wanted some action in her cunt-Marvin's furious licking of her sensitive clit was driving her wild, and she needed to be fucked in the worst way. Soon she could stand it no longer. Briefly spitting out Sam's cock, she wailed, "Marvin, fuck me, please! Put your cock in my cunt!"
Marvin raised his head and gawked at her for a moment, then grinned. He was more than willing to obey! His naughty exploration of Hilda's genitals had made him powerfully excited, and his small prick was erect, tingling, aching for action. He stood up and seized it, poked it into her dripping hole.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried. "Yeah! Jeez, Sam, you were right! It's a lot tighter than Mavis's pussy. Oh, yeah! Ahhh!"
Marvin began to hump away, delighting in the tightness, the fierce heat, and the juicy slickness of Hilda's little-used but needy cunt. He whinnied his pleasure and dug the hard tip of his immature cock into the pulp of her vaginal walls. But Hilda was not satisfied. The kid was fast, he stroked hard and brutally, just the way she wanted his cock-but, damn it all, his dick just wasn't big enough! In her frantic lust, she needed a much thicker, longer cock than a fourteen-year-old boy could provide. His small cock, though very hard and swift, was maddeningly insufficient. But what could she do? A wicked, crazy idea came to her. Ashamed of herself, but too desperate to resist, she again spat out Sam's swelling little prick.
"Sam," she gasped, "you fuck me, too! There's room for both of your cocks. Hurry, please!"
Sam gaped at her for a second, doubting her sanity, then shrugged and climbed off her. It was worth trying, and it sounded like a lot of fun. He grinned at Marvin and wriggled in beside him as Hilda obligingly spread her long legs as wide as possible. Sam seized his half grown penis-now red and flushed from her greedy sucking, and eased it into her gaping cuntal mouth alongside his friend's deeply lodged tool. They both laughed.
"You said it!" Sam giggled. "How're we gonna work this?"
"Move together," suggested Marvin. "Ready?"
Sam nodded, and they began to pump their side by side cocks in Hilda's steaming, receptive cunt. She gave a loud moan of pleasure. At last she had what she needed, a brutal stretching and stuffing of her famished pussy. Floods of cunt juice testified to her satisfaction, and she clawed the bedspread and wailed as the two boys fucked her brutally, without restraint.
"OHHHHH!" she shrieked. "Yes, it's wonderful! Yes, YES!"
Sam and Marvin exchanged proud smiles, thrilled that they could send the frosty Miss Green into such uninhibited joy merely by the action of their growing cocks. They pumped harder, working up a sweat, their ever harder pricks rubbing together to increase the delicious friction, their swollen little balls banging and slapping loudly against her ass.
"Oh, shit!" gasped Sam. "Mavis would never let us do anything like this!"
Hilda writhed and gurgled in her pleasure....
Still kneeling at the keyhole, Major Beadle licked his lips and helplessly reached inside his pajamas to rub his swelling penis. He didn't intend to jack off, however-He was saving his load for Hilda. He'd be kind-he'd let her and the kids climax, and then he'd burst into the room and get his. By God, that frigid bitch wouldn't dare hold out on him now! Not after what he could describe! He'd ream her good, tonight and every night from now on. And unless she wanted to go to jail for corrupting minors, there wouldn't be a damned thing she could do about it. He grinned evilly.
"Ohhhhh!" wailed Hilda, her eyes rolling wildly. "You're making me cum, you darlings! AAAGGGHHHH!"
The two boys felt their deeply buried cocks gripped and milked by the violent contractions of her cunt as wave after wave of powerful orgasm swept over her.
"I'm shooting!" shrieked Sam. "Ahhhhh!"
"Me, too!" shrilled Marvin. "Oh, God, ohhhhh!"
Hilda felt her cunt inundated by hot streaks of boyish cum, quickly sucked in by her convulsing womb. She panted and moaned as she felt the two little pricks going limp and soft inside her, then slipping out. Immediately she was terribly ashamed of herself, but she said nothing. It would serve no purpose. And the boys were so obviously proud of their work-she could tell by their grins-that she couldn't bear to spoil their pleasure.
Then they all three started violently as the door flew open and Major Beadle stalked into the room, his face flushed and outraged.
"Oh, God, no!" wailed Hilda. She could hardly invent any excuses, not with her legs spread wide, her cunt dripping boyish cum, and Sam and Marvin still standing in position, their limp little cocks shiny with her womanfuck juices.
"Oh, yes!" fumed the Major in pretended fury. "I happened to be passing by, heard what was going on, and had a look through the keyhole. I saw everything. I must say, Miss Green, I'm shocked. Indeed, that's putting it mildly. There's going to be some action taken about this, I can tell you. It's expulsion for you two-" He glared at the pale, quaking boys "-and as for you, Miss Green ... Well, I'll let the police decide just what should be done with you."
Sam and Marvin burst into tears, and Hilda felt very much like following their example. But she struggled to salvage the situation. "Please, Major," she begged, "don't punish the boys! It wasn't their fault! I-I seduced them into it. It would be unfair to punish them when it was all my doing." Seeing him glare at her unmoved, she added hastily, "Please, Major Beadle! If you spare the boys, I'll-I'll do anything you say!"
That was what the Major had been waiting for. Barely able to retain his scowl, he replied icily, "Very well, Miss Green, since you take full responsibility for this outrage, I'll let them off." He turned to the two boys with a glare that made them turn white. "I want it fully understood that this is never to happen again," he growled at them. "The slightest misdemeanor from either of you, and you'll be expelled at once. Is that clear?"
Marvin and Sam struggled against the impulse to kick his shins and otherwise express their hatred. He had spoiled the fun for good, and he was going to take it all out on Miss Green, who was bravely taking the rap for them. At that very minute, behind the Major's back, she was looking anxiously at them and signaling them to be quiet and obedient. Chivalry urged them to attack the Major and defend Hilda. But further consideration of their own welfare decided them against it.
"Yes, sir," they chorused meekly.
"Then bugger off," snapped the Major. "And not a word to anyone, ever, or you're in big trouble."
The two boys gathered up their pajamas and left the room. No sooner had they closed the door behind them, however, than they held a whispered conference.
"Let's watch and see what happens!" said Sam. "If he's too rough on her, we just have to help."
"Right," said Marvin manfully. "Even if it means getting expelled."
They hurried to the knotholes.....
CHAPTER NINE
Hilda wasn't thinking about the knotholes or about Sam and Marvin. She was praying that the Major could be persuaded not to call in the police. That would be the end of her, she simply couldn't stand the humiliation of being arrested as a sex offender. She waited tensely for the Major to announce his plans. He was still glowering at her, and his very mustache seemed to bristle with indignation as he stood before her, hands on hips.
"Well, Miss Green," he sneered, "let's just consider what we have here. Quite a list of offenses, I believe. God knows what was going on before I happened along, but during my stay at the keyhole, I saw plenty. Fellatio, for instance-I saw you sucking that boy's penis. Then you let them both fuck you-my God, one at a time wasn't enough for you! You had to have them both at once! I can't find words to express my horror."
Hilda began to sob. "Oh, please, Major, I know it's awful! I don't deny it! I don't deny anything you say! But don't call in the police! I couldn't stand the shame!"
"'Shame!' " He laughed bitterly. "And to think that yesterday you wanted me to have Mavis arrested! I'm disgusted, Miss Green, deeply disgusted! I-"
Hilda didn't hear what else he said. Her attention was distracted by a startling discovery. All the while the Major stood before her and ranted, all the while he lectured her and threatened exposure-his crotch was bulging, almost splitting with an enormous erection. At first Hilda was shocked. Then, for some reason, she wanted to giggle. What a hypocrite the man was! Even while professing indignation and horror, he was obviously turned on by the whole situation. Hilda stopped sobbing, but she remained meek and silent, knowing now that there was a way to save herself if she just grabbed the opportunity in the right way. Meanwhile the Major was rumbling to the end of his lecture on morality.
"And so, Miss Green," he concluded with a wag of his finger, "in view of what I've witnessed, in view of your incredible depravity, I believe I have no choice but to turn you over to the proper authorities."
"Bullshit," said Hilda.
They both gawked. Major Beadle surprised by her defiance, Hilda astonished by her own vocabulary. That vulgar word had never reached her lips before. However, she decided, it suited the situation. Boldly she stood up, marched over to him, and jabbed his tented crotch with her finger.
"Is that evidence of your opinion?" she sneered.
Major Beadle couldn't help grinning. The old girl had his number, all right.
"Well, well, Miss Green," he chuckled, "looks as if you've found me out! As you so correctly remark, my show of outrage was bullshit. I had something else in mind, of course. Let me make the situation quite clear to you." He reached out, leering, and cupped her big quivering tits, molding them sensuously in his rough hands. Hilda blushed but did not move away. She refused to be intimidated by him again. "You see, my dear," he went on, his voice husky now, "I still have the goods on you. Not only that tape recording I made when we fucked in my office, but now I've witnessed your antics with the young students. You, however, have nothing on me. I'm afraid I hold all the winning cards. And naturally I'm going to take advantage of that situation. You'll do whatever I want, whenever I ask you to. You understand what I mean, don't you?" For added emphasis, he rubbed her nipples briskly with his thumbs.
Hilda blushed deeply and nodded. It was only what she had expected. It was awful, it was humiliating, but being his mistress was nevertheless a thousand times better than going to jail as a pervert.
"Good," purred the Major. "We'll start right now. Down on your knees!"
Trembling, Hilda obeyed, and the Major grinned triumphantly and let his robe slip off. He pulled his pajama tops off over his head, leaving his sandy hair rumpled, then leered down at the kneeling Hilda.
"Take them off," he commanded.
With a little sob, Hilda, blushing and quivering, pulled down his pajama bottoms and flung them aside as he stepped out of them. His enormous erect penis wagged and swayed lewdly before her eyes.
"Now take it in your hands," he hissed. "Play with it, like you did with that boy."
Hilda gawked at the monstrous thing. It loomed large and angry red before her, the foreskin drawn back by the force of his erection, the purplish glans revealed, oozing a thick drop of cream. His big balls bristled with black hair. It all seemed menacing and ugly to her, a far different thing from the pretty, pink, naked parts of Sam and Marvin. Still, she had no choice. Sobbing, she took Major Beadle's engorged cock in her hands and began to pet and fondle the hot heavy manfuck meat....
Kneeling at the knotholes, Sam and Marvin gawked in utter disbelief, their mouths hanging open. At first they'd been amused when Miss Green got off the bed, stalked up to the Major, and jabbed a finger against his crotch, revealing his true state of mind. The hypocritical old fart! He deserved her mockery. Then they'd been powerfully relieved when they understood that the Major had no intention of bringing in the cops, that what he really wanted was to make it with Miss Green. Now, however, they were simply agog at the sight of his erect penis, the first adult cock they'd ever seen.
"Jesus Christ!" hissed Marvin. "Will you look at the size of his dong?"
"I know, I know!" gasped Sam. "Holy shit! I didn't know they got that big!" He gawked for a moment, then added wistfully, "I sure hope mine grows some more."
"Yeah," agreed Marvin. Then he sniggered. "I wonder if Miss Green'll like it?"
"Jeez, I dunno," said Sam. "Looks like it'd be way too big for her. If he hurts her, I'm going in there and punch him."
"Me, too!" promised Marvin. "But," he added hastily, "only if it looks like she needs help. I'd really dig seeing her do it with the Major."
"Right on," sighed Sam.....
Hilda felt the red-hot penis pulsing in her hand as she stroked it. It lay heavy on her palm, ugly and threatening. Now that she knew the real extent of the Major's depravity, his cynical disregard for morality, she no longer felt attracted to him; indeed, she despised him. But she could not allow her feelings to have any outward manifestation. This man could ruin her; she must never hesitate to do exactly as he wished.
"Lick it!" he commanded, snorting in his excitement.
Hilda shuddered but obeyed, bringing out her hot red tongue and swishing it quickly, wetly, all over the pale swollen length of his shaft. She felt his cock twitch and swell even tighter as she licked it. His oozing juices were strong and salty, objectionable after Sam's delicate flavor. Her distaste made no difference to Major Beadle, however. He could not detect it. He moaned and shuddered with pleasure.
Then suddenly he grabbed her hair and held her head still. "Suck it!" he ordered. "Take it in your mouth!"
Hilda felt nauseated. His prick was far too big for her mouth, and she gagged at the thought of swallowing his cum. "Please, no!" she whimpered.
He held her hair tighter, till he hurt her and made her cry out. "Oh, yes!" he hissed. "You're going to do for me everything you did for those boys! Now start sucking-or would you prefer the police?"
With a loud sob, Hilda opened her mouth, fastened her lips around the fat purple glans, and began sucking his cockhead in. The Major sighed and relaxed his grip on her hair. His cock was enormous, stuffing her mouth and stretching her lips painfully wide. She could take in only half its length. She could hardly believe how long it was, remembering, with a shudder, how she had been able to get all of Herr Braun's fat little organ in her mouth. And as she had done with Braun, she drew in her cheeks and raised her tongue to make a hot juicy nest for the pulsing, twitching cock that oozed its sharp juices onto her taste buds. She sucked slowly, unwillingly.
"Faster!" the Major grunted. "Make it fly!"
With a moan of disgust, Hilda obeyed, sucking his cock swiftly, her stretched lips aching. She prayed he would cum quickly and end her ordeal. The thought of swallowing his gigantic load of seed was hideous, but it was even worse to think of going on and on like this, painfully stretching her lips.
"That's it!" gasped the Major, falling forward and grasping her shoulders for support. "Wonderful! Suck it, baby, suck it!"
He was delighted with her performance. One objection he had to Mavis-among others-was that she refused to give head. She'd fuck all night, she had no prejudices against that, but she considered it nasty to give a blow-job. There was no explaining women, he decided. He was simply glad that he'd discovered Miss Green. It was clear that she loathed sucking his cock, but her fear of disgrace outweighed even her loathing. He chuckled delightedly to himself as he enjoyed the slick hotness of her mouth. This, however, was only a preliminary, the first round of his evening's fun. In a moment, he intended to have another go at her deliciously tight cunt. His balls were swollen almost to bursting, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Just a moment more of this delightful cock sucking, then on to the main attraction....
"Bastard!" whispered Marvin. "His dick's too big for her! I think we oughta stop him! Look at the way her mouth's stretched!"
"Yeah," Sam agreed reluctantly. After Miss Green had lied in order to save them, he could hardly refuse to help her, but he regretted breaking up the show. It was getting him really hot, and he wanted to see the look on Major Beadle's face when the old fart came. It would be a great story to tell the guys in math class. Sam dawdled for a moment at the knothole-then was glad he had done so. "Hey, look at this!" he whispered excitedly to Marvin, who had already risen and begun to steel himself for combat. "He's let her go! They're goin' over to the bed. Oh, wow! Look!"
Marvin quickly took up his spying post again.
"Jeez," he whispered, "I think she likes it!"
"You better believe it," replied Sam.
Major Beadle had allowed Hilda to suck his cock until he was only seconds away from cumming. Then, abruptly, he pushed her away. He hardly noticed the relief on her face as he pulled her to her feet and hurried her over to the bed. He pushed her face down, so that her upper torso rested on the bed and her ass and legs hung over the side.
"A little change of pace, my dear," he chuckled. "Spread your legs, there's a good girl...." Trembling with horniness, he wedged the thick head of his cock into the tiny mouth of her cunt. It was a very snug fit-almost too snug. The Major strained and snorted as he sought to push his dick in deeper, and Hilda gave a howl of pain.
"Oh, please!" she sobbed. "It's too big! You're hurting me!"
"Damn it all!" he replied. "It wasn't too big yesterday, so how can it be too big now? Hold still, stop squirming! I'll get my cock in if it's the last thing I do!" He huffed and puffed, jerking his hips furiously, but his enormously bloated cock would not penetrate her tight cunt more than an inch.
Hilda, even as she wailed in pain, realized what was wrong. The Major was correct, her cunt could accommodate his dick when she was horny-the trouble now was that she was tense and afraid, holding her vagina tight as if to keep his cock out.
There was no way she could fight him off, he was too strong for her, and so the only thing to do was relax and yield. With a sob she surrendered, letting her vaginal muscles slacken, and the Major's enormous penis slid in swiftly, brutally, all the way to her womb.
"Ahhhhh!" he bellowed. "There, it's in! Now for some real fucking!"
He seized her broad hips to steady himself, then began to bang her without mercy. Hilda's cunt felt stuffed and stretched as never before. Even when she had lost her virginity, the fit had not been so tight, the pain so great. Yet in spite of the pain, she felt a perverse thrill. She had to admit to herself that she was getting a tremendous fuck and that she loved it. She loved the way his coarse-haired balls slapped her ass loudly, loved the way his thick shaft tugged her labia before snaking inside to stuff her cunt deliciously. In her excitement, she began to cream hotly, providing the needed lubrication, and soon the pain was gone.
"Ooooo, YES!" she squealed. "It's great! I love it!"
"Do you, my dear?" sniggered the Major, who was happily watching his thick prick stretch her tiny cunt mouth with each thunderous thrust. God, her cunt was tight! It was marvelous! "I'm glad," he panted, "but you'd better cum soon! I can't hold out much longer!"
Hilda had no trouble taking his advice. She was already gasping and squealing as a delicious, powerful climax began to wash over her. Her cunt juices boiled around his pounding cock.
"CUMMING!" she babbled. "Oh, fuck me, Major, fuck me hard, ahhhh, AHHHHHH!"
The Major had time for one triumphant leer as she bucked and howled under his assault, and then he bellowed thunderously as he, too, experienced a blinding climax. His balls tensed and shot, his cock rippled and sprayed her innermost depths with load after load of burning cum. He felt faint with pleasure. Then his limp, drained prick slipped from her cunt, steaming and dripping. He slapped her playfully on the ass.
"Delightful," he chuckled, "simply delightful! So glad you enjoyed it, my dear! Same time tomorrow?"
Hilda buried her face in her arms and sobbed in humiliation.
Sam and Marvin had already turned away from the knotholes and were feverishly jacking off. The howls of climax from the adults had been too much for them. Later they would feel intense hatred toward the Major for stealing Miss Green from them. Right now, however, they had but one urgent and pressing goal....
CHAPTER TEN
Another twenty-four passed, during which Hilda worried even more about the immoral activities into which she had been drawn and saw even less to do about it all. The Major, as he so aptly put it, had the goods on her, and she was forced to do whatever he wanted. Her only chance to escape the degradation of Hillcrest Academy lay in finding another job which would take her far away where Major Beadle couldn't find her. Until then, she could only try to stay out of everyone's way.
The day went quietly enough, with teachers and boys away in the classrooms, leaving Hilda alone with her cleaning. At dinner, however, the Major winked at her-reminding her of their "date" for that evening-and little Herr Braun gave her a hungry, knowing look. To top things off, as she left the cafeteria, Sam darted up when no one was looking and pressed a note into her hand. She hurried upstairs to her room and read the note:
Dear Miss Green,
Marvin and I just have to see you again. It isn't fair for Major Beadle to have you all to himself. Will you please meet us in the garden at ten o'clock tonight?
Sam
Hilda blushed, crumpled the note, and threw it at her waste basket but missed. Wouldn't anyone leave her alone? Determinedly, she locked her door, got into bed, and tried to read a novel. If the Major came around and demanded her attentions, she supposed she'd have to give in to him, but she didn't intend to be available to anyone else. One man was enough, more than enough!
After lights-out, however, Hilda began to change her mind. In the first place, she felt it was wrong to submit meekly to the Major, even if he did have the upper hand. A little show of resistance was only right, and there was a slim chance that he wouldn't press his attack if he realized how she loathed him. In the second place, someone ought to talk to Sam and Marvin. If they kept on in this manner, taking terrible risks for a few moments of illicit pleasure, they could get into deep trouble. Hilda decided she wouldn't be in her room when the Major came. Instead she would go to the garden and try to reason with Marvin and Sam. Accordingly, just before ten o'clock, she put on her bathrobe and hurried downstairs.
It was another perfect night, warm, windless, and brightly lit by a full moon. Hilda had no trouble making her way through the trees to the stone bench where she had had her unfortunate encounter with Luther Braun. There she waited for the boys, carefully arranging in her mind what she would say to them. They must be convinced of the error of their ways....
Meanwhile Sam and Marvin were waiting impatiently for Major Beadle to get out of the hallway. They had waited in the darkness of the dorm until the other boys seemed to be asleep, then crept out of bed to keep their appointment with Miss Green in the garden. They'd only gotten as far as the door of the dorm, however, when they peeked out and saw the Major coming down the hall in his dressing gown. He was taking his time, too.
First he stopped and listened outside Mavis's door. Sam and Marvin nudged each other, signaling their relief that neither they nor any of the other boys happened to be visiting Mavis that night. They imagined the Major would raise hell if he found out what went on in Mavis's room after lights-out.
Then, humming to himself and absently playing with his mustache, the Major approached the dorm door. Sam and Marvin closed it and hid in the shadows on the other side, their hearts pounding. If Major Beadle came inside for an inspection, he'd find them out of bed. But all he did was stand there in the hallway, listening. They could hear his heavy breathing, but they didn't breathe themselves until he finally passed on. Then they hurried to the door again, opened it a crack, and saw the Major pausing outside Miss Green's door. Again they nudged each other-this time communicating a silent prayer that she'd already gone to the garden to meet them; otherwise the Major would want her for himself, and they'd be out of luck, and out of fuck.
Major Beadle tapped lightly on Miss Green's door. When there was no answer, he knocked a little louder. Still no reply. The boys could see that he was getting a little annoyed. He knocked quite loudly, and when he still received no answer, he bent and peered through the keyhole. "Damn!" he muttered.
He paced around in front of her door for a while, cursing under his breath, then an idea seemed to come to him. He opened the door and stepped into Miss Green's room.
Sam and Marvin looked at each other, nodded, and then sprinted out into the hallway and down the stairs. The Major had closed the door and didn't see them.
"Phew!" exclaimed Marvin when they had reached the first floor. "I thoueht the old fart would never go away!"
"Yeah," panted Sam, "but what did he go into her room for?"
"Who cares?" Marvin said and chuckled. "She wasn't there. While he's waiting for her, we'll be having some fun in the garden."
"Right!" Sam said. "Come on!"
They hurried out into the night. It was so warm that their pajamas were plenty of clothing, and in addition the boys were hot with lust. To their great relief, as they came into the clearing they saw Miss Green sitting on the bench. They rushed up to her and put their arms around her, fondled her.
"Boys!" she exclaimed, half in distress and half in amusement at their eagerness. "Please! I didn't meet you to play games. I want to talk to you."
"Talk, hell!" said Sam. "Who needs to talk?"
"We do," said Hilda solemnly. "Sit down beside me here. There are some things you need to understand."
"Well, okay," said Marvin reluctantly, "but only if we can touch you. Right, Sam?"
"Right!" agreed his friend.
Hilda sighed and moved to the center of the bench so the boys could sit on either side of her. She would have to grant their request in order to get them to listen. Grinning, they took their places, and she gasped as small hot hands slid inside her robe and began to fondle and massage her big soft tits.
"Now, boys," she began, "I don't think you realize the risks you're taking or the trouble you could get into...." But even as she talked, their little hands kept very busy, and she felt an answering warmth and wetness growing in her cunt.
Major Beadle was thoroughly pissed off. What the hell did that woman think she was doing? He'd made it very clear that she was to be available to him every evening after the boys were asleep. He'd made it clear that if she didn't obey his wishes in everything, he'd expose her and ruin her. So why had she skipped out? Didn't she care? Was she crazy?
It occurred to the Major that Hilda might have left for good, but he checked the drawers and closets and found her clothes still there. Perhaps she was only teasing him, hiding for a few minutes. If so, he was not amused. He was horny enough to burst, he needed her right now, and if she didn't show up in another minute, he'd be tempted to strangle her! By God, if he could figure out where she was hiding, he'd rape her right on the spot!
Angrily he paced the room, and after a couple of revolutions he noticed a scrap of paper on the floor. How careless of Miss Green, who was ordinarily so tidy! The Major stooped, picked up the piece of paper, and was about to toss it in the waste basket, when he noticed that it was ruled paper, the kind the boys were issued for their schoolwork. How had she come to acquire it? He opened the paper and, blushing with fury, read Sam's note.
By God, that bitch had stood him up in order to meet two little-dicked fourteen-year-old kids! Well, he wasn't going to stand for that! Not Major Calvin Beadle! He'd smack those little brats good, and then he'd fuck Hilda right there in the garden! Striding painfully, because of an erection which threatened to burst his pajamas, the Major headed for the stairs.
Mavis was pouting in her room, trying to distract herself by eating candy and reading True Confessions. It was a funny thing, she often found the boys' visits a nuisance, but when none of them showed up, she felt neglected and horny. Of course it was only to be expected that she'd be left alone some nights. Right now it was getting toward the end of the month and most of the boys had spent their allowances and couldn't afford her services. She ought to be glad of the chance to rest. Still she pouted. Mavis was a woman who liked plenty of male attention, a woman who didn't like to be alone. Well, hell, she decided at last, nothing for it but to take a sleeping pill and get eight hours sleep for a change. She could certainly use it.
But as she walked to her dresser to get the pill, she heard a noise and saw that someone was slipping a note under her door. She grinned and felt suddenly happy and excited. It had to be one of the boys, a shy one who wanted to be sure of his welcome before actually facing her. She hurried over and snatched up the note. It read:
Dear Miss Brown:
You will recall that we talked about a few months ago. At the time, you refused, because I offered you no inducement. Now, however, I offer you fifty dollars. If you agree, please meet me in the garden at once.
Sincerely, Luther Braun
Mavis gave a loud snort of disgust and threw the note on the floor. Lousy little creep! Several months ago he had approached her for the first time and had asked her to suck him off-he was a snoop and had learned of her relations with the boys, so he'd thought he had some kind of hold over her. Naturally she'd refused. She didn't go in for kinky stuff like that. So now he was trying again, the greasy pervert! Well, she hoped he'd freeze his ass waiting in the garden!
Mavis went to her dresser, opened the bottle of sleeping pills, and shook one out into her hand. As she did so, she looked at herself in the mirror with some admiration but also with the thought that she'd look even better if she had some more glamorous clothes. There was a fake fur coat she wanted, leopard skin, which would set off her pale blondeness stunningly. The coat cost sixty dollars, and she had saved only ten. With the sleeping pill halfway to her mouth, she stopped and gawked at herself in the mirror. Fifty dollars! That's all she needed for the coat, and that was exactly what Braun was offering if she gave him a blow-job! The coat could be hers tomorrow.
Mavis pondered. Could she bring herself to suck the guy's cock in order to get that coat? She quickly decided that she could. It was no big deal, it would be over in less than a minute. Hell, why not? It was always her policy to take men for everything she could get out of them, and if this little freak wanted to spend fifty bucks for a few second's pleasure, she might as well take advantage of it. Quickly she drew on her silk dressing gown and hurried down to the garden.
In the shadow of the trees, Luther Braun waited nervously. If Miss Brown did not accept his offer, he felt he would kill himself. His lust was too much to live with. First he had tried Miss Green's room, thinking he stood a better chance with her, but she wasn't there. Unwilling to wait until she returned, he had written the note and slipped it under Mavis's door (having first made sure she was there by peeking through the keyhole). He knew Mavis was quick to anger: a note was better than a direct approach, it would give her time to cool off and think over his proposition. The fifty dollars would help, he was sure. Braun was a good judge of character, and he had spotted Mavis for a golddigger the first time he met her.
Nervously he rubbed his crotch. He had no hard-on yet-he could never achieve one without the aid of a woman's mouth-and already he was boiling with lust. Please, please, let her come! As he paced beneath the trees, he thought he heard voices. He was wondering whether or not to investigate, when he saw someone approaching, a shadowy figure coming along the path. Then he broke into an ecstatic smile as he saw that it was Mavis.
"Boys! Please!" moaned Hilda. She was still delivering her lecture to Sam and Marvin, but they were making it increasingly hard for her to concentrate on what she was saying. Marvin had his head inside the front of her robe and was greedily sucking and fondling her large red nipples. The sensation was delicious, she could hardly ignore it. Worse, Sam was kneeling between her legs and playing mischievously with her clit, so that in spite of her best intentions, she felt hot pussy juice flooding out of her cunt to soak her robe. "Boys!" she repeated desperately. "Are you listening to what I'm telling you? About the danger you're in?"
"Yes, Miss Green!" they chorused gleefully.
They knew the signs by now, the siffening of her huge jugs, and the creaming of her hot pussy. They knew they were getting her powerfully aroused. Just a moment more and, with any luck, she would give up her boring lecture and play with them. Marvin sucked all the harder at her stiff nipples, and Sam seized her plump slick clit between his fingers and rubbed it swiftly.
"Ooooooo!" moaned Hilda.
She was finding it very difficult to talk. She had lost her train of thought, couldn't remember what she was going to say next. A blind frenzy of lust overtook her, and with a loud, hungry moan, she suddenly grabbed Sam and fell to the grass with him, dragging Marvin along. The boys giggled, ready to submit to anything. Hilda clawed at the waistband of Sam's pajamas, pulled down the garment to bare his tight little ass, and thrust her tongue into his anus.
"Ohhhhh! Jesus! Yeah!" wailed Sam. "Lick my ass! Aaaaahhhh!"
Sam stayed submissively on his hands and knees while Hilda greedily reamed his asshole with her long hot tongue. Marvin, not to be left out, crawled up behind her and imitated her action, thrusting his slick pointy little tongue into her tight anus.
"AHHHHH! God, YES!" shrieked Hilda. "Do it, darling, do it!" Never had she felt such exquisite pleasure as when Marvin's naughty little tongue inched inexorably up her pungent asshole. In seconds she was cumming thunderously, thrashing around on the grass. The boys took advantage of if and piled onto her, Sam straddling her chest and forcing his stiff prick into her gaping mouth, Marvin scrambling between her legs and poking his small ramrod into her bubbling, hot cunt. The boys humped away happily, and Hilda submitted blissfully, sucking Sam's fat little poker for all she was worth, working her powerful cunt muscles around Marvin's eagerly wiggling cock. To hell with her lecture, to hell with everything but this! She felt another orgasm building inside her and closed her eyes in ecstasy.
Major Beadle had had no trouble finding the guilty trio. They were making enough noise to wake a city block. Fuming with rage and jealousy, he skulked in the bushes and watched their antics, sneering as he noted how easily the two boys distracted Hilda from her purpose and made her violently horny. Before the poor old spinster quite knew what was happening, she was rolling on the grass in a frantic ass-licking contest, and then she was getting it at both ends and loving it. Why should all that passion be wasted on two pimply-faced teenagers? She belonged to him, to the Major! Furiously, he tugged his painfully swollen cock out of his pajamas, and it lolled long and heavy and stiff in the moonlight. A small touch of fellow feeling made him decide to wait till the two boys had cum, but the instant they did so, he intended to claim Miss Green for himself! As for the boys, they had disobeyed his express orders not to see Miss Green again, and they would have to pay for it. He looked forward to expelling the little bastards-he didn't like their competition for Hilda's attention.
Now he waited in the shadows, stroking his aching cock, barely containing his impatience, watching the ludicrous scene in the clearing. Hilda was sucking Sam's tiny stiff prick as if she hadn't eaten in a month, and the excited boy was pumping his hips and squealing with delight. Marvin was equally busy between her legs, poking her cunt frantically with his hard little tool. Then Hilda was cumming, making herself heard in spite of having her mouth stuffed.
"UUMMMMPPFFF!" she grunted. "UUMMMMM!"
"Oh, man!" sighed Sam as she sucked his cock all the harder. "I'm gonna shoot! Eeeee!"
As fast as he jetted his cum, Hilda swallowed it, milking his balls dry, and when his tiny cock at last slipped limp and empty from her mouth, she licked her lips greedily, still moaning and writhing in her own powerful orgasm. Then it was Marvin's turn.
"Ahhhh!" he yelped. "Aw, shit, it's great, ahhhh!" Hilda felt the steaming spurt of seed deep in her cunt, the twitching and writhing of his squirting cock, and then he slipped from her, panting and sighing.
"Oh, boys," breathed Hilda, hugging them both to her, "that was lovely!"
Major Beadle stepped into the clearing and applauded.
Hilda gasped, and she and the boys stared at the tall intruder. He presented a ludicrous spectacle, hair and mustache rumpled from impatient fiddling, robe askew, enormous erect white cock protruding from the fly of his pajamas.
"Well, well," he sneered, "it seems that none of you took my words very seriously. I ordered you boys to stay away from Miss Green. And, Miss Green, I ordered you to be available when I wanted you. All of you saw fit to ignore those commands. Very well, I will punish you. Beginning with you, Miss Green, here and now." Striding up to them, he shoved the boys aside, grabbed Hilda, and flipped her over on her hands and knees. "This is a punishment you're not going to forget!" he growled, kneeling behind her.
Sam and Marvin watched, pop-eyed. Their first impulse had been to defend Miss Green, but now their attention was distracted by the sight of the Major's gigantic cock lolling white and menacing in the moonlight. Half envious, half awed, they could not take their eyes off it. They were getting a much better view than from the knotholes, a chance to watch some adult action at close range. It was simply not a chance they could pass up. They didn't even hear Hilda's whimpering protests as Major Beadle mounted her from behind. On the contrary, they crept closer to get a better view.
The Major would have been annoyed if he'd noticed them, but he, too, was absorbed in only one thing. Seizing his bloated cock, he wedged the purplish head against the tight brown puckered , mouth of Hilda's asshole and began to push. She screamed.
"Oh, God, NO!" she cried. "Please, not that! You'll kill me!"
"Shut up!" snarled the Major. "This'll teach you not to disobey me in the future!" And grabbing her hips so she couldn't pull away, he rammed his enormous cruel cock into her tiny asshole....
Mavis came through the woods swaying her hips and popping her chewing gum, not exactly a glamorous sight to the waiting Luther Braun. He was not going to quibble about her appearance, however. She could have been his grandmother for all he cared about looks. The important thing was that she had come, that she had accepted his offer. He shivered with excitement.
"Ah, good evening, Miss Brown," he purred, "how pleasant to see you! You got my note, I assume."
"Cut the cackle," said Mavis coolly. "Just give me the money, and let's get it over with."
"But of course!" squeaked Braun. "I have it right here, just as I promised." He fumbled in his pockets and fished out a roll of bills. Mavis snatched it, held it up to the light, and counted it, then tucked it away in the cleavage of her swelling tits.
"Okay, buster," she said, snapping her gum, "let's find a place where I can sit down while I do it. I don't wanta get grass stains on my clothes."
"Certainly, certainly," cried Braun. "There is a bench not far away. Come with me."
He scurried along, dying of impatience, and Mavis struggled to keep up with him. They had almost reached the clearing with the stone bench when they heard a piercing scream.
"What the hell was that?" said Mavis.
"I have no idea," replied Braun nervously. "I suppose we had better investigate. Perhaps a lady in distress...." He trailed off, cursing inwardly. Something would happen to interrupt his eagerly anticipated blow-job!
They crept toward the clearing, which seemed to be the source of the noise, and parting the bushes, they gawked at a most surprising scene. While two of the students watched in total absorption, Major Beadle, headmaster of the school, snorting and growling, was buggering a screaming, writhing Miss Green.
"Jesus H. Christ," said Mavis.
Braun wasn't sure what to do. If he broke in on the scene, the Major would be furious, and Braun would probably lose his job. On the other hand, Hilda was clearly in pain. The man had a gigantic cock, far too large for her narrow anus. Was it right just to stand there and let her suffer? Helplessly he turned to Mavis. "What should we do?" he whispered.
Mavis glared at him. "Help her, of course, you creep! He's killing her!"
Then, without waiting for Braun, she dashed into the clearing....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Hilda thought she would die of pain as the Major's enormous stiff penis rammed brutally into the virgin tunnel of her anus. She felt the shit passage stretched, torn, split, and she screamed as loud as she could, praying the boys would help her. But they made no move to do so. Perhaps they were afraid of the Major. Hilda sobbed and tried to struggle loose of the impalement, but he held her too tightly, it was no use. Then, as if raping her asshole were not enough to satisfy him, he reached between her legs and shoved a thick finger up her cunt, plunging it in and out like a miniature prick. Hilda whined with shame-but not for long. In a matter of seconds she found that she enjoyed it. It distracted her mind from the vicious sawing of his hard cock, it was making her very horny. She relaxed a little and found that the buggering hurt less. She relaxed more and found that it didn't hurt at all. In fact, to her amazement, it was delicious, every bit as good as getting fucked. She'd had no idea that the anus could be such a powerful source of pleasure. She began to moan and whimper her delight.
It was these sounds which deceived Luther and Mavis, who mistook them for cries of pain. Dimly Hilda saw Mavis striding angrily into the clearing, with Herr Braun trailing timidly behind her.
"He hurting you, honey?" Mavis demanded.
The two boys gawked at her, and the Major glared at her, hardly pausing in his brutal assfuck strokes, then bellowed, "Get the hell out of here, Mavis! Can't you see this is private?"
"I'm waiting for her answer," Mavis said stubbornly. "If you're hurting her, I'm gonna put a stop to this!"
Hilda was just as annoyed as Major Beadle at the interruption. She was very close to cumming, and Mavis's hostile presence was distracting her from her pleasure. However, she realized that Mavis only wanted to help, and she was grateful. She managed to croak out, "N-no, it's all right, thank you! I'm enjoying it! OH!" she exclaimed suddenly, as the Major gave her a particularly delicious set of strokes with cock and finger. "Ohhhh! YES!"
"There, you see!" grinned Major Beadle, who was beginning to work up a sweat. "Now bug off!"
"Humphf," said Mavis. "I don't see how you can stand doing it that way, either of you, but it's your funeral." She turned to the quivering Luther Braun. "Well, let's get on with it. There's that bench you were talking about." She discarded her gum, strode to the bench, and waited.
Braun was a little embarrassed, having to perform in front of other people, but he comforted himself with the thought that they were all absorbed in what Major Beadle was doing to Hilda. Shyly he pulled out his short limp cock, gave it a reassuring caress, and walked over to where Mavis sat impatiently on the bench.
She eyed his crotch and scowled. "Shit, you ain't even got a hard-on yet!"
"But that is your job," replied Braun, growing rapidly excited as he studied her pouting, lipsticked mouth. "It will get hard very fast when you start sucking my dick."
"If you say so," yawned Mavis. "Well, let's go." She seized his plump ass, pulled him close to her, and quickly sucked his limp white prick into her hot mouth. She'd never sucked a cock before, but she'd seen others do it, and she figured she could do as good a job as anybody else. Drawing in her cheeks sharply, and using her tongue to press his flabby little organ against the slick roof of her mouth, she began sucking his cock hard and fast. Braun clutched her shoulders and gave a piercing squeal of delight.
"Eeeee! Yes! Good!" he squeaked. Already he felt stiffness and strength flowing into his aroused penis.
His squeal drew the attention of the others. Sam and Marvin scurried over to watch Mavis's performance, and Major Beadle and Hilda, even in the wildness of their pleasure, raised their heads to watch, too. Both of them felt strangely excited.
"Hang on, old girl," the Major cried hoarsely to Hilda, "I'm going to ram this meat all the way to your throat!"
"Oh, do it! DO IT!" wailed Hilda, working her ass frantically around his deep-plunging cock....
Back on the third floor of the academy, everyone was asleep but Ralph Webster, the bashful teacher of English and history. Unable to fall asleep, he had turned on his bedside lamp and tried to read the next day's assignment, but he couldn't concentrate. Webster knew what was keeping him restless and wakeful-he needed a woman so badly, he was ready to commit rape. He cursed to himself, chiefly damning his shyness, which kept him from acquiring a woman of his own. He was a normal healthy male, but he could not summon the courage to speak to a girl, and the result was horrible sexual frustration.
Sighing loudly, Webster climbed out of bed and began to strip, thinking a cold shower might do the job. He had to get his mind off fucking, at least long enough to fall asleep. As he tossed aside his pajamas, he studied himself in the full-length mirror of the bathroom door. Really, for a guy of forty-five, he was in good shape. In a suit he looked skinny, but naked he showed up hard and trim and well-muscled. He couldn't help admiring his cock, which seemed to hang halfway to his knees even in its flaccid state. Too bad he had no woman to enjoy it.
He heard scurrying noises in the hall, and he sighed again. During his year at Hillcrest Academy he'd suspected there was some kind of hanky-panky going on in Mavis Brown's room at night, and many times he had lain awake, listening to the unmistakable noises of passion and wishing he had the courage to join in. Now, imagining what was going on next door, he felt his long cock stiffen, looked in the mirror and saw it stand to attention. Damn it all! He might as well be sensible about it. The only thing to do was go in the John and jerk off.
But as Webster stood before the toilet mournfully pumping his erect and aching penis, he began to think of Hilda Green. Now there was a woman! She had dignity, intelligence, and fine manners, unlike that slut Mavis. Miss Green also had a superb pair of tits and a damned fine pair of legs. Webster recalled her appearance and wanted her so badly he almost drooled. What the hell was he doing, jacking off? That was kid stuff, and he was a man! Angrily, he stuffed his resisting cock back into his pajamas and stalked out of the John. He would take a walk in the garden and try to think things out calmly. There had to be a better solution to his problem than masturbation. He jammed on his horn-rimmed glasses, combed his thinning brown hair, put on his robe, and went downstairs.
"Oh, my God!" wailed Hilda. "I'm cumming! Do it to me, darling, hard, HARD!"
"Aaagghhhh!" bellowed Major Beadle, who was also cumming in a snorting, humping frenzy. He rammed his fat cock into her anus so hard that she fell on her face in the grass, taking him with her, and there they writhed out their howling climax.
"My goodness!" Luther Braun exclaimed appreciatively. Even as Mavis sucked his cock deliciously, he had watched the other pair, which added enormously to his excitement. In fact he was so excited by their climax that he promptly shot his load into Mavis's busily sucking mouth, squealing with pleasure as he did so. She gagged, spat his dick out, and turned away to spit out his cum, but this did not bother Braun. He didn't care what a woman did with his load once he'd gotten rid of it. With a happy sigh, he sank to the grass to rest.
"Well, boys," he remarked to the gawking Sam and Marvin, "a liberal education, no? Much more interesting than anything you get in class."
Sam and Marvin sniggered. Herr Braun was a little weird, but all the boys liked him. He was always cracking slightly dirty jokes in class, unlike Major Beadle who was grim, tough, and incredibly boring.
"Well, shit," said Mavis wearily, "I hope you got your money's worth."
"Indeed I did, Miss Brown," Luther sighed. "You did very well."
"I say!" exclaimed Major Beadle, who had now recovered. "Let's have another round!" He was in an excellent mood, not even angry at the boys any longer. "Poor little chaps," he chuckled, eyeing their bulging crotches, "we forgot all about you, didn't we? Miss Green, you'll have to take care of them."
"Oh, no!" Hilda was exhausted, disgusted with herself, and wished only to escape the scene of the orgy. She felt she had had enough indiscriminate and kinky sex to last her the rest of her life. "Please," she said and sighed, "let me go to bed now. I've done enough for one night."
"Nonsense!" the Major cried jovially. "We can't let anyone go away unsatisfied. Look at these poor fellows, take pity on them." He chuckled as Hilda eyed the boys' erections in horror. "Come on, boys," he said and grinned, "Miss Green'll take care of you." He felt titillated and very much aroused by the idea of watching Hilda suck off both boys at once.
Marvin and Sam didn't hesitate. They were unbearably horny and had no thought of sparing Miss Green. Also vivid in their minds was what Mavis had done for Herr Braun. They wanted the same thing for themselves. They rushed over to where Hilda lay on the grass, pulled out their ready pricks, and both tried to stuff them in her mouth at once.
"Ummpphhh! No!" cried Hilda, shaking her head and trying to push the boys away.
Major Beadle glowered at her, then whispered fiercely, "Remember, I know all your secrets! Do as I say, or I'll bring in the police!"
With a loud sob, Hilda opened her mouth, seeing no way out of her predicament. Marvin and Sam popped their cocks inside, and she began sucking both dicks mechanically, hoping to get it over with as fast as possible. But her submission had unforeseen consequences.
First the Major, who had intended to be only a spectator, found his cock growing miraculously hard again as he watched. Well, that was no problem. With the boys kneeling on either side of Hilda's head, feeding her their pricks, her cunt was left free. With a snort of lust, the Major scrambled between her legs and jammed his thick penis into her cum-soaked vagina.
Mavis watched, feeling very strange. Sucking Braun's cock had sickened her, so she couldn't understand why she was feeling horny all of a sudden, hornier than she'd ever felt in her life. Perhaps it was watching all those people do it. Perhaps it was jealousy of Hilda, who was getting all the attention. Whatever the cause, Mavis suddenly lost all control and ran to join the group. Major Beadle was kneeling between Hilda's legs, fucking her blissfully, and Mavis knelt behind him and began to play with his big hairy balls, at the same time wriggling her hot little tongue into his ass. The Major bellowed his satisfaction with this new development.
It was all too much for Luther Braun, who felt his lust returning rapidly. He dashed over and knelt behind Mavis, flung her robe and nightgown up to her waist, and plunged his hungry tongue deep into her creamy cunt.
"Oh, jeez, YEAH!" wailed Mavis. "Eat my muff, baby!" And having thus signaled her pleasure, she returned to reaming the Major's ass with her tongue.
Strolling in the garden, absorbed in his own thoughts, Ralph Webster was not aware of the bizarre scene until he almost stumbled over it. Stepping into the clearing, he was suddenly aware of a wild, writhing tangle of bodies, an incredible concatenation of noises-squealing, moaning, shrieking, gurgling, sighing, and howling. He stopped still and gawked. My God! Was it real, or was he dreaming?
A few moments of observation convinced Webster that the scene was real, all right, and he was powerfully tempted to join in. It looked as if anybody would be welcome. One thing held him back, however, and that was his strong suspicion that Hilda Green was participating only under protest: he saw the disgusted look on her face, her efforts to fight free of the tangle. He did not want to be part of any violence done to Miss Green. On the other hand, if he joined in, if he pretended to be part of the group, he might be able to ascertain her feelings for sure and then to assist her if necessary. Driven by this thought-and in a large measure by desperate horniness-Webster peeled off his robe and pajamas and dived into the pile of bodies....
Miss Maude Beecham, a small, thin, wrinkled spinster of seventy-seven, was walking her poodle, Misty. It was long past Miss Beecham's bedtime and she felt very much put out by Misty's sudden demand to be taken for a walk. Miss Beecham knew from sad experience, however, that if Misty were not taken out when he wanted it, he would retaliate later in the night by soiling her Persian carpet. Choosing the lesser of two evils, then, Miss Beecham allowed the dog to lead her down the quiet street beside Hillcrest Academy.
Halfway down the block they heard the strange noises. Misty stiffened and growled, and Miss Beecham listened intently. It was like nothing she had ever heard before, nothing she could identify. Holding tightly to Misty's leash, she crossed the street and peered into the bushes of the Academy grounds. For a moment she stopped breathing, and then her face slowly went indignant and horrified. An orgy of naked people! Grown-ups and little kids! A real orgy! Miss Beecham had heard and read of things like this before, but she had never really believed it till now. Well, she would soon put a stop to it! She would never allow this kind of thing to take place in her neighborhood!
Misty was sniffing eagerly and seemed inclined to join the depraved group, but Miss Beecham relentlessly dragged him away. Tottering along as fast as she could, she reached her house, snatched up the telephone, and in a quavery voice, spoke to the police....
CHAPTER TWELVE
In the hot tangle of bodies, Ralph Webster at first had trouble even identifying Hilda. His own lust was another hindrance to his search, for he was powerfully tempted to linger and get in on the action. It had been a long time, far too long, since he'd been laid. But he heard Hilda's whimpering, her feeble protests, once again, and that spurred him on.
Sam and Marvin were cumming in her mouth with squeals of delight when Ralph finally reached her. As the boys fell aside to rest on the grass, Hilda stared at Ralph, no doubt wondering how he happened along.
"Miss Green!" he cried. "Are you here by your own free will?"
"Dear God, no!" sobbed Hilda. "Please, help me get away!"
Webster needed no more encouragement than that. He wanted to do something to impress this attractive woman, something to draw her attention to him, and this was his chance. He seized Hilda and started to drag her out from under the pile of writhing bodies. The only person to notice or complain was Major Beadle-with good cause, for he was happily fucking Hilda and suddenly felt her warm juicy cunt slip off his starved cock.
"What the hell?" he muttered. "Come back here!"
"Never mind her, honey!" cried Mavis, who had now noticed what was happening. "Do it to me! Oh, God, how I need it!"
At that point, Major Beadle didn't care who he balled, so long as he got some relief, and with a snort of lust, he scrambled beneath Mavis, jammed his stiff prick into her dripping cunt, and continued humping as if he had never been interrupted. Mavis wailed her delight, while behind her, Luther Braun went on happily licking and probing her asshole. Marvin and Sam crouched near to watch the proceedings, timidly touching and caressing Mavis's big bouncing tits.
Webster couldn't help grinning. "Well," he whispered to Hilda, "looks like they don't need us. Let's get out of here."
Hilda nodded, and they fled.
Both Hilda and Ralph were basically shy people, but in the excitement of their escape, it wasn't until they reached her room that they really became conscious of each other or of themselves. Then Webster realized that, having left his pajamas and robe in the garden, he was stark naked; and Hilda realized that her gown was torn, her breasts hanging loose and bare. They stared at each other and blushed. Hilda was thinking what a kind man Ralph Webster was and how attractive; she wondered that she had scarcely noticed him before. Webster was thinking how pretty Hilda looked with her hair loose and wild, and he wanted to fondle her big beautiful tits more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.
At last Hilda laughed and tossed him a blanket. "Please, sit down," she said, drawing her robe around her breasts, "and tell me how you happened to find us."
Webster wrapped himself in the blanket and came to sit beside her on the bed. "Oh," he said casually, "I was just taking a walk in the garden when it happened. It wasn't an easy thing to miss." They both laughed shyly, and then he went on, "I'm just very sorry I didn't get there sooner. What a terrible thing it was for you!"
Hilda reddened and looked down at the floor. If he only knew! True, she hadn't wanted to take part in the orgy, but up to that point she'd loved every minute of her adventure in the garden with Sam, Marvin, and the Major. How could she ever explain to this good, gentle man the extent of her lust? Someone like Ralph Webster was just what she needed-one kind, decent man of her own, and she'd never need any bizarre adventures again. But he must never know her true nature.
Meanwhile Webster was ogling her voluptuous body and thinking how badly he wanted to fuck her. He needed a woman of his own so desperately, and Hilda seemed right for him in every way, except that she appeared so reserved, modest, and prudish. His woman had to be lusty, had to love sex-would it ever be possible to bring Hilda around to this point of view? "Miss Green," he said gently, taking her hand.
"Call me Hilda," she said and smiled. "You've earned the right."
"Call me Ralph," he replied, summoning up his courage. "Miss-Hilda, there's something I've wanted to tell you from the moment we met. I-I find you very attractive. We think alike, too. I just have a feeling we'd get along very well if we knew each other better. Is there a chance you'd want that?" He stopped, red-faced and awed at his own courage, praying he hadn't offended her.
Hilda's heart pounded. Ralph seemed the answer to all her problems, and he was attracted to her! If only she didn't muff it by coming on too strong! Timidly she answered, "I'd like that very much, Ralph. I find you very attractive, too."
"Hilda!" In his delight, he forgot himself and threw his arms around her, kissing her passionately. To his joy, she responded, and they fell back on the bed, his blanket slipping off and her robe falling open. He felt the magnificent swelling of her big tits against his bare chest, and immediately he had the hardest, strongest erection of his life.
Hilda felt it, too, felt the biggest cock she'd ever known stiffening and nudging against her belly. Her cunt creamed wildly, and she wanted his dick inside her. "Oh, Ralph!" she gurgled.
"Hilda?" He was fondling her breasts now, but still uncertain of his welcome. Anxiously he looked down at her flushed face, trying to read her thoughts. "Hilda, do you want to-?" He left out the vulgar word that came to his mind.
But she knew exactly what he meant. "Oh, yes, Ralph!" she cooed. "Yes, I do!"
Trembling with joy and excitement, Ralph quickly drew off her nightgown and mounted her, his cock twitching and creaming. Hilda trembled, too. Never had she been so excited about a man, never had she wanted anyone so much as she wanted Ralph Webster. As the huge fat head of his cock entered the pulsing mouth of her cunt, she gasped and opened her legs wide to him. His magnificent giant prick slid slowly, deliciously into her.
"Ohhhhh! Yes, yes!" she moaned, forgetting her modesty now. "Fuck me, Ralph! I want you so badly!"
"Ummmm!" sighed Ralph. "I want you, Hilda! I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I first saw you!" Her cunt was amazingly tight and juicy, delicious to probe with his sensitive cockhead. He sighed again as he achieved full penetration and felt his swollen balls nestle against her ass. Then, denied this pleasure far too long, he began to bang her like a madman.
"Oh, yes, yes, YES!" wailed Hilda, wrapping her long legs around his buttocks, urging him deeper into her. "I love it, Ralph! Ahhhhhh!"
Ralph Webster felt he could ask nothing more of life. She was his, and she was far more passionate than he'd dreamed. He would never let this woman go. And Hilda was thinking similar thoughts. Ralph Webster was everything she needed in a man-a real gentleman who was also a tremendous stud. She would have no need for other men-or boys-if she had Ralph.
In their wild excitement, they were cumming violently in less than a minute, Hilda screaming and bucking, Ralph almost sobbing as his long-denied balls emptied their load of stored-up cum, stream after stream that flooded her narrow cunt and overflowed to pool on the bedspread beneath them.
When they caught their breath, he grinned shyly but proudly at her and said, "Good enough for you?"
"Oh, dear, yes!" sighed Hilda, hugging him. Then,-more seriously, "Oh, Ralph, if only we could get away from this awful place! I want to be with you, but not at Hillcrest."
He nodded in complete agreement. "No problem. I can get another job any day. Why don't we get dressed and tell Major Beadle we're quitting?"
"Wonderful!" cried Hilda.
When they were dressed they went hand-in-hand to the garden. "We'd getter not bust in on him if he's still wrapped up in his orgy," Ralph said and grinned. "He'd be sore as hell. Let's just take a look, and if he's-uh, preoccupied, we can just leave him a note."
"Right!" agreed Hilda.
They crept up to the clearing, and, sure enough, the orgy was still in full swing. Even more astounding acrobatics had been introduced to the scene by now. Mavis crouched before Luther Braun, sucking his fat little cock, while Major Beadle lay beneath her poking her dripping cunt with his prodigious tool, and behind her, balling her in the ass, Sam was just cumming with a joyous yelp-no sooner had he staggered away, then Marvin took his place, ramming his stiff little rod into Mavis's tight pungent asshole.
"Well," giggled Hilda, "I guess we'd better not interrupt! We-" She stopped abruptly as she heard heavy footsteps in the woods. "What's that?"
Ralph peered into the shadows. "My God, the cops! Somebody in the neighborhood must have called them! Let's get out of here, we don't want to be involved in this!"
He grabbed Hilda's hand and they crept away, quickly but quietly. In the distance they could hear voices:
"Major Calvin Beadle? You're under arrest."
"Confound it!" came the Major's voice. "Right in the middle of a glorious fuck! Couldn't you have had the decency to wait?"
They didn't hear the policeman's reply. They rushed upstairs, threw their belongings into suitcases, and prepared to leave Hillcrest Academy forever. Hilda, however, could not resist taking one more look out the window. Down below they saw the police leading away Major Beadle, Mavis, and Luther Braun.
"I wonder what happened to the boys?" said Hilda.
Her question was answered by smothered giggles. She and Ralph whirled around and saw Sam and Marvin standing in the doorway of her room.
"We got away!" Sam cried gleefully. "Oh, man, was the Major pissed!"
"I'll bet he was!" chuckled Ralph. "Well, you fellows run along to bed now. You've had a long day."
When the boys had gone, Hilda said, "Well, I don't think we ought to leave just yet. Someone should stay with the boys till tomorrow, and then we can contact their parents and send them home." Her suitcase was on the bed, and she leaned over it to fish out a clean nightgown. Ralph, grinning to himself, approached her from behind and raised her skirt.
"I agree," he said softly, "we can't abandon the boys. And I've just thought of a wonderful way to pass the time." He quickly pulled down her panties and eased his erect cock between her legs, searching out the moist hot mouth of her cunt. When he found it, he sighed and slipped his long prick inside.
"Why, Ralph!" squealed Hilda. "What a marvelous idea!"
