Her Delivery Boys
by Erika Norman
(RX-327)


FOREWORD 

The novel Her Delivery Boys tells of a very common problem and some very 
bizarre solutions for it. While it is the solutions which provide much of 
the story's drama and interest, the problem is important enough to be 
considered by itself, if only briefly. Recently newspapers and magazines 
have been mentioning a newly christened and newly discovered phenomenon, the 
"Twenty Year Itch," that is, the sharply rising divorce rate among 
middle-aged American couples. As our traditional and rather Victorian mores 
break down, divorce seems to become more acceptable to long-married couples 
who, in an earlier age, would have tried to live with their problems rather 
than risk the public censure given to a broken marriage. In many ways this 
new trend is welcome. Most of us nowadays would agree that divorce is far 
preferable to continuing a miserable marriage. But in some cases of the 
"Twenty Year Itch" couples are too quick to abandon what, with a little 
effort, might be a very good marriage indeed. This is true of the hero and 
heroine of the present work, Herbert and Hilda Archer. 

Herbert and Hilda, in their forties, experience an understandable desire for 
change in their humdrum sex life. What they fail to understand, until almost 
too late, is that they can find this change with each other. A popular and 
highly-trained authority on the subject is Dr. David Reuben, author of 
Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex and of Any Woman Can. In the 
former book, his chapter "September Sex" is particularly apropos to our 
subject. Dr. Reuben there discusses the common (but erroneous) belief that 
with middle-age people become too old for sex. Many older people, like 
Herbert and Hilda, therefore feel guilty even thinking about sex. But in 
answer to the question "When does a person get too old for sex?" Dr. Reuben 
replies "Never. Because of their amazing resilience, the sexual organs just 
don't wear out ... intercourse is feasible (and desirable) until the day one 
departs for a better world." 

Herbert and Hilda, then, secretly desire more excitement in their sex life 
yet at the same time feel guilty about their desires. In addition, they are 
both at a "menopausal" stage of life which presents peculiar problems. Of 
the middle-aged female, Dr. Reuben says that "some women have a tremendous 
increase in sexual drive after menstruation stops....At a time when (a 
husband's) sexual interest and ability may be slipping, his wife suddenly is 
rejuvenated. Her demands may be more than he can handle." But there is a 
"male menopause" as well, during which, according to Reuben, a man often 
panics and "tries to prove that he can still do it like he used to. First he 
tries sex with his wife-when that flops, he seeks out a sympathetic third 
party....Many marriages are destroyed at this stage by a combination of the 
husband's sexual panic and the wife's lack of understanding." 

This almost happens to Herbert and Hilda Archer when each separately 
attempts unorthodox solutions to the problem of middle-age sex, choosing 
partners young enough to be their children or, in Hilda's case, 
grandchildren. By having sex with mere youngsters, they seek to recapture 
their own youth. In a sense they fail, since physical youth cannot be 
restored, but in another sense they succeed marvelously, opening up whole 
new worlds of sexual pleasure, and in this way save their marriage. 
Obviously the solution of Herbert and Hilda is not for everyone, involving 
as it does erotic entanglements which are not only subject to social 
disapproval but also, in some states, to legal prosecution. It is fortunate 
indeed for Herbert and Hilda that their dangerous experiments give way to a 
happier and saner answer to their problem. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Herbert Archer felt his cock stiffening, and he discreetly covered his lap 
with that day's edition of the San Francisco Chronicle. He glanced quickly 
at his wife Hilda, who sat at the opposite end of the sofa, to see if she'd 
noticed his growing erection. No; her eyes were glued to the television 
screen. Herbert breathed a sigh of relief and turned to watch, too. It was 
the late, late movie, a remarkably uncensored Danish film about two young 
lovers, and it was responsible for the abrupt misbehavior of Herbert's 
penis. Secretly horny, he gawked at the teenage heroine on the screen, at 
her plump, naked breasts with their sweet dark nipples, at the way she 
eagerly offered herself to the young hero. Oh, God, if only Hilda could dig 
sex like that girl did! 

Unknown to Herbert Archer, his wife was struggling to remain still and 
dignified as a hot flood of juice poured from her aroused cunt, soaking the 
crotch of her panties and wetting the skirt of her sensible navy blue dress. 
She licked her lips as she watched the teenage hero of the film, a boy no 
more than fifteen, his broad naked shoulders, taut belly, beautifully 
muscled arms, and the way he hungrily made love to the young girl. If only 
Herbert were so fresh, handsome, and virile! 

"Any more coffee left?" Herbert muttered as a commercial came on. He had to 
get Hilda out of the room for a moment so he could get up and put on his 
bathrobe to cover his swollen prick. Christ, how that little Danish chick 
was turning him on! 

"Oh!" exclaimed Hilda, who had been daydreaming. "Oh, yes, I think so, dear. 
I'll get it." She moved out of the room almost sideways, so that her husband 
would not see the stain of pussy juice on her skirt. That boy, that 
beautiful boy! To have a lover like him! 

A few moments later Herbert and Hilda returned to the living room, be in his 
bathrobe and she with the coffee, and resumed their places at opposite ends 
of the sofa. Anyone happening to glance in the window would have assumed 
them to be an average, long-married middle-aged couple, certainly not 
preoccupied with sex. Herbert Archer was 48, skinny, balding, and mousy, and 
he wore rimless glasses and had the bright pale blue eyes of a rabbit. Hilda 
Archer was shaped like a matronly chicken, with the pouting, fattened 
breasts, belly and buttocks common to women her age, which was 44. One could 
easily imagine the Archers dressing for church or tending their lawn and 
flower beds or taking a bus tour of Disneyland and the Southwest. One could 
scarcely imagine them fucking. 

Yet as they watched the last part of the foreign movie, consisting chiefly 
of a long scene with the teenage couple in bed, Herbert and Hilda could 
think of nothing but their raging need for sex. And both felt ashamed. 
Herbert was chiding himself silently, Go take a cold shower, you old goat! 
And Hilda was thinking, Dear God, what's the matter with me, some hormone 
problem? 

The movie ended, and Herbert and Hilda sighed. In their bedroom they 
undressed with their backs to each other, as they had modestly done for all 
twenty years of their marriage, Herbert putting on his blue flannel pajamas, 
Hilda her long pink flannel nightgown. 

"Think I'll shave tonight," Herbert said, "so I won't have to do it in the 
morning." 

"Very well, dear," said Hilda, climbing into their double bed. Herbert 
turned off the bedroom light so she could sleep, entered the bathroom, and 
closed the door. Hilda sighed and stretched out in bed, wishing that the 
nagging ache in her vagina would go away. It embarrassed her deeply that she 
should crave sex like that. She had never in her life been horny, had 
scarcely thought about sex, up until the past year. Now it was getting to be 
chronic, like a plague, and she didn't know what to do about it. It would be 
too humiliating to ask Herbert to make love to her, and, besides, she 
doubted he could even get it up any more. He seemed to have lost interest in 
sex long ago. 

Absently Hilda ran her hands over her plump body, the mounds of middle-aged 
fat, then stopped abruptly as she felt her soft mons beneath the nightgown. 
In the dark she blushed. Of course she knew of that practice, 
masturbation-one couldn't help reading about it nowadays, all the magazines 
were becoming so liberal and outspoken. But she'd never dreamed of trying it 
herself. Good Lord, no! Her mother had told her, when she was a child, that 
it was nasty and evil, that only the most depraved people did it. Yet, she 
wondered desperately, wouldn't it be the answer to her problem? Wasn't 
anything better than this constant state of need? 

Hesitantly, blushing even redder, Hilda raised her nightgown to her waist. 
Guiltily she glanced at the bathroom door, where a thin sliver of light 
showed, and listened. Herbert was humming to himself, running the water, 
apparently just beginning his shave. She would have a little time to 
herself. Burning with shame, she touched the soft hair of her mons, then 
carefully worked her finger between the fat furry lips and touched the wet 
hot bump of her clitoris. 

"Oooo!" squeaked Hilda. She had never touched herself there before and so 
had had no idea of how good it would feel. Too wickedly good, she decided, 
quickly withdrawing her finger. But it was amazing-one little touch, and a 
sharp sting of pleasure leaped through her pelvis and made her soaked cunt 
cream even faster. No, she mustn't do such a lewd thing! 

Hilda signed in the darkness, rolled over on her belly, and tried to go to 
sleep. No good, she was just too upset. Try to think of something pleasant. 
Instantly she saw the teenage hero of the movie, his exquisite naked body, 
his eager and knowing dark eyes. Dear God, how beautiful it would be to have 
him here in bed with her, making love to her! She pushed her face into the 
pillow to stifle a moan of desire, and hot juice gushed from her cunt to 
trickle between her plump thighs and dampen her nightgown. I can't stand it, 
she thought wildly, I just can't stand this torture any longer! I must have 
relief! 

Feverishly she rolled over on her back again and, in the still darkness of 
the bedroom, began to fantasize the handsome boy of the movie, climbing onto 
the bed, kissing her, reassuring her of his love, then gently easing himself 
between her legs. She lifted her nightgown for him, spread her thighs wide 
in welcome. She could see him so clearly, wanted him so much. He would make 
love to her now, that would be wonderful. But what would his penis be like? 
Hilda found herself at a loss, her fantasy interrupted. It would be no good 
if she couldn't visualize his cock, but of course that hadn't been shown in 
the movie. 

Hilda had seen only one penis in her whole life, Herbert's, and it was not 
one of her favorite sights. It was really too gross. Belying his thin frame 
and timid manner, Herbert's cock was quite long and fat, and when erect it 
almost frightened Hilda in its redskinned swollen fury, its bumpy blue veins 
forced rigid and twisted, its cream-oozing glans hole. Not that he did much 
with it, she thought wistfully, except pump it in and out a few times before 
wheezing and sighing as he came. But Herbert's big tool was ugly. She could 
not imagine her young hero having a cock like that. 

No, his would be smooth and white and immature, a pretty thing to see and 
touch, about the size of her middle finger ... She blushed again as an idea 
came to her, an idea monstrous in its wickedness yet the perfect solution to 
her problem. Why not carry her fantasy to its logical conclusion, using her 
own finger to imitate the young hero's penis? Her heart pounded at her own 
daring, yet she had to know, at least, what it would feel like. Again she 
brought back the image of the handsome teenage boy kneeling between her 
outstretched thighs, preparing to work his stiff young cock into her 
creaming vagina. Hardly breathing, Hilda again eased her finger between the 
soft-haired lips of her mons, over her fat wet clit and swollen labia, 
sighing with the pleasure of her own touch, till she reached the dribbling, 
aching mouth of her cunt. Slowly she inserted her finger. 

"Ahhhh!" sighed Hilda. It was just what she needed, just what her body cried 
for, this long stiff penetration, her finger moving rigidly up the steaming 
passage of her cunt, all the way to the pulpy tip of her womb. "Ahhhh, God, 
yes! 

She knew she would do it now, she would masturbate, she couldn't resist! It 
was just too good! In her fantasy the young hero sighed as he felt his small 
cock bathed in her juicy heat, then sank down onto her, his hard smooth 
chest flattening her plump breasts, his firm hands grasping her hips as he 
began to work his cock inside her. Her finger moved, in and out, slowly but 
stiffly, fucking her as a young lover would fuck her, and she began to moan 
softly and steadily. She had never felt such pleasure in her life, had never 
realized how good sex could be until now. 

"Ummmm!" Hilda moaned, her voice hoarse and abandoned. "Ummmm, yes, my 
darling, yes, that's heavenly! It's so good, the way you're fucking me! I 
could die, it feels so good!" 

She felt her cunt juicing hotly and heavily all around her moving finger, 
felt her muscular vaginal walls clenching and unclenching as if to hold the 
pseudo-penis and pull it deeper inside. Why had Herbert never fucked her 
this way, in long, sensual, slow probings of his cock? Dear God, how much 
she had missed! 

She imagined her young lover growing more and more excited now, unable to 
delay any longer, and beginning to speed his thrusts, his taut belly 
slamming against her soft fat abdomen, his breath growing harsh and ragged. 
She moved her finger accordingly, in short fast pumping and sawing motions, 
and found that it heightened her excitement, too. Was it possible that she 
might achieve a climax? She had never even considered it, had only obeyed an 
instinctive need for penetration and friction. Hilda had never had an orgasm 
before and had long ago given up hope of knowing what it was like. But her 
wild, almost insane arousal was new also, and she sensed it was leading 
somewhere. She didn't know where, but it would be good, she could tell that 
much. 

Her probing finger was very wet and sticky now, and she found herself 
pumping her wide hips in time to the fantasized fucking of her teenage 
lover. There were embarrassing noises now, the slurping and sucking of her 
stiff finger in the juicy tightness of her cunt, but Hilda didn't care. She 
felt herself flying, weightless, and a strange throbbing began deep in her 
vagina, waving out in successive stings of sensation, when suddenly her 
whole body began to convulse with blinding pleasure. She knew she was going 
to scream, and she quickly pulled a pillow over her face to stifle the 
noise. N 

"Ummppfff!" came her smothered exclamation of joy. "UHHHHHH!" The bed 
squeaked as her plump body continued to rock and writhe, and she pumped her 
finger furiously in her soaked cunt till she had ground out every bit of 
sweet sensation. Then she flung the pillow away and gasped for air. So that 
was cumming! Nothing in her life had made her feel so wildly happy, so 
completely satisfied, as that! Now she would sleep, and sleep well. She 
glanced drowsily at the bathroom door and thought, Oh, Herbert, you'll never 
know how wonderful it is! You poor old man.... 

In the small bathroom Herbert Archer had taken out his shaving equipment, 
looked at himself in the mirror, and then realized that he had no intention 
of shaving at all. His unconscious mind had led him into the privacy of the 
bathroom for another reason. Yes, to jack off into the toilet, his usual 
practice when he got unbearably horny. In the long run it was easier and 
even more satisfying than trying to ball Hilda. Easier, because his wife was 
usually "too tired" or had some other excuse not to make love, and more 
satisfying because Hilda always lay limp and unresponding beneath him, while 
in his masturbation fantasies he could conjure up partners who were sensual, 
passionate, and eager. And tonight he knew right away who his fantasy 
partner would be, the beautiful teenage heroine of the late, late movie. 

Herbert sighed and lifted his semi-flaccid prick out of his pajamas, 
fondling it rather absently while he recalled the details of the girl's 
appearance. He wanted her image to be vivid. Soon he had her before him, 
teasing and impish, sticking out the tip of her pink tongue in lewd 
invitation. He imagined himself reaching out to touch her, running his hands 
over her smooth, firm young body, while she mischievously played with his 
cock and balls. With his hand he imitated the tickling play of her little 
fingers, grazing and then warmly massaging his testicles, pumping the long 
white shaft of his penis, rubbing the cream-oozing glans. He imagined a 
bubbly, giggly girl who loved cock, playing with it, tasting it, sucking it, 
and in a matter of seconds his prick was rock hard. He pictured the naked 
girl kneeling before him, fascinated with his stiff-standing cock, drawing 
it toward her red lips, sucking it into the fierce heat of her mouth to 
tongue and squeeze it. But it was hard to accompany this fantasy with the 
appropriate stimulation of his cock; his dry hand was nothing like the 
juicy, slick, hot nest of a woman's mouth. 

As a matter-of-fact, Herbert had been growing bored lately with his age-old 
method of jerking off, the familiar pumping fist. He'd done that to himself 
since adolescence and had never really thought much about it except as a 
quick method of relief and fun, until the present, the past few months, when 
his sexual needs had suddenly and mysteriously picked up and he had begun to 
feel a craving for variety and excitement. Damn nuisance, really, rather 
like a second adolescence. He seemed to be horny all the time, and never 
content with a quick jerk off in the bathroom. 

Impatiently, Herbert looked around, saw a wash cloth, and wet it with warm 
water. He wrapped it around his wagging, stiff cock, then curled his fist 
around the cloth and pumped tentatively. Yes, that was better! Easy now to 
fantasize the girl's sweet sucking, the roughness of her tongue, the bathing 
heat of her saliva. Herbert grunted contentedly and tweaked the tip of his 
cock through the wet cloth. The girl was an imp: she would suck him, tickle 
his balls, till he was on the very verge of cumming-and then abruptly pull 
away, laughing, taunting. His swollen red prick would loll alone in the air, 
thwarted. He would reach out for the girl, but she would giggle and twist 
away. He saw her laughing, licking her lips with little pink tongue. 

"Please," he whispered, "please, no more games. Let me put my cock in you 
now." 

She arched an eyebrow. "Not unless you can give me a really good fuck." 

"Oh, I can," Herbert murmured, "the best you ever had. Look at my prick, how 
big and long it is. Wouldn't you like to feel that inside you?" 

The girl stepped closer and reached out to touch his swollen meat. Her eyes 
sparkled. "Yes," she said and grinned, "yes, I would. Go ahead, put it in, 
and I'll tell you if I like it." 

Herbert was shaking with excitement now as he neared the climax of his 
fantasy. But the wash cloth was no good for this part, it didn't feel like 
the slick, tight tunnel of a young girl's cunt. He glanced around, then 
tossed aside the wet cloth and seized two bars of soap, ran water over them, 
and took a bar in each fist. Holding the slippery bars close together, he 
jabbed the creaming tip of his aching cock between them, let it slide their 
length. Yes, yes, great idea! That was just right! 

He hurried back to his fantasy, in which the girl was standing before him, 
her pretty legs slightly spread, presenting the curly dark hair of her mons 
as a target. Herbert poised the purplish bloated tip of his cock before the 
two bars of soap, just as he might aim at the juicy indentation of her cunt 
mouth. 

"Ready?" he grinned. "I think you'll like this!" He thrust his cock into the 
slick, tight nest, moaning at the pleasant friction. 

"Ohhhh!" gasped his fantasy girl. "Oh, yes, it feels great! Fuck me, yes, 
fuck me!" 

Herbert began pumping his stiff prick rapidly between the two bars of soap, 
imagining the pretty young girl writhing and squealing before him as he 
stuffed her narrow but eager cunt. She loved it, God, how she loved it! He 
longed for such a girl, a girl who loved to screw. Not like Hilda, a cold 
and motionless mound of fat who accepted his lunging prick as she might 
receive a rattlesnake. Hilda, Hilda, he thought dizzily, why can't you wake 
up, why can't you open yourself to the greatest pleasure there is? But he 
quickly forgot Hilda, even forgot his fantasy girl, as a thundering orgasm 
shook his body and his cock noisily spat streaks of cum into the sink. 

He managed to stifle incipient yelps of joy, and moments later he was 
leaning dizzy and drained against the sink, feeling a little foolish now. 
My, my, he thought, I do believe the magic's gone out of my marriage! No, 
that wasn't accurate. There never had been any magic in it. He and Hilda, 
both raised by strict, puritanical parents, had grown up believing that sex 
is nasty, that nice people take no pleasure in it, and this belief had 
ruined their sex life before it even got started. He had no doubt that it 
was too late for Hilda. She was so repressed, so inhibited, that she would 
never change. But he, Herbert Archer, had somehow come alive this year, 
awake to the incredible pleasures of sex. Herbert sighed: he wanted to ball 
every pretty woman he saw, but he was reduced to fucking two bars of soap. 
Ludicrous, he thought, stuffing his limp cock back into his pajamas and 
turning out the bathroom light. This whole thing is ludicrous. But what else 
can I do? He crawled into bed beside a snoring Hilda.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Hilda had just stepped out of the shower, naked and dripping, when the 
doorbell rang. Damn, she thought, I should never try to shower in the 
afternoon-there's always something!With Herbert still at work, there was no 
one to answer the door but her. Again the doorbell rang, and Hilda grabbed 
the nearest available garment, a filmy black negligee, fumbled into it, and 
hurried to the door. 

She opened the door and gawked. It was Barry, the twelve-year-old paper boy, 
a blue-eyed, tow-headed, tan boy who was very familiar to her. But she was 
struck with his remarkable resemblance to the young hero of last night's 
movie, the beautiful teenager who had aroused her to the unthinkable act of 
masturbation. My God, yes, Barry looked just like him! 

"Why, hello, Barry," she stammered. "What can I do for you?" 

"I-uh, came to collect for the paper," the boy replied, blushing. 

Hilda wondered at his confusion. Barry had never shown signs of shyness 
before. Then she realized that he was staring goggle-eyed at her body. Oh, 
my God, the negligee! You could see through it! 

Indeed you could. Barry had done a double take when Hilda first opened the 
door. For a second he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dignified, dowdy 
Mrs. Archer stood there in the doorway, her manner much the same as usual, 
but he could see right through the gown she was wearing, her tits and navel 
and a lot of dark hair in a triangular patch on her lower belly. He'd never 
seen a woman's body before, and in spite of himself he couldn't tear his 
eyes away. 

Hilda realized that if Barry could see through her negligee, so could the 
neighbors. "You'd better come inside, Barry," she said quickly. "I'll have 
to hunt for my purse." 

The gawking boy stumbled slightly as he entered, and when Hilda closed the 
door behind them, he was still staring, red-faced but fascinated. She went 
off to find her purse, and Barry gaped at the sight of her plump white 
buttocks beneath the thin gown. Oh, jeez, wait till he told the guys about 
this! 

As Hilda went to the bedroom to find her purse, a wild idea occurred to her, 
something even more wicked than what she had done to herself in bed last 
night. Her conscience rejected the scheme immediately, but her cunt, which 
had no conscience, contracted sharply and creamed, sending a hot trickle of 
juice down her inner thigh. Oh, God, it might work! It just might work! She 
knew only that she wanted to keep Barry in the house for a while, to enjoy 
his remarkable resemblance to her fantasized lover of last night. Naked, 
would he look the same? What would his boyish cock be like? 

When she returned with her purse, Barry's reaction was just as she'd hoped. 
He couldn't resist glancing at her body again, though he blushed as he did 
so. 

"Why, Barry!" she said and laughed. "I hardly think I'm Miss Universe! 
Haven't you ever seen a woman undressed before?" 

The boy looked as if he might faint from embarrassment, but Hilda's calm and 
friendly smile gave him the courage to speak. "Oh, golly, Mrs. Archer!" he 
squeaked. "I'm sorry for being so rude! It's just that-well, no, I never saw 
a naked lady before. Please forgive me for staring!" 

"I'm not angry, Barry," replied Hilda warmly. "You can look all you like." 
And she unfastened the silk cord of the negligee and let the garment fall 
off her shoulders to flutter lightly to the floor. 

Barry's blue eyes widened till they threatened to pop, and his mouth fell 
open. Holy shit, this just couldn't be happening! Mrs. Archer had taken off 
her gown right in front of him, invited him to look at her naked body! Well, 
he sure as hell wasn't going to miss a chance like this, no matter how crazy 
the situation! Swallowing hard, still blushing deeply, Barry walked closer 
to Hilda and let his eyes sweep over her. 

She was a little plump and saggy, but not actually too bad for a middle-aged 
woman, he decided. Her tits were average size, so far as he could judge, but 
nicely rounded, with pretty pink nipples, the skin very white and traced 
with faint blue veins. She was big in the waist, hips, and belly, but her 
ass was pleasantly rounded like her breasts, soft and pale. But what chiefly 
interested Barry was the dark triangle of curly hair at the bottom of her 
belly. He was aware that adults grew hair around their genitals, but he'd 
had no idea exactly how it looked, and he hadn't expected it to be so 
pretty. Automatically he reached out to touch it, then jerked his hand back, 
blushing hard. She'd said he could look, but she hadn't invited him to paw 
her! 

"That's all right, Barry," Hilda purred. "You can touch me if you like." 

He glanced at her unbelievingly, saw her smile of encouragement, and sighed. 
Too much! Already he could hear himself telling his pals about it. "She let 
me touch her tits and pussy and everything!" But, hell, they wouldn't 
believe it! Even he couldn't believe it! 

Gingerly Barry extended a tan, slightly grubby hand and ran his fingers 
lightly over Hilda's darkhaired snatch. It was soft, very soft, nice to 
touch. He petted it with more confidence, and beneath the black curls he 
could feel plump hot flesh. It seemed so funny, no cock or balls, but he 
liked it. Eagerly the boy ran his hands up Hilda's cushiony body till he was 
touching her fat white breasts. He had never felt skin so thin and soft and 
warm, and he shivered a little and sighed as he ran his palms over the plump 
globes. Her pink nipples had a bumpy surface, and when he touched them, Mrs. 
Archer sighed softly, as if she enjoyed it. 

Yes, her boobs were nice, all right, but he wanted to get back to that 
mysterious patch of fur. All her female organs, the parts he was dying to 
see, were behind it somewhere. He slid his hand down again to press the 
curly dark hairs, feeling the plump mound of flesh beneath, then wriggled a 
finger through the little forest of curls and found lip-like contours. He 
nudged his finger between the lips and encountered slick hairless flesh, 
very hot and moist. Mrs. Archer gasped. 

"Oh, golly, Mrs. Archer!" cried Barry. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine, Barry," she crooned, "just fine. I like to be touched there. You 
may continue." 

She spread her legs a little, so he could get his hand between them, then 
closed her eyes and concentrated on the thrill of being touched in the most 
sensitive part of her body. Even his brief play with her breasts had made 
her desperately horny, and now his little fingers tweaking and rubbing her 
clit were driving her wild. 

"Ahhhh, yes, Barry!" she sighed. "Yes, keep doing that, it feels very nice!" 

Barry wasn't certain what he was touching, some fat little bump of flesh, 
but he wanted to please her. She had been so nice to him, letting him see 
and touch her body. He took the moist nub between thumb and forefinger and 
began to squeeze it gently and rhythmically. 

"Like that, Mrs. Archer?" he inquired. "Is that how you like it?" 

"That's lovely, Barry!" she gasped. "Just do it a little more, please, just 
for a moment!" 

Sharp stings of pleasure shot from her clit as the boy's fingers squeezed 
it, and then Hilda moaned as a small but infinitely sweet orgasm waved out 
from her fat bud, making her cunt convulse and squirt. 

"Ohhhh!" she sighed. "Oh, Barry, that was so nice!" She rubbed her thighs 
together to catch the hotly trickling cunt juices, then smiled at the boy. 
"Now I'll do something pleasant for you," she purred. 

Before Barry quite knew what was happening, Hilda was on her knees before 
him, her tits swaying with her movement, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his 
fly, and pulling his jeans down over his ass. He was very embarrassed 
because he hadn't worn shorts that day, and she could see his cock and 
balls. But Hilda did not appear shocked. She was smiling as she reached 
around and briefly squeezed his buttocks, then eyed his little limp cock and 
flushed sagging balls. He heard her breathe in sharply. 

"Oh," she murmured, "they're sweet! Just like I'd hoped!" 

It was true-the young boy's drooping penis and flaccid testicles were just 
as she had imagined her dream lover's to be, pure and hairless and pretty. 
His uncircumcised prick ended in a little wrinkled point, and the slim shaft 
was almost blue-white in its paleness. The small organ was about the size of 
her middle finger, as she'd fantasized, but it possessed a kind of cuddly 
softness that her finger lacked. In contrast to her husband's big 
wiry-haired balls, Barry's testicles were nude and rosy pink, the surface 
delicately ridged. It was all there before her, like a dream come true, but 
did she dare to do more than look? He was only a little boy, after all, and 
it would be wicked and immoral to seduce him. Well, a little touching would 
do no harm, surely. 

Hilda swallowed hard, then reached out and took Barry's drooping little 
penis in her hand. Dear God, it was sweet! So warm, soft, and pleasant to 
touch! She curled her fingers around it, gave it a little pump in her fist, 
and delighted in the way the silky thin skin slipped and slid. Laying the 
fat little cock in her palm, she used thumb and forefinger to test the 
wrinkled tip, working the loose skin back to expose the very tip of the tiny 
red glans. But then she hesitated: 

"I'm not hurting you, am I, Barry?" 

The boy started, as if he'd been daydreaming. "Huh? Oh, no, Mrs. Archer! It 
feels good," he said and sighed. 

As a matter-of-fact, he wished she'd go on all day playing with his cock. 
He'd been ashamed and a little nervous when she took down his pants and 
started looking at his penis and testicles, but as soon as she began to 
touch him, all his apprehension vanished, replaced by the lulling, sweet 
pleasure of her touch. It was especially good when she started working back 
his foreskin. Barry didn't understand why it should all be so pleasant, but 
he sure as hell wasn't going to protest! 

Hilda happily went back to tweaking the sweet little point of his prick, 
gently but steadily slipping the skin back till she had uncovered the red 
nut beneath. She admired its delicate cleft and pinpoint hole, then tested 
the surface with her finger: moist, silky, hot. Barry sighed and closed his 
eyes, and Hilda, sensing his pleasure in being touched on that most 
sensitive of spots, began to trace her fingertip lightly around the little 
red glans, slowly circling and rubbing. The boy shivered and sighed again. 

"Aw, jeez, Mrs. Archer!" he whined. "That feels so great! I-Hey, what the 
hell?" 

They both stared. Under the steady stimulation of Hilda's finger, his small 
prick had suddenly stiffened and lengthened, till now, as Hilda released it, 
it stood straight up, nuzzling his belly. She saw that his balls had swelled 
up, too, filling their sac and flushing deep red. 

"Jesus!" exclaimed Barry, puzzled and a little alarmed. "Look how big my 
cock got! It never did that before! And my balls feel funny, all tight and 
stiff! What's wrong with me, Mrs. Archer?" 

Hilda felt a sudden spurt of saliva in her mouth, and she swallowed before 
replying softly, "Nothing's wrong with you, Barry. This is perfectly normal. 
When a woman does nice things to your cock, it swells up and gets hard." 

"I can see that," Barry replied, "but why? What does it get big for?" 

Hilda blushed. She had not intended to make this a sex education session. In 
fact she could hardly bring herself to talk about sex, even to her husband. 
But the boy seemed worried, and she had to calm him. 

"Well, Barry," she said hesitantly, "it's so you can put your penis into a 
woman and squirt out your seed, to make babies. Do you know anything about 
that?" 

"Oh, yeah," answered Barry, "my Dad told me about it. I understand now, 
except for one thing he didn't make clear. Just where does a guy put his 
cock, when he puts it in the woman?" 

Hilda blushed even redder. "In her vagina, a special hole between her legs." 

"Could I see yours?" Barry asked eagerly. 

"Not now, dear," Hilda answered, horribly embarrassed. Things were getting 
out of hand, and she wanted to distract the boy from the subject of fucking. 
Abruptly she realized how she could do it and, at the same time, satisfy a 
peculiar urge which had been growing in her since the first moment she'd 
seen his pretty little penis. For reasons she could not understand, and in 
spite of her distaste for the idea in the abstract, Hilda knew she wanted to 
take Barry's prick in her mouth and suck on it. Why this crazy urge? The 
idea of oral sex had always repelled her, and she had never permitted 
Herbert even to touch her genitals, nor had she ever touched his. But with 
Barry it was different. His little cock was so pure, so clean and inviting. 
Saliva kept rushing to her mouth as she looked at and played with his tiny 
stiff prick, and suddenly she gave in to her lust and sucked the little rod 
into her mouth. 

"Hey! Ahhhh! Ohhh!" cried Barry, alarmed both by her sudden weird action and 
by the dizzying pleasure he felt as his cock was sucked into the hot juice 
of her mouth. "Hey, Mrs. Archer, what're you doing?" 

Hilda pulled her hungry mouth off his cock for a moment to reply in a 
breathless voice, "Don't be afraid, Barry! This is going to be very 
pleasant. I'm going to let you squirt your seed in my mouth. It's called 
cumming, and I know you'll like it. Just relax and let me do the work." 

Barry's reply turned into a shrill squeal of joy as she sucked his prick 
swiftly back inside. Hilda hoped he would lose himself in pleasure and 
forget his fears: she couldn't bear to be interrupted again. It was 
delicious, feeling that stiff little prick in the curl of her tongue, 
rubbing her palate and the lining of her cheeks, like sucking on candy. She 
worked her tongue-tip all around the silk-skinned glans, savoring its light 
salty taste, and then she began to suck on the boy's small hard cock very 
fast, very vigorously, suddenly wild with excitement to have him cum, to 
feel his virgin cream spurting into her throat. She didn't understand this 
crazy urge, she only obeyed it, grabbing his small tight ass and pulling him 
up close to her to get the full length of his cock. 

Barry felt hot wet pressure all around his stiff little penis, delicious 
bathing and sucking and tonguing that made him wildly excited. He gasped, 
steadied himself by clutching Hilda's shoulders, and obeyed the urge to pump 
his hips, feeding her his small rod in short, sharp strokes. Something was 
tingling in the very tip of his cock, and then the beautiful sensation was 
spreading to his whole body, while his balls seemed to clench and unclench, 
his cock to ripple and strain. He felt a sweet burning sensation in the hole 
of his glans, then realized that he was starting to squirt his seed into 
Mrs. Archer's mouth. 

"Aw, shit, yeah!" he squealed. "Ahhhhh!" 

Hilda gulped his shooting seed, greedy for all of it, till she pumped him 
dry. The trembling boy collapsed in her arms, and she laid him tenderly on 
the rug, licking her lips clean of delicious cum. 

"Ummmm!" she murmured. "So nice! Let me get just a little more, darling." 
She bent swiftly over the supine boy and licked his floppy little penis 
clean of its dribbling seed. 

"Oh, wow, Mrs. Archer!" sighed Barry. "I never felt anything so great in my 
life! Thanks a lot!" 

"It was my pleasure, Barry," Hilda replied. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." 

"Did I ever enjoy it!" he chuckled. "What did you say it was called, 
cumming?" 

"That's right, dear," cooed Hilda. "And earlier, when you played with that 
little lump between my legs, you made me cum, too." 

"Oh, so that's what happened?" Barry said wonderingly. "Golly, Mrs. Archer, 
I didn't get to finish looking at you, either. Could I do that now? Could-?" 

He stopped abruptly, and both of them held quite still as they heard a car 
pulling into the driveway. Hilda's heart leaped. My God, she'd forgotten all 
about the time! That would be Herbert, home from work! 

"Quick, Barry!" she whispered urgently. "Pull up your pants and get out by 
the back door! My husband will be furious if he finds us like this!" 

Barry obeyed, and Mrs. Archer gave him a playful slap on the ass as he 
scurried out of the room. She heard him close the back door, and in the next 
second Herbert was entering by the front. She had managed to slip back into 
her negligee, but she knew she looked flushed and dishevelled. 

Herbert did not even notice. He wheezed past her with a casual, " 'Lo, dear. 
Do anything interesting today?" 

Oh, no, Hilda thought to herself, I just sucked off the paper boy! She 
answered her husband dully, "No, nothing much. How was your day?" 

"The usual," said Herbert, slumping into his chair. "How about a drink?" 

"Right away, dear," Hilda said. "I think I'll have one, too." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Hilda ended up having three drinks before dinner and, not being used to much 
alcohol, spent the evening rather drunk. Fortunately, Herbert noticed 
nothing. They spent their usual silent, indifferent evening, reading the 
newspaper and watching television. Hilda was a little ashamed of her 
overindulgence in cocktails, but she welcomed the numbness of thought. Now 
that the first excitement of making love to Barry had passed, she was 
horrified at what she'd done. All her life sex had left her cold, and in 
recent years she'd been relieved when Herbert reduced his demands to a few 
quick fucks a year. Sexy movies and novels had never aroused her. What, 
then, had come over her in the past few days? What had possessed her to let 
a little boy play with her clit, to take his cock in her mouth and gulp his 
cum? She was almost certain now that it was a hormone imbalance of some 
sort, connected with the menopause, and that she ought to see a doctor about 
it. But it would be so embarrassing, having to tell him about her chronic 
horniness, that she wasn't sure she could bring herself to do it. 

At nine o'clock she excused herself and went to bed, unable to masquerade 
before Herbert any longer. It was her intention to go right to sleep, but to 
her annoyance, sleep would not come. She could not get her mind off the 
young paper boy, Barry, and her unbelievable episode with him that 
afternoon. Thanks to the three cocktails, however, she had ceased to think 
of the adventure with shock any longer; instead, she felt a return of 
desire. She began to imagine that Barry was there with her in bed. 

How would he behave if that were the case? That afternoon he had seemed very 
innocent of sex, yet willing, even eager, to enjoy its pleasures once she 
had instructed him. If he enjoyed being sucked off, why would he not enjoy 
other ways of cumming? Hilda imagined him naked beside her under the covers, 
wriggling with impatience to get on with whatever game she had invited him 
for, plying her with questions about it: "What are we gonna do, Mrs. Archer? 
Will you suck my cock again?" 

"No, Barry, darling," she replied to her imaginary boy-lover, "we're going 
to do something much nicer than that. We're going to fuck." 

Hilda was immediately embarrassed at her own wicked thoughts. He was only a 
child, for heaven's sake! How could she even think of introducing him to an 
activity for which he was far too young? Yet, on the other hand, how would 
it be different, really, from making him cum in her mouth? Hilda struggled, 
with her conscience and with her overpowering lust, and finally succumbed 
completely to her horny fantasy of Barry. It wouldn't hurt just to dream. 

Yes, he would be naked beside her, and she would run her hands over his trim 
young body, exploring all of it but concentrating on the parts she liked 
best, the tight pucker of his anus, the small fruit of his balls, and the 
wobbly little prick that had been in her mouth only a few hours ago. She 
would lick and kiss and suck between his slim legs till he grew excited, 
till his balls tightened and filled and his small cock sprang hard and 
erect. 

"Now, Barry," she would whisper eagerly, "climb onto me and put your cock in 
my cunt!" 

But of course he wouldn't know what to do, she would have to show him. She 
imagined easing his sweet young body over her, till he wriggled against her 
tits, belly and thighs. She jabbed her middle finger around between her 
legs, against thigh and clit and vulva, as he might blindly poke his little 
stiff prick in his virgin efforts to penetrate her. The touch, the very 
thought, was enough to make her cunt cream heavily in delighted 
anticipation. "Yes, darling," she whispered, "that's right, you're almost 
there!" 

Feverishly, Hilda used her own finger to imitate Barry's excited but 
fumbling thrusts. She spread her thighs wider, jerked her pelvis up to 
assist his frantic poking. "Hurry, hurry, dear!" she urged huskily. "Get 
your cock into me! I need it so badly!" 

Her finger slid into the wet indentation of her cunt mouth, and she arched 
her pelvis to receive it. "Yes, Barry," she crooned, "Yes, there! Put it in 
there!" She imagined the boy's excited breathing as his sensitive glans 
nosed into the moist heat of her vagina, and then she gasped with joy as her 
finger eased stiffly up her cunt as far as it could go. 

"Oh, my God, yes!" she whined. "Yes, darling, you're fucking me now! Do it 
fast and hard!" 

Her finger obeyed, in imitation of Barry's small hard cock, reaming and 
poking her soaked cunt swiftly, stiffly. Her vagina was so juicy by now that 
the process was obscenely noisy, with slurping and sucking sounds at every 
thrust. But Hilda was oblivious of the noise, unconscious of anything but 
the wonderful feeling of being penetrated and probed. She imagined how Barry 
would feel, his little cock bathed for the first time in the burning wetness 
of a woman's cunt, how he would jab and thrust in the instinctive need for 
friction. Oh, God, how beautiful it would be to have him doing it to her! 
Even if it was wrong in real life, she could at least imagine it. 

The shaft of her flying finger rubbed deliciously over clit and vulva, then 
hard between the clenched muscular walls of her vagina. Over and over again 
she thrust her finger, all the time arching her pelvis higher, holding 
herself rigidly, breathing faster and louder. She was close, so close. 

"Barry!" she gasped. "Oh, darling Barry, it's so good! Ohhhhh! AHHHHHHH!" 

Hilda gave a loud sob of delight as a powerful orgasm broke inside her, 
wracking her plump body and making her jerk her hips violently. Still 
wailing and moaning, she worked her finger even faster and deeper, drawing 
out the beautiful sensations of cumming. At last, with a final sob of 
relief, she fell back exhausted on the bed, her dripping finger trailing 
from her cunt. At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and Herbert tiptoed 
into the darkened room, apparently thinking her asleep. Hilda stilled her 
loud breathing and lay very quietly until her husband had found his pajamas 
and gone into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Oh, Herbert, she 
thought, why couldn't you ever make me feel like this, so fulfilled, so well 
fucked? Briefly she pitied him, but she was already falling asleep.... 

Herbert Archer closed the bathroom door with a sigh of relief. He'd prayed 
that his wife would be asleep so that he could take his time in the bathroom 
and not worry about whether she was listening. Damn, it was a nuisance, 
though, the way he seemed to be horny all the time lately! After last 
night's magnificent jerk-off, he'd been sure he wouldn't need another for a 
week at least. But here he was again, same time, same place, with a cock so 
hard it ached. Not because of any television show this time, either. He 
almost blushed to recall the tiny incident responsible for his condition, 
the almost insignificant thing that had kept him lusty all day. 

When he'd returned to his office after lunch that day, he had called in his 
secretary, Miss Devon, to take some dictation. Herbert did not have a high 
opinion of Miss Devon. In fact, she was a featherbrain, completely 
incompetent as a secretary, and he planned to fire her as soon as he found a 
replacement. But he had to admit that she was a cute little thing, blonde 
and giggly and no more than seventeen years old. Today she had taken his 
dictation as usual, frowning and misusing half the words and asking him to 
slow down, till he was ready to let her go on the spot. But he'd contained 
himself and had finally managed to get the letters dictated. Then, as Miss 
Devon was leaving the room, she dropped her stenographic tablet and leaned 
over to retrieve it, her cute little ass turned toward Herbert. Her 
microskirt was inadequate to the task, and Herbert was treated to a brief 
glimpse of tight, round buttocks in white lace panties. The result was an 
immediate cock-stand, so that he had to remain behind his desk for some 
time. And all day he was plagued with that vision of Miss Devon's shapely 
ass, plagued with wild fantasies of touching and fondling her there. 

Now, at last, he could do something about it! Herbert quickly took off his 
clothes, and as he did so, a delightful fantasy took shape in his mind. He 
was at the office, naked behind his desk, and he rang for Miss Devon. She 
flounced in, popping her chewing gum, then gawked. "Why, Mr. Archer!" he 
imagined her squealing. "You're not wearing any clothes!" 

"How observant of you, my dear," he replied dryly, rising and crossing the 
room to stand before her. His cock was long, immensely hard, and she gaped 
at it as he approached. "I was wondering if you wanted to earn a raise. I 
think you can guess how." 

Miss Devon was dumb in other respects, but in this instance she caught on 
fast. "Oh, Mr. Archer!" she said and giggled. "How naughty!" 

Herbert grinned. "Well, how about it, Miss Devon? Shorthand and typing are 
not required." 

She grinned, too, and reached out to tickle his balls. At this stage in his 
fantasy, Herbert readied the two bars of soap, which would represent his 
secretary's slick little cunt, wetting them with warm water, then holding 
one in each hand, ready for the stiff entrance of his prick. Then, returning 
to his daydream, he guided the giggling girl to his desk and instructed her 
to lean over it, resting on her elbows and presenting her pretty, round ass 
to him. His cock twitched eagerly as he imagined raising her skirt up to her 
waist, then easing down the pretty white lace panties to uncover her 
superbly shaped buttocks, warm and rosy from sitting. He cupped them in his 
hands and squeezed them, making Miss Devon giggle even more shrilly, then 
abruptly stuffed his fat stiff penis into her tiny cunt. It was very tight, 
hot, and juicy. 

"Oooooo! Mr. Archer!" his fantasy girl squealed. "Your cock is so big! I 
just love it!" 

Herbert imagined himself grinning, seizing her hips, and worming his bloated 
prick up her steaming passage till he butted her womb. At the same time he 
began to work his cock swiftly between the slippery bars of soap, delighting 
in the hard but silky friction. In his fantasy he balled Miss Devon very 
fast and hard, making her little belly slap against the desk with every 
stroke, forcing the cream from her cunt to splatter against his thighs, 
while she wriggled and squeaked in obvious pleasure. 

"Oh, Mr. Archer!" she panted. "Your fucking is great! Yes, yes, give it to 
me! Ohhhhh!" 

Herbert gave a loud snort of pleasure as he felt hot cum squirting from his 
rippling cock, and it was all he could do to aim it into the sink. It was an 
explosive, dizzying climax, giving him wild visions of Miss Devon cumming 
just as violently, wailing her delight, nipping him with her tight little 
cunt and milking him dry. At last his spasms passed, and he sank to the 
floor with a long sigh of fulfillment. When he had caught his breath again 
he muttered, "Oh, Christ, I'd give anything for a fuck like that!" 

But later, when he had put on his pajamas and gotten quietly into bed beside 
his plump, snoring wife, he knew how hopeless his wish was. Poor old Hilda, 
she could never respond like that, not in a million years! If he was ever 
going to get properly laid, it would have to be by someone else.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next afternoon Hilda prepared very carefully for Barry, who would be 
delivering the paper around 3:30. She showered, spent a long time doing her 
hair and putting on make-up, and splashed her body with a light but 
seductive cologne. Finally she dressed in a single garment, the see-through 
black negligee which had so excited the boy the day before. She could not 
erase the difference in their ages, but she could appear as attractive as 
possible. Already her cunt was creamy with readiness, even though she had no 
clear idea of what she wanted to do with Barry. It would be enough, this 
time, to get all his clothes off and play with his handsome young body, 
perhaps to end by sucking him off again. Still, more might happen.... 

Hilda spent the rest of the time almost squirming with lust, and by 3:30 she 
felt that even a sneeze would bring her to climax. She peeked through the 
living room curtain, watching for Barry, and when she finally saw him 
starting down the block on his bicycle, she had to restrain the urge to rush 
to the door and call him in. That would be foolhardy, letting the neighbors 
see her in her negligee. She must wait and let Barry come to the door. 

But to her immense disappointment, the blond boy merely sped by the house on 
his bike, tossing the paper onto the front porch and giving one quick, 
blushing glance at the window before passing out of view. Damn! What was the 
matter with that kid? Didn't he want to have more fun with her? But Hilda 
knew, from his glance, that Barry's uncertainty and shyness had prevented 
him from stopping. No doubt he considered yesterday's performance a 
temporary fit of madness on her part, too good to be repeated. 

She was ready to cry with frustration. Dear God, she needed to be fucked! 
She was hornier than she'd ever dreamed possible! She had waited all day to 
find relief with Barry, and now there was nothing she could do except frig 
herself. Somehow that seemed totally inadequate to her need. But what else 
could she do? 

With a wail of frustration, Hilda plopped onto the sofa, opened her 
negligee, and began to rub her swollen clit. The sensation was pleasant, but 
nothing like the wild excitement she craved. She had just leaned back and 
closed her eyes, to savor her own touch, when someone began knocking at the 
back door. 

Blushing and hastily wiping her sticky finger on her thigh, she hurried to 
the kitchen, fastening her negligee as she went, but, in her confusion, 
completely forgetting that the garment was transparent. She looked out the 
window and saw a grocery delivery truck pulled up in the driveway-Christ, 
she'd been so preoccupied with Barry all day, she'd forgotten about her 
order! That would have been nice, to have the delivery boy interrupt her in 
the midst of sucking Barry's prick! She opened the back door. 

Fred, the delivery boy, a freckled redhead of thirteen, was ready with his 
professional grin of greeting, but when he saw Mrs. Archer, he did a double 
take. Holy shit, he exclaimed to himself, I can see her tits and her snatch 
and everything! Always a good worker, Fred managed to freeze his grin and 
jerk his eyes away from her body, but he was ready to gawk again at the 
first opportunity. 

"Oh, hello, Fred," Hilda said absently. "How are you?" 

"Just fine, Mrs. Archer," leered Fred. "Should I bring in your groceries?" 

"Yes, please. Put them on the kitchen table as usual." 

Fred turned away, humming, to get the grocery bags, speculating on his 
chances of having another good look at Mrs. Archer. Although he was only a 
year older than Barry, Fred was far more advanced both in physical maturity 
and in his knowledge of sex. His information, to be sure, was the garbled 
variety one usually gets from one's peers, but he had the fundamental facts 
correct. And he had been aching to test some of his knowledge. Not that 
there was a chance in the world, he thought, of Mrs. Archer letting him do 
anything, but at least he could look, could get some idea of what the mature 
female body was like. He could tell from her distracted manner that her mind 
was on something else, that she was unaware that he could see through her 
gown. He intended to take every advantage of that fact. 

Fred, still humming, carried in the grocery bags, hoping that his partner, 
Denny, a young man who drove the delivery truck, would be gone as long as 
usual. Denny had carried a box of groceries across the street to a young 
divorcee's house, after grinning at Fred and hinting at some delay. The hint 
was not necessary. Denny always delayed at the divorcee's house, and Fred 
was finally understanding why. Crap, he thought to himself, he probably 
fucks her! The lucky bastard! Come to think of it, there were a lot of 
houses in town where Denny delayed, all of them occupied by pretty young 
women who were single, divorced, or widowed. Fred sighed enviously. Well, at 
least today he wouldn't be left out entirely: instead of sitting in the 
truck tapping his foot, he could look through Mrs. Archer's dress. 

Hilda waited impatiently while Fred brought in the groceries. The boy was so 
efficient most of the time, she couldn't understand why he was dawdling now. 
He was perfectly capable of carrying two bags at once, but he was bringing 
them in one at a time, chatting away animatedly, grinning at her, moving 
with infuriating slowness. She wished he would quit staring at her. Was she 
unbuttoned or something? Then, abruptly, she gasped. The negligee! My God, 
no wonder the kid was gawking! He could see everything! 

Fred observed her gasp and the deep blush that followed. Rats, she'd caught 
on! He treated himself to one more glance, taking in her plump white breasts 
with their pointed red nipples, then flashing to her dark triangle of pussy 
fur. Shit, he'd like to touch her there, see what it was like! But no way. 
He assumed a business-like expression and met her eyes, which were wide with 
embarrassment and shock. 

"Okay, Mrs. Archer," he said, as if he noticed nothing unusual, "that's it. 
Do you want to pay now, or should we bill you?" 

Hilda had been thinking fast. Her first impulse, once she'd realized that 
Fred had been ogling her body, was to get him out of her house, quickly. She 
didn't like the boy's knowing grin, his nasty expression as he looked her 
over. He seemed to know far too much for his age. She had the awful, sinking 
feeling that he would hasten to tell his friends all about this piece of 
luck: "Jeez, guess what? I delivered groceries to the Archers today, and 
Mrs. Archer had on this dress you could see through! No kidding, I saw it 
all!" 

Hilda shuddered. There was nothing she could do about that, of course, but 
she could at least get the smart-ass kid out of her kitchen. Yet as she 
studied him, she found herself wondering if he at all resembled Barry. He 
wasn't much older. Would his immature prick be as white, plump and sweet as 
the other boy's? She knew that, if she chose, she would have no trouble 
finding out. His grin was an open invitation. She was suddenly acutely 
conscious of the swelling of her clit and labia, their hunger for friction. 
Yes, she would have no trouble at all with a boy like Fred.... 

"Tell you what, Fred," she said a little nervously. "I see your partner 
isn't back yet. I've noticed you waiting for him in the truck many times, 
looking bored. Why don't you wait here instead? It might be a little less 
dull, even if you have to spend the time with an old lady like me." 

"Jeez, Mrs. Archer," Fred said softly, "I don't think you're old! And I know 
I won't be bored!" He looked unabashedly at her breasts. Man, if she was 
gonna invite it, he was more than ready! He moved a little closer to her, 
his bright green eyes riveted to her dark pointed nipples. 

Hilda licked her lips nervously, wondering now if she'd done the right 
thing. The boy was too knowing, too brash, for her tastes; he had 
immediately seen through her polite words, had correctly interpreted them as 
an invitation-otherwise he wouldn't have the nerve to walk right up to her 
and stare at her tits. His rudeness made her angry. 

"What are you staring at?" she snapped. 

Fred flashed her a mocking grin. "Oh, pardon my manners!" he said 
affectedly. "But I couldn't help noticing this piece of lint on your dress. 
Right here." And he reached out and ran his hand over one breast, slowly, 
teasingly. 

Hilda felt his touch through the thin material almost as if on her bare 
flesh. It was delicious. She barely suppressed a sigh, and she felt her cunt 
dribbling hot juice that trickled down her inner thighs. Much as she 
disliked the boy, she wanted him to play with her tits, and she did not move 
as Fred extended his other hand and drew her dress open to bare her breasts. 
He gawked briefly, then began to fondle one tit in each hand, rather 
roughly, but nevertheless making Hilda shudder with horniness. 

"You sure got nice tits, Mrs. Archer," he said and chuckled, "real nice!" 

Hilda blushed furiously. My God, she thought, what am I doing? How did I get 
into a situation like this? The grinning delivery boy was tweaking her 
nipples now, rubbing them erect and tingling, and the delicious sensation 
communicated itself straight to her cunt, which spurted another flood of hot 
juice. She rubbed her thighs together to halt the trickle. Fred gave her a 
malicious grin. 

"Does Mr. Archer play with your tits, too?" he asked. "I just wondered-he 
doesn't look like the type that would." 

"Fred!" Hilda gasped. "Really! Of all the impertinent-" 

"Aw, can it!" laughed Fred. Hilda stifled an indignant retort: the boy was 
right, she was being hypocritical. My God, hadn't she met him at the door in 
a see-through gown, invited him to stay, let him open her dress and fondle 
her breasts? After all that, she could hardly object to his language. 

Hilda started as she felt Fred's hand slipping between her thighs, then 
coming to rest on her furry mons where it squeezed and tickled. "Fred!" she 
cried. "You mustn't-" And then she stopped. Again she was a hypocrite. Fred 
noted her hesitation, then quickly knelt for a better view of her mysterious 
female parts. He petted the soft curls of her snatch, then opened the plump 
hairy lips to see what they concealed. Rapidly he reviewed all his knowledge 
of women's anatomy: no cock or balls, but a hole somewhere between their 
legs, called the cunt, where a guy was supposed to stick his cock. He 
supposed that was what Denny was doing now over at the divorcee's house, 
putting his fat stiff prick into her hole. Well, with any luck, he, Fred, 
would make out, too. Shit, if she'd let him go this far, it might just 
happen! He could hardly believe his good fortune, but he intended to pursue 
it as far as possible. 

Fred stared at a small red bump of flesh between Hilda's furry mons lips, a 
quivering, moist nub whose function he could not guess. He rubbed it with 
his fingertip, and Hilda moaned. He saw a creamy white substance trickling 
down her legs. He wondered for a moment if he had hurt her, but when she 
said nothing, he rubbed the little red bump again. Yes, she seemed to like 
it.... 

Hilda felt the last of her resistance fading fast. She did not like this 
impertinent red-haired boy, but his touch was arousing her almost beyond 
endurance. She could think of nothing but finding relief for the nagging 
demand in her cunt. Now she felt the boy's exploring fingers trailing along 
her labia, poking inquisitively at the dripping mouth of her cunt, testing 
the clenched hole of her anus. God help her, she couldn't resist what she 
was about to do ...! 

"Fred," she said hoarsely, "why don't we go into the bedroom? It's more 
private there." 

The boy sprang to his feet and gave her an intimate leer. "Sure, Mrs. 
Archer, whatever you say!" he answered slyly. 

Hilda desperately wished that it was Barry she was leading into the bedroom 
and not this cocky red-head. She avoided looking at him, not wanting to meet 
his knowing eyes. But she had to have him! As soon as she had closed the 
bedroom door, she turned to him, trembling and flushing, and began removing 
his clothes. Fred stood still, hands on hips, grinning while she undressed 
him, confident now that the dumpy middle-aged woman was going to give him 
his first experience of sex. Oh, wow, wait till he told the guys about this! 
He could still hardly believe it was all happening, especially now as she 
knelt before him and reached out to play with his cock. 

Hilda discovered that Fred's body was slim and healthy, although she was not 
attracted by his pale white freckled skin. His cock and balls were larger 
than Barry's but still immature, and he had no erection yet. She took his 
flabby little prick in the palm of one hand and began to stroke it gently, 
and the small organ twitched slightly under her touch. When she began easing 
back the wrinkled foreskin, Fred gave an involuntary sigh. 

"Hey," he muttered, "that feels good! Keep doin' it, will ya?" 

"Of course, dear," Hilda replied breathlessly, "whatever you like!" She was 
lost now, ready to shame herself completely before the mocking boy. Touching 
his cock had done it. She wanted nothing more now than to go on playing with 
that adorable little prick, regardless of her feelings toward its owner. 
Swiftly she retracted the foreskin, uncovering the dark red glans, then 
snaked out her tongue to circle it, working her tongue tip into the tiny 
dark hole to taste his essence. Fred shivered delightedly. 

"Aw, shit!" he cried. "That's really good! Oh, man, keep lickin' it! Yeah!" 

Under her swift, hot licking, Fred's small penis quivered, then sprang erect 
and hard. He knew what that meant, that his cock was ready for fucking, but 
Mrs. Archer made no move in that direction. She just went on licking his 
cock like it was candy. He'd never heard of that, of a woman using her mouth 
on a guy's cock, but it was so nice, he didn't care if she kept on doing it 
all afternoon. He grinned down at her, watching her big breasts sway with 
her work, then at her wet red tongue as it licked his penis. Suddenly she 
cupped his balls and began to squeeze them gently, and that felt good, too, 
very good. 

"Ummm!" sighed Hilda. "Let me suck it a little now, dear!" 

Fred was alarmed at her request, but before he could answer, she had drawn 
his stiff little prick into her mouth in one swift motion, and he felt the 
delicious hot bath of her saliva, the spongy flesh of her cheeks against his 
sensitive glans, the vacuum-like pressure of her sucking. Almost fainting 
with pleasure, he squealed, "Ahhhhh! Jesus, yeah, suck it! Suck it!" 

Hilda, her mouth stuffed with small hard cock, was delighted to obey. She 
sucked Fred till he whinied and panted, till he began bucking his slim hips 
to feed her his prick in short swift strokes. She began to drool as she 
anticipated getting a mouthful of his salty cream. Yet, she realized, if she 
brought the boy off now, that would end the afternoon's fun, and there would 
be nothing left for her cunt. Very reluctantly, she let his plunging prick 
slip from her mouth. 

"Aw, shit!" Fred exclaimed angrily. Why'd ya quit? Suck it back in!" 

"I don't have time to explain now, Fred," she replied hastily, "but don't 
worry, the fun isn't over yet! Come and lie down on the bed." 

Grudgingly the boy obeyed, and Hilda arranged him on his back with his legs 
spread, his small ass just at the edge of the bed. Then she knelt on the 
carpet, lowered her head between his legs, and began to lick his rosy, fat 
balls. Fred sighed contentedly: hell, this was even better than getting his 
cock sucked! Her tongue was hot, wet, a little rough, and she used it to 
massage and tickle every inch of his sensitive testicles, making him shiver 
with pleasure. 

"Do you like that, dear?" she purred. "Is it nice when I lick your balls?" 

"Oh, man, yeah!" sighed Fred. "Keep doin' it!" 

Hilda obeyed, wondering what possessed her to do such a filthy thing. Her 
heart pounded at her own wickedness, yet she was enjoying it, happily 
tonguing the fat, tight little bags and savoring their taste. An even more 
wicked impulse came over her, and she suddenly slid her hands under Fred's 
buttocks, lifted him higher, and began to lick the pink puckered mouth of 
his anus. Fred squealed with delight, and then Hilda stuffed her tongue 
inside as far as it would go. 

"Ohhhh! Jesus, you got your tongue up my ass!" shrilled Fred. "It's great! 
Ahhhh!" 

Hilda worked her tongue vigorously in the tight pungent passage, eating him 
clean, and she could tell from the way he arched and tensed his body that he 
was close to cumming. She stopped before that happened, leaped to her feet, 
and threw off her negligee. 

"Hey," whined Fred, "just when I get to like something, you stop! How come? 
I want you to stick your tongue in my ass again!" 

"No, Fred," Hilda answered shakily, so horny she could hardly keep from 
jumping on him and impaling her hungry cunt on his stiff little cock, "not 
now. Now we're going to do the best thing of all. I'm going to let you fuck 
me." 

"Holy shit!" cried Fred. In spite of all the remarkable things that had 
happened that afternoon, he'd never believed he would be this lucky. To 
actually do it! To actually stick his cock in her! Too much! He watched 
breathlessly as Hilda climbed onto the bed beside him, lay on her back, and 
spread her plump legs. Now he could see everything, all the bright red 
creamy parts between her legs. He recognized the cunt, or thought he did, a 
dark indentation at the center. He was dying to know what it would be like 
when he did it to her. Oh, Christ, waitll he told Denny! 

Hilda held out her arms to him, and Fred clumsily climbed on top of her, his 
face coming just up to her big round breasts. "Now, now, my darling!" she 
crooned. "Put your cock inside! Do you know where to put it?" 

"Yeah, sure," muttered Fred. In fact, he was suddenly unsure. The way she 
was holding him, crushing him to her tits, he couldn't see what he was 
doing. He jerked his hips, jabbed around with his prick, but nothing 
happened. Impatiently, he squirmed from her embrace and knelt between her 
legs, holding his stiff little cock and directing it toward what he supposed 
to be her cunt. He placed his swollen red glans just at the creaming 
entrance to the hole, enjoying the hot wetness, then hesitated. In his first 
fuck he didn't want to make any embarrassing blunders. 

"This the right place?" he asked. 

Hilda stifled a guffaw. For all his cockiness, Fred obviously was a virgin 
and had no idea what he was supposed to do. "Yes, dear," she said gently, 
"that's my cunt. Go ahead." 

Fred gave a sigh of relief and eased his cock inside. Man, it was hot! It 
felt wonderful to have his achingly stiff prick clenched in those wet, silky 
walls, but he didn't know what to do next. 

"Oh, my God!" moaned Hilda. "You're in me! I love the way your cock feels, 
Fred! Fuck me now, fuck me hard and fast!" 

"Okay," replied Fred in a confident voice, though he was far from sure what 
she meant. He moved his small prick tentatively, in and out, and she moaned 
again and smiled at him, apparently liking it. Yeah, that's what he was 
supposed to do, jerking his cock in and out of her. Well, right on! That 
would feel great! In fact it was just what his body urged him to do. Falling 
onto her cushiony body, the boy began to pump his hips swiftly, his fat 
little balls banging against her plump thighs. 

"Oh, yes, Fred, yes, that's it!" Hilda squealed. "Fast, darling, hard! Get 
it into me as far as you can!" 

Fred obeyed, enjoying it immensely, but wondering how it could be any fun 
for a woman to get poked like that. Nevertheless Mrs. Archer seemed to be 
going crazy with pleasure, bucking her hips underneath him to get his cock 
deeper into her, moaning and squealing, nearly crushing him in her fat arms. 

"Jeez, Mrs. Archer," he gasped, "you really like to fuck, don't you?" 

"Oh, yes, darling," Hilda wailed mindlessly, "I love to fuck, yes! Ahhhh!" 

"It sure is noisy, though, isn't it?" Fred observed, referring to the 
slurping and sucking noises his cock made every time it emerged from her 
soaked cunt. 

"Fred, don't talk!" panted Hilda. "Just enjoy it! Keep fucking me!" 

Fred was beginning to find it hard to talk, anyway. Each time his sensitive 
cockhead butted the slick walls of her vagina, he felt a jolt of pleasure 
that made him moan. He began to feel as if he were rising up in the air, 
higher and higher, toward some beautiful destination, and he jabbed his cock 
into her harder than ever. 

Hilda, too, felt the flying sensation, but she knew where it would lead, to 
the orgasm she so badly needed. His stiff, pounding little cock felt 
incredibly good inside her-she who had never liked to be penetrated and 
poked before. But Fred's wild, eager jabs were nothing like the few sluggish 
thrusts of Herbert's big cock. Herbert's fucking bored her, while Fred was 
driving her into a frenzy of pleasure. 

"Oh, darling," she wailed, "you're fucking me so well! I love your little 
cock!" 

Fred was insulted at its being called "little," but he was beyond reply. He 
felt a sudden burning wetness at the tip of his cock, and then, to his 
astonishment, he was squirting stream after stream of liquid into Mrs. 
Archer's cunt. His surprise was soon lost, however, in the intense pleasure 
he felt. 

"Aw, Jesus!" he screeched. "Ahhhhh!" 

Hilda wailed ecstatically as she received his hot cum, then felt her own 
climax thundering through her body. "Fuck, fuck!" she babbled. "Fuck me, 
darling, cum in me! AAaaaggghhhh!" 

Hilda wakened from a brief faint to feel Fred's small prick going limp 
inside her, then slipping out. They both started violently as a horn honked 
outside the window. 

"Oh, shit!" cried Fred. "That must be Denny! I forgot all about him!" The 
red-haired boy fumbled into his clothes, then paused to leer at Hilda. 
"Well, thanks a lot, Mrs. Archer," he said mockingly. "I really enjoyed 
balling you. I'll be back tomorrow to do it again." 

"Fred," she protested, "I think not. I-" 

"Tomorrow," he interrupted, "and any time I want to. Or I'll tell everybody 
in town." 

Hilda only stared at the grinning boy as he turned and left. Well, now she'd 
really gotten herself into a fix! That nasty little brat really meant it, 
too! In the future she'd be at his mercy, and for what? The pleasant 
numbness in her cunt reminded her, however, of what Fred could do. For the 
first time in her life a man had made her cum. But Fred-a man? He was only a 
child. Wearily, Hilda dressed and went to start the dinner. Herbert was due 
home any minute, there was no time to think now.... 

Fred strode proudly out to the delivery truck and climbed in beside Denny, a 
homely but well-built young man in his early twenties. 

"Jesus, man," Denny said impatiently, "where were you? I been waitin' 
fifteen minutes!" 

"That long?" Fred inquired mischievously. "Jeez, it musta been a real quick 
screw!" 

Denny looked angry for a moment, but then laughed. "You know too much, kid! 
But, yeah, it was a quickie. Denise likes to take it in the ass, and oh, 
man, that makes me cum in no time!" He sighed, remembering his 
just-completed session with the pretty divorcee, then laughed again. "Hey, 
you led me off the subject, smart guy! You didn't answer my question-where 
were you all this time?" 

Fred smirked. "You're not gonna believe this, but I was gettin' laid, too-by 
Mrs. Archer!" 

Denny guffawed. "You're right, I don't believe you!" 

He backed the truck out of the driveway, still laughing, while Fred fumed. 
He knew he should have foreseen this, that no one would believe a 
thirteen-year-old boy could make it to bed with a grown woman, especially a 
dignified, respectable woman like Mrs. Archer. But he was still angry at 
Denny for mocking him. He'd show him! Somehow, some day, he'd prove he 
wasn't lying! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

On Saturday morning Herbert Archer woke to the smell of bacon frying, but he 
made no immediate move to get up. There was no way he could appear at 
breakfast right now, not with the enormous hard-on he had. Wakened from an 
erotic dream, he found himself violently horny, and he was not reluctant to 
do something about it. Yawning and stretching, he seized the thick shaft of 
his cock and began to pump, recalling his dream. 

It was the dream which always aroused him the most, a dream in which he was 
seduced by a beautiful teenage girl. He would be lying naked on the shore of 
some lake, in warm fragrant grass, half-asleep, when the girl approached. 
Embarrassed at being found nude, Herbert could only lie there and gawk, but 
the girl was not at a loss in the situation. Smiling mischievously, she 
quickly shucked her clothes, and Herbert, watching her, got a violent 
erection, his cock jutting up from his supine body in great stiffness and 
enormous length. The girl eyed it, in wonder and delight, then remarked, 
"Oh, wow, I've been looking all over for a cock like yours!" 

Herbert felt uncertain how to answer such a compliment, but words were not 
needed. While he was still wondering at the length and hardness of his 
prick, the lovely girl hurried over, straddled him, and let herself down 
slowly onto his huge cock, impaling her tiny but juicy cunt and sighing 
loudly as she did so. "Please," she mewed, "let me fuck you! You don't have 
to do a thing, just let me do the work!" 

Herbert was more than agreeable to this proposition, especially now that he 
felt his aching erect penis slowly enveloped in the tight wet warmth of her 
vagina. He maintained his lazy posture in the grass, while the beautiful 
young girl moved herself up and down, up and down, the length of his cock, 
slowly and voluptuously at first, but with increasing speed and excitement. 
All the while she mewed like a kitten, in quiet ecstasy.... 

Wrapped in remembrance of this dream, Herbert continued to pump his cock, 
jamming the oozing glans into his palm with each stroke. He had kicked back 
the bed covers in an insane but irresistible desire to see how far toward 
the ceiling he would shoot his cum. There would be a mess, no doubt, but 
he'd worry about that later. Now he could feel the first warning tingle 
beginning in his glans and rippling down the shaft of his prick, exciting 
his balls, waving over his whole body. Yes, yes, this was it ... With a deep 
groan of pleasure, he aimed his cock toward the ceiling and watched dizzily 
as the first strong jet of cum shot out. Ah, well, nowhere near the ceiling, 
but certainly respectable. Abruptly, however, he stiffened: Hilda was 
approaching, he heard her footsteps in the hall! 

"Herbert? Are you awake?" 

Her hand was on the doorknob, turning it, as Herbert frantically pulled the 
bed covers over his wildly squirting cock. Of all the goddamned times to be 
interrupted! When she opened the door he looked a little flushed, but 
managed to lie quite still as, under the covers, his prick dribbled the last 
of its load and subsided into limp exhaustion. 

"Are you awake?" Hilda repeated. 

"Yes, dear," muttered Herbert. "I was just about to get up." 

"All right. Breakfast is nearly ready." 

Hilda left him with a low sigh. She'd been so horny all morning, so 
maddeningly plagued by it, that she'd briefly considered making an approach 
to her husband. She knew she couldn't expect much of a performance from him, 
but even a few unenthusiastic shoves of his large penis would be enough to 
do the job at this stage of her arousal. But when she'd opened the bedroom 
door and observed him in bed-balding, skinny, red-faced, and blinking 
myopically without his glasses-she wondered at her own previous optimism. He 
was the same old Herbert, not interested in sex and no doubt unable to get 
it up in any case. There was no point in even hinting at her need. Yet until 
Monday, when Barry delivered the paper, she would have no one. Her only 
relief would be her own fingers.... 

Monday came at last, with Herbert Archer escaping from the house as if from 
a cage, whistling all the way to work. Miss Devon might be no better 
conversationalist than Hilda, but at least she had a cute little ass to 
ogle. Hilda Archer was equally glad to be left alone when Herbert had gone 
off to work. She'd have all day to fix herself up in preparation for Barry, 
and she was determined not to let the boy escape this time. She decided not 
to wear the black see-through negligee. It had gotten her into too much 
trouble already, and if necessary, she must be prepared to step outside in 
full view of the neighbors to detain Barry. 

Three-thirty arrived, and Hilda anxiously watched out the window for the 
blond paper boy. When she saw him coming down the street on his bike, 
tossing papers onto porches, she resolutely stepped out on the porch and 
beckoned to him. The boy blushed but rode his bike up her front walk and 
halted. 

"Oh, Barry," she said cordially, "you forgot to collect for the paper last 
time you were here." 

No wonder, Barry thought. He couldn't forget, not for a minute, the way Mrs. 
Archer had let him explore her body and then had sucked his cock, giving him 
the most powerful pleasure of his young life. Ever since then, he'd been 
dying to repeat the performance, but had been too shy and uncertain of his 
reception. Today didn't look promising, either. True, she had called him to 
her door, but the way she was dressed-in a sensible tweed suit, as if just 
about to go shopping-gave no promise of fun, nor did her calm, sensible tone 
of voice. 

"Golly, Mrs. Archer," he blushed, "you're right! I forgot all about it!" 

"Well, come on in, then," she said and grinned, "and I'll give you the 
money." 

Barry followed her into the house, wishing she were wearing that black gown 
of last time, so he could see all the intimate parts of her body. Would he 
ever have another chance like that in his whole life? He doubted it. 
Whatever had come over Mrs. Archer that day, a repetition would be 
miraculous. 

"My purse is in the bedroom," she was saying. "Come on." 

Again the boy followed, and when they were in the bedroom Hilda closed the 
door behind them. Barry didn't think much about it, being absorbed in his 
own gloomy thoughts. 

"How much is it?" she asked. 

"Five dollars, ma'am," Barry replied morosely. How could she have forgotten 
their wild scene of last week? She seemed so calm and distant, as if he 
meant nothing special to her. And probably he didn't. She had a husband, 
after all, a grown man with an adult cock, who must give her much more 
pleasure. Barry sighed. Obviously he had been just a passing amusement to 
her. 

Hilda was digging around in her purse, as if unable to locate her money in 
the general clutter, but in fact she was using the time to think. She had 
the boy in her bedroom now, as she had planned, but the question was how to 
approach him. She did not want to alarm him, scare him off, or appear 
repulsive to him by being too forward. Yet obviously he was not going to 
make the first move; he was not another Fred. Without blatantly 
propositioning him, she must make her desires, her willingness, known. 

Hilda extracted a five dollar bill from her purse and walked over to Barry. 
"Here you are, dear," she said softly. With almost sensual slowness she 
eased the folded bill into the front pocket of his jeans, then let her hand 
trail over his crotch, where a small lump showed the presence of his little 
cock, the part of him she most wanted to see and touch. She cupped his 
crotch, her fingers eagerly seeking out his balls and prick beneath the 
stiff material. 

"Do you remember last week, Barry?" she cooed. 

"Oh, wow, do I!" the boy sighed. Please, he was thinking, please let her do 
it again! 

"And did you enjoy yourself then?" she asked in the same soft, sensual tone. 

"I sure did, Mrs. Archer," the boy said fervently. "And I-Well, uh-" He 
hesitated. 

"Yes, dear?" purred Hilda, still squeezing his crotch. "Don't be afraid to 
tell me anything." 

"Well," Barry said as he blushed, "I sure wish we could do it again!" He 
trembled, fearing she would be angry at his request, but she only smiled. 

"Do you, Barry?" she answered. "Well, we might be able to do a few things 
before my husband gets home, if you'll hurry and get undressed." 

"Right on!" chirped Barry. At any other time, the thought of appearing naked 
before a woman who was almost a stranger to him would have mortified the 
boy, but now he eagerly tossed off his clothes and stood before her, tan and 
slim and taut. 

"Okay, Mrs. Archer, now what?" 

"Come over to the bed, Barry," she instructed. The boy followed, and she 
arranged him as she had done Fred, on his back, with his tight little ass 
just at the edge of the bed, so that she could kneel between his legs and 
explore his parts easily. 

"Will you take off your clothes, too, Mrs. Archer?" Barry asked, hoping she 
would. 

"Later, perhaps," replied Hilda impatiently. All she wanted now was to see 
and touch his adorable little cock and balls. There was no time for anything 
else. She found Barry's boyish genitals much more attractive than Fred's, 
although she suspected that it was partly because she liked Barry himself so 
much better than the cocky red-haired delivery boy. Barry's penis and 
testicles were smaller than Fred's, more white and delicate, and completely 
hairless, whereas the older boy was just sprouting a few copper-colored 
pubic hairs. Hilda also preferred Barry's golden tan skin to Fred's almost 
blue-white paleness and freckles. Now she felt a hot rush of saliva in her 
mouth, and an answering warm wetness in her cunt, as she knelt between the 
boy's slim legs and reached out to fondle his cock. The fat little organ was 
completely limp in her hands, snuggling into her palm like a sleepy worm, 
warm and silky. She petted it gently, and Barry sighed. 

"You have such a lovely little penis, dear," Hilda said. "Do you mind if I 
use my tongue on it?" 

"Oh, wow, no!" gulped the happy boy. "You can do anything you want, Mrs. 
Archer!" 

Hilda felt very happy, too. She had almost two hours before Herbert was due 
home, two lovely hours to play with this beautiful little boy, and she 
couldn't imagine anything more delightful than that. Now she leaned forward 
slowly, fanning his immature parts with her warm breath, making him sigh and 
wriggle and shiver with anticipation. When she was within an inch of his 
flabby little prick, she snaked out her long red tongue and began to lick, 
nudging the tender white shaft with her tongue tip, circling the pointed 
wrinkle of the foreskin, wetting the soft small organ with her saliva. 

"Ummmm!" sighed Barry. "That sure feels nice, Mrs. Archer!" 

"I'm glad you enjoy it, dear," she cooed. "Here's something else I think 
you'll like." 

Hilda eased her hands under the boy's small ass, lifted him a little, and 
began to lick rapidly the whole area between his legs, penis and testicles 
and anus. The rough but pleasant action of her stiff tongue sent the boy 
into a frenzy of delight, moaning and opening his legs wider to her, closing 
his eyes to concentrate on the wonderful sensations she was giving him. He 
felt her tongue tip teasing his tight anal mouth, then wriggling 
mischievously inside to stuff and clean his asshole. Then she moved on, 
first licking his balls so fast that they flopped and shivered, then sucking 
them into her mouth, one at a time, for a hot bath of saliva. When she did 
that, Barry felt his testicles filling and stiffening, and Hilda felt them 
growing and swelling in her mouth. She looked up to see his small cock 
stiffening as well before her eyes, lengthening and engorging till the 
foreskin crept back and uncovered the bright red glans. She spat out his 
balls and moved on to the part she liked best, the dark salty little hole at 
the tip of his cock, digging her tongue into it and licking it clean of its 
flavors. 

"Oh, Christ!" moaned Barry. "I feel like I'm gonna-what do you call it, when 
I squirt my stuff?"- 

"Cumming, dear," answered Hilda huskily. "You feel like you're going to cum. 
And I want to make you cum, too, darling, but not like this. I want you to 
cum in my mouth, so I can taste it." 

Barry thought this was a rather odd notion, but if she liked it, he wasn't 
going to knock it. The important thing was for her to suck him off again, 
the thing he'd been dreaming of and praying for, for days. So he replied 
eagerly, "Oh, sure, Mrs. Archer, that'd be swell! I really dig it when you 
suck my cock!" 

Hilda felt faint with happiness. To have this beautiful boy actually begging 
her to suck him off! With a famished moan, she dipped her head, caught his 
stiff little prick between her lips and swiftly sucked it in. She wanted it 
everywhere in her mouth at once, in the curl of her tongue, rubbing slicky 
against her palate, butting tenderly against the juicy lining of her cheeks. 
She managed all these things in rapid succession, even while sucking 
forcefully and fast on his hard little cock, and she felt her vagina 
contracting and creaming heavily as she anticipated getting a delicious 
mouthful of his cum. 

"Ohhhhh!" squealed Barry, writhing happily beneath her. "Yeah, suck it, 
ma'am, suck my cock!" Both of them were so absorbed in their pleasure that 
they did not hear a truck pull into the driveway.... 

"You're fulla shit " Denny laughed as he said the words. 

"No, I'm not!" Fred replied angrily. "I'll prove it to you!" 

They were sitting in the delivery truck, parked in the Archer's driveway. 
Denny's divorcee friend had discovered the pressing need for another 
delivery of groceries, even though she'd had one just a few days before, and 
Fred had come along determined to make Denny believe his story about Mrs. 
Archer. But he was not having much success. 

"Aw, come on, man!" Denny mocked. "An old dame like Mrs. Archer? Hell, she's 
way past that, if she ever was interested in the first place. And she's too 
damned respectable to even think of it. That kind of woman, she only makes 
it with her husband, in bed with the lights out. You can't make me believe 
she'd go after a thirteen-year-old kid!" 

"I'm tellin' you, we did it!" Fred insisted. "She was wearin' this kind of 
nightgown thing that you could see through, and then she let me open it and 
play with her tits. I figured then that she might have more in mind, and 
sure enough, she took me into her bedroom and sucked my cock, and then she 
let me fuck her. Honest, Denny, it really happened!" 

Denny sighed, then smiled. "Jesus, it'd really be a kick if it was true! 
Imagine that fat old bag getting it from the grocery boy! I'd like to see 
that!" 

"Well, you will!" Fred decided. "If that's what it takes to convince you, 
I'll go in there and do it to her, and you can hide outside the bedroom 
window and watch." 

Denny snorted. "Oh, sure, kid! But when?" 

"Right now!" Fred replied. "Or at least as soon as you finish balling 
Denise." 

"Denise can wait," said Denny. "This I gotta see!" 

They left the truck, and Denny slipped around the side of the house to 
crouch by the bedroom window. Meanwhile Fred knocked softly at the back 
door, not wanting the neighbors to hear. There was no answer, and he was 
about to knock again when he heard a low but startled exclamation from 
Denny, "Jesus Christ! I can't believe it!" 

Fred scurried around the house to join his friend. "What's up?" 

Denny stared at him. "She's already in there, with that paper boy, Barry, 
suckin' his cock! Man, it's too much! Take a look!" 

Denny and Fred both peeked through the window. What they saw was Mrs. 
Herbert Archer, respectable middle-aged lady, dressed in a neat tweed suit 
that made her figure more dumpy and box-like than ever, kneeling between the 
legs of a young boy and blissfully sucking on his penis. The boy was naked, 
flushed, and writhing with pleasure. Mrs. Archer smiled as she sucked his 
little boy cock, her glazed eyes revealing her complete absorption in her 
task. Occasionally her fingers tickled the boy's plump little balls. 

Fred was indignant. "What the hell?" he whispered to Denny. "She's mine! 
Where does she get off, doin' it to that little kid?" 

Denny muffled a laugh. "Well, why don't you go in there and claim your 
property, man?" he teased. 

"By God, I will!" replied Fred. And the skinny red-haired boy marched 
manfully around the house, entered by the back door, and strode to the 
bedroom. At the door he hesitated: after all, it wasn't his house, and he 
had no right to barge in like this. But as he stood there, he heard loud 
sucking noises and heavy sighs, testimonies of Barry's pleasure-pleasure 
that Fred wanted for himself. He got angry again and flung open the door. 

Hilda started, let Barry's prick slip from her mouth, and whirled to stare 
at the indignant Fred. Barry sat up and gawked. Fred, having made a dramatic 
and determined entrance, now found himself at a loss for words. He could 
hardly claim that Hilda was his "girl." He decided on another tactic. 

Well, well, well, he sneered, 'look what I found! I just came by to see if 
you wanted to order any groceries, Mrs. Archer, and I heard noises in here, 
so I walked in. Very interesting! Does his cock taste as good as mine?" 

Hilda was furious. She did not like Fred's manner and very much resented his 
interruption. "How dare you?" she cried. "You have no business walking into 
my house without permission! Get out!" 

"Take it easy," Fred hissed, "and just think for a second. You can order me 
out of here, but if you do, I'll tell everybody in town about you, how you 
get kids into your house and play with their cocks and suck them off. Mrs. 
Archer the cocksucker-how does that grab you, lady?" 

"Just a damned minute!" Barry began, raising his fist and glaring angrily at 
Fred. "If you hurt her-" 

"Barry, wait, please," Hilda said soothingly. "Let me think a moment." Her 
anger was gone now, replaced by fear of Fred and the certain knowledge that 
she must not provoke him. He was malicious enough to carry out his threat, 
and she could not let that happen. My God, the disgrace! Herbert would have 
grounds for divorcing her without a settlement, and she would be left alone 
and penniless, an object of shame and disgust to everyone. She had no choice 
but to play it Fred's way. 

"Very well, Fred," she said at last, "you may stay. When I finish with 
Barry, we'll have some fun, too." 

"Uh-uh," Fred replied, arrogant now in his victory. "The kid goes. I want 
you all to myself." 

"No, Fred," Hilda insisted, fearful but determined. She might have to submit 
to Fred, but she had to have some comfort. She could not give up her adored 
Barry. "He has as much right to be here as you do. Please understand that. 
If you want to have any more fun with me, you must leave Barry alone." 

"Oh, well, what the hell?" Fred conceded. "I guess it'll be okay." His only 
concern now was to get started on some groovy sex play with Mrs. Archer, and 
he was tired of standing around arguing about it. Quickly he undressed, his 
small white cock already half erect with excitement, then walked over to the 
bed and took command of the scene. 

"Take off your clothes," he ordered Hilda. "If you get to see us, we should 
get to see you, too." 

Barry had secretly hoped Mrs. Archer would undress, and he did not protest 
Fred's command. Hilda blushed in anger and embarrassment, but she obeyed, 
removing her suit and the full complement of underclothing suitable to a 
middle-aged woman, including support stockings and girdle. The two boys 
watched her, outwardly sober and inwardly rejoicing, their eyes fixed 
chiefly on her large plump breasts with their pointed red nipples and on the 
large furry black triangle of her mons. Unceremoniously, Fred grabbed her 
shoulders and pulled her down onto her back on the bed, then spread her legs 
wide and knelt between them for his first good look at female genitals. 
Barry, just as eager, joined him. While Hilda blushed deeply and nearly 
writhed with shame, the two boys studied her clit, vulva, cunt, and anus, 
their hot quick breath fanning her moist parts. 

Fred located the fat red bump of her clitoris, rubbed it with his fingertip, 
and asked, "What's this thing, anyhow?" 

"I don't know what it's called," Barry volunteered, "but she really digs 
being touched there. I did it to her, and she came. Here, like this." He 
seized the small nub of flesh between thumb and forefinger and began to 
tweak it gently but steadily, in a milking motion. Hilda gave a low moan, 
and the boys saw a flood of cream suddenly spurt from her cunt. 

"You like that, huh, Mrs. Archer?" Fred said and grinned. 

"Ohhhh, God, yes!" Hilda moaned. "Keep doing it, Barry, please!" She 
resented Fred's lewd inquiry, but her pleasure was too great for silence. 
Barry's steady stimulation of her clit was making her violently horny. She 
drew her plump legs up, till her knees touched her breasts, giving him 
better access to her aroused clit. Her vagina was creaming steadily now, her 
juices tickling over her anus to wet the bedspread. 

As Barry's grubby little fingers continued their work, Fred watched in 
fascination, licking his lips. But it was not his nature to remain on the 
sidelines during any action, and he soon wanted to take over, to palpitate 
the creamy little bud himself, putting Hilda in his power and making her 
shriek with pleasure. 

"Hey," he said to Barry, "let me try it, too." 

The mild-mannered Barry had no objection to sharing the fun, and he moved 
aside. Fred's thin white fingers fastened around Hilda's clit, tweaking and 
kneading a little more forcefully and swiftly than Barry's had done, jolting 
the plump woman quickly into a wildly jerking orgasm. 

"Eeeeee!" Hilda screamed, as pleasure wracked her body. "Oh, my God, yes. 
YES! Ahhhhh!" 

Hot cream spurted from her cunt, and she began to flail her arms and legs. 
Fred watched proudly.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

All the while, Denny remained in his hiding place outside the bedroom 
window, watching, sometimes grinning and sometimes gawking in astonishment. 
When Fred had first stamped into the bedroom, red-faced with anger, Denny 
had thought, Oh, oh, time to split! He feared there would be a loud 
argument, ending with Mrs. Archer on the phone to the cops. But to his 
surprise and admiration, Fred soon had the situation under control and 
seemed to take charge of things. Denny continued to watch, wondering what 
his young friend had in mind. 

When Hilda obeyed the order to take off her clothes, Denny was not 
impressed. Christ, she was a dog! So plump and sagging and out of shape! You 
couldn't pay him to ball a dame like her! But of course Fred and Barry 
didn't know any better, probably thought they had a real prize. Then, when 
Fred pushed Hilda onto her back and scrambled between her legs for an 
exploring session, Denny became more interested. 

He watched, grinning, as Barry demonstrated how to turn the older woman on 
by playing with her clit, then Fred taking over. Christ, what a kick to see 
ol' Fred bring the plump broad off like that, making her howl and kick and 
shoot her cream! Denny had to admit, too, that the scene was beginning to 
turn him on a little, even though Mrs. Archer was no beauty. He began to 
think of Denise, his shapely and lusty divorcee friend across the street, 
waiting impatiently for him by now, waiting to take his stiffened cock into 
her tight, hot little asshole. He had many girlfriends on his grocery route, 
but he especially prized Denise because she was the only one who liked it in 
the ass. 

Well, he would get to Denise-in fact he felt sure he was going to give her 
the fuck of her life today, or, rather, the buggering of her life-but just 
now he wanted to watch the scene at the Archers' a little longer. He could 
always have Denise, but it wasn't often he could have a show like this.... 

As Hilda lay flushed and gasping on the bed, recovering from her orgasm, 
Fred played his semi-erect prick over her creamy vulva, letting it trail in 
hot stickiness. If he could only get hard, he'd stick it into her, and the 
other kid would just have to wait. But now Hilda sighed and rolled over, 
then got to her knees and looked dreamily around at the two boys, then 
reached out and took one plump soft penis in each hand. She found it highly 
titillating to play with both at once, and, grinning, she began to pump 
them. Fred submitted, hoping it would get him hard, and Barry, who had lost 
his erection in the shock of Fred's entrance, was even more willing to 
permit her touch. He had noticed with some chagrin that Fred's prick was 
slightly bigger than his, and he hoped the difference would be erased by a 
good hard-on. 

But Hilda was not content merely to fondle the two adorable little cocks. 
Soon she was maneuvering the boys to stand close together, and then she 
knelt before them and began licking and kissing both pricks in turn, moving 
rapidly from one to the other. As her stiff tongue flicked and lapped them, 
the two small cocks flopped and bounced gaily. Growing rapidly excited, 
Hilda found herself getting crazy ideas. Hardly knowing what she was doing, 
she reached behind the boys and wriggled a little finger into both 
tight-clenched assholes, quickly working upward till her fingers were buried 
in wet warmth up to the last knuckle. 

"Hey!" the boys shrilled in chorus. For a moment they were put off by having 
her poke her fingers up their asses, but as she gently, teasingly, worked 
inside them, they relaxed, sighed, and began to enjoy it. When this was 
accomplished, Hilda bent low before them and tenderly licked their sagging 
little balls, making the boys shiver happily. The combination of all this 
action, having their cocks licked, their anuses reamed, and their balls 
tongued, gave both the boys stiff little erections in a matter of minutes. 
Barry was much relieved to notice that while Fred's hardened cock was still 
longer than his, his own stiff prick was slightly fatter. 

"Oh, jeez," whined Fred, digging the sensual probing of her finger in his 
ass and the hot wet play of her tongue on his balls, "I'm gettin' really 
hard! I wanta fuck now!" 

"What's that?" inquired Barry. 

Fred stared at him incredulously. "You mean you don't know what fucking is? 
Oh, man, where've you been?" 

Barry flushed, but his curiosity was strong. "Just tell me, okay?" 

"Well," Fred answered importantly, "it's sticking your cock in a woman's 
cunt and squirting your stuff into her." 

"Oh, I know about that," Barry said, much relieved. "I just didn't know it 
was called fucking." 

Fred shrugged, impatient with the conversation, his small cock achingly 
stiff and thirsting for action. "Come on, come on!" he urged Hilda, who was 
still happily licking their testicles. "I wanta fuck you now! The kid can 
watch and learn how to do it." 

Hilda, more irritated than ever by Fred's rudeness and selfishness, popped 
her fingers from their anuses and stood up, hands on hips, making herself 
taller than the boys. "No, Fred," she said sternly, "Barry was here first, 
and I'll satisfy him first. You may recall that you interrupted us when you 
came in. He's waited long enough." 

Fred reddened. "Yeah, okay, I know he oughta go first, uut my cock's so hard 
it hurts! Couldn't you do me first? It wouldn't take long." 

"Nuts," said Barry, "my cock hurts, too! You gotta wait!" He felt emboldened 
by Hilda's obvious preference for him, and he faced Fred menacingly. 

"Boys, boys!" laughed Hilda. 'There's no need to fight about it! I've just 
thought of a solution that will satisfy everyone." 

Indeed she had. Recalling the position she and Barry had been in when Fred 
interrupted, the boy supine on the bed and she leaning over him to suck his 
cock, it occurred to her that her cunt was available, too. There was no 
reason why Fred could not indulge his urge to fuck, while she indulged in 
her own favorite sport, eating Barry. Quickly she moved the boys into 
position, placing Barry on his back in the center of the bed, then kneeling 
between his out-flung legs and letting Fred kneel behind her. When the boys 
understood what was to happen, they agreed enthusiastically. 

"Great!" cried Fred, holding his small stiff cock in readiness. "Can I stick 
it in now?" 

Hilda started to answer, but Barry interrupted, "Hey, wait, I wanta see how 
he does it!" He scrambled out from under Hilda and knelt close to Fred. 

Masterfully, proud of the younger boy's fascinated observation, Fred eased 
his hard little prick into the gaping, creaming mouth of Hilda's vagina. 
"See," he said, "that's her cunt. All you do is stick your cock in there, 
then shove it in and out, like this." He gave a few sharp jerks of his hips, 
and they watched his thin white shaft moving in and out, glistening now with 
her juices. 

"Ummmm!" murmured Hilda. "Yes, Fred, your cock is nice and hard! I'm going 
to enjoy it very much! But Barry, darling, get back in your place so I can 
suck you while Fred fucks me!" 

"Oh, right!" chirped Barry, crawling back underneath Hilda. He was hardly in 
place before she went down on him with a hungry moan. She sucked his small 
pointed prick into her mouth with such force that the boy shrieked his 
delight, then she began to suck very noisily and swiftly, drooling at the 
thought of eating his cum. These noises were joined by similar sucking 
sounds as Fred's eager prick hammered in her flooded cunt. Hilda felt ready 
to die of happiness. Nothing could be better than this, sucking a sweet 
little cock and getting balled at the same time! 

"Ummmm!" she muttered. "UMMMMMM!" 

"Aw, shit," wailed Fred, "it's so hot in your cunt, oh, man, it's great!" 

"Ohhhh!" moaned Barry. "Suck my cock, Mrs. Archer, oh, yeah, suck it all you 
want!" 

Denny stifled a laugh of delight. Too much! It had been amusing to watch the 
dumpy middle-aged woman playing with the two little boys, pumping her 
fingers in their assholes, licking their balls like she was starved, sucking 
on their cocks. But now, as he watched the scene on the bed, he found 
himself powerfully aroused. Next to Hilda's plump maturity, the two slim 
boys appeared like puppies crawling over their mother. Fred, kneeling behind 
her and clenching his teeth in concentration, was giving it all he had, 
ramming his little cock into her wide cunt like a pro. Denny felt proud of 
his young friend. Barry, flushed, almost faint with pleasure, writhed slowly 
on the bed as Hilda greedily sucked his tiny penis. It was clear how much 
she enjoyed it. Man, that broad really loved to eat cock! Denny found his 
feelings about her improving rapidly. No, he still wouldn't want to ball 
her-he could do better than that any day of the week. But it would be a 
groove to have her go down on him, to have her hungrily and noisily suck his 
prick the way she was doing it to that kid. 

To his annoyance, Denny suddenly realized that he had an enormous erection. 
Shit, how could he make his grocery rounds with his meat sticking out like 
that? He would have to jerk off. But, wait, Denise! He'd forgotten. Denise 
would do everything he needed-let the kids have Mrs. Archer! 

Denny crept toward the front of the house, waited till no one was in sight, 
then sprinted across the street to Denise's place, dashing in the door 
without knocking. He found her sitting on the sofa, impatiently tapping her 
foot and smoking. When he barged in, she glared at him and ground out her 
cigarette. 

"Where the hell have you been?" she snapped. "You were supposed to be here 
half an hour ago!" 

"Never mind that, baby," he panted. "I'm here now." He wouldn't tell Denise 
what he'd seen. She had a big mouth, and he saw no point in endangering the 
nice little scene Fred had going. He shipped out his engorged prick, angry 
and red and enormously long and fat, waving it at Denise. "Look what I 
brought you, baby!" he leered. "Of course, if you're mad at me and don't 
want it, I can give it to somebody else." 

Denise's mouth fell open, and she stared at his huge cock almost dreamily. 
Then, abruptly, she stood up, unzipped her stretch pants, and pulled them 
down to her knees, along with her bikini panties. She turned, rested her 
hands on the arm of the sofa, and presented her beautifully rounded, firm, 
white buttocks to Denny. 

"Oh, I'll take your present, darling," she purred, "right in the ass!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Hilda moaned deep in her throat as she felt the swift jabbing of Fred's hard 
little cock against her juicy cunt walls and sucked ravenously on Barry's 
small stiff penis. She could tell by Fred's harsh, rapid breathing and 
Barry's clenched teeth and stiffly arched body that both boys were close to 
cumming. That was fine, she was close, too, very close. 

"Oh, shit, shit!" Fred swore, almost in a chant, as pleasure engulfed him. 
"I'm gonna cum, yeah, yeah, ahhhhh! AHHHH!" 

"Oh, Jesus, me, too!" yelped Barry. "Oh, suck my cock, Mrs. Archer! 
Suck-OHHHHHH!" 

Hilda gurgled ecstatically as Barry's hot salty seed began to spatter in her 
throat, and she gulped it down as fast as it came. Fred's cum was sizzling 
deep in her cunt, too, bringing her quickly to a violent climax that made 
her whole body shake. The bucking and swaying of her hips was so forceful 
that Fred was almost knocked from position, but he dug his fingers into her 
plump sides, jammed his squirting cock into her as deep as he could, and 
managed to hold on, squealing delightedly as her convulsing cunt nipped and 
milked his penis. After long, beautiful moments, the exhausted trio finally 
slumped to the bed, panting and utterly satisfied. 

"Oh, boys!" sighed Hilda. "That was lovely!" 

"Yeah, it sure was good," agreed Fred. "Man, how I love to fuck!" 

"I want to try it next," Barry said eagerly. "I've never done it before, so 
it should be my turn." 

"Hey, yeah," said Fred, "and she could suck me off while you're doing it! 
I've never been sucked off before, either. I bet it's a kick! How about it, 
Mrs. Archer, could Barry and I change places and do it again?" 

Hilda laughed helplessly. "Boys, for heaven's sake, can't we rest first? I'm 
older than you, remember, and I just don't have your energy." 

Fred grinned mischievously. "I bet I know something that'll bring your 
energy back real fast," he said, reaching for her clit. He seized the fat 
red bump and began tweaking it between thumb and forefinger. 

Hilda sighed. It felt pleasant to have her clit rubbed, very pleasant 
indeed, but she doubted she'd be horny again very soon. The swift hard 
fucking she'd just received from Fred had more than satisfied her. 

"Here," said Barry, "I'll help, too." 

The blond boy began to caress Hilda, first her breasts, then belly and 
thighs, and finally, yielding to his curiosity, all the red creamy parts 
between her legs. He was especially eager to explore her cunt, that 
mysterious hole where Fred had put his cock and where he, Barry, hoped to 
put his. Insinuating a finger, he found it wide, wet, and very hot. Hilda 
sighed at his penetration, seemed to enjoy it, and so Barry began working 
his finger in and out of her big vagina, slowly and stiffly. All the while, 
Fred kept tweaking her fat clit, and in spite of her doubts, Hilda soon 
found herself aroused. 

Yes, she thought, it would be nice to do it again, she wouldn't mind at all. 
She reached out and began to play with the boys' limp little pricks, curling 
her fingers around them and pumping them, trying to make them hard again, 
but Fred protested, "Hey, no, there's a quicker way than that! Come here, 
Barry." He patted the bed beside Hilda's head, and Barry obeyed. Fred 
kneeled on the other side of her head, then, grinning, instructed his 
friend, "Now stick your cock in her mouth." 

Barry looked uncertainly at Hilda, but she nodded lazily, curious to know 
just what Fred had in mind. Barry leaned over her, and she stuck out her 
tongue, gave his flabby prick a brief licking, then sucked it in and began 
working on it, but again Fred protested, "Wait a sec, take mine, too." He 
leaned over her and began directing his drooping, skinny little cock toward 
her mouth. Momentarily Hilda was shocked and annoyed. Pretty damned 
inventive, this kid! But then she thought, Oh, why not? If she liked sucking 
one cock, why not two? Certainly there was plenty of room for both immature 
pricks. She opened her mouth and sucked in Fred's cock, immediately 
titillated by feeling two in her mouth at once, rubbing them together 
between tongue and palate, making the boys sigh and wriggle happily. They 
were hard in no time at all. 

"Okay, Barry," Fred panted, pleased at the success of his idea, "you pull 
out now and fuck her. Your cock's hard enough." 

Again Barry looked to Hilda for permission. She felt things were moving a 
little too fast for her, but when she thought of taking Barry's stiff little 
prick in her cunt, she grew very excited. She nodded and smiled 
encouragingly, and Barry, returning her smile, scrambled between her legs 
and fumbled around with his small prick till he managed to pop it into her 
wide, soaked vagina. As she felt it enter, hard and pointed, Hilda gurgled 
happily. Fred, still kneeling at her head and feeding her his cock, grinned. 

"How do you like it?" he asked Barry. 

"Oh, man, it's great!" sighed Barry, beginning to move his hips, working his 
tiny penis in the steaming hole. "It's so hot and wet in here!" 

"Do it fast and hard," Fred advised. "You cum even quicker that way." 

Barry obeyed, and Hilda felt herself being banged swiftly towards orgasm. At 
the same time, she sucked Fred's fat little penis noisily, hungrily, till 
the red-haired boy gasped and bucked his hips in time to her motions. Woman 
and boys were tantalizingly close to cumming, when suddenly they all heard a 
car pulling into the driveway. 

"Oh, my God!" shrieked Hilda, spitting out Fred's cock and sitting up with a 
start. "My husband! What'll we do?" 

The ever-resourceful Fred thought fast. "You put on your robe," he whispered 
to Hilda, "and go out and meet him. Barry and I can dress in here and go out 
the window." 

Hilda nodded and obeyed. She was aching with horniness, horribly 
disappointed at being interrupted at such a time, but there was nothing to 
be done about it. The boys, equally frustrated, sighed loudly as they pulled 
on their jeans and tried to stuff their still-standing little cocks into 
their pants. As Hilda was about to leave the room, Fred whispered harshly: 

"We'll be back tomorrow and take up where we left off!" 

Hilda knew that Fred would keep his word. 

All evening Hilda was furious with her husband, although she realized she 
was being unfair. It wasn't Herbert's fault that he'd come home from work 
just at that crucial moment. But she couldn't help resenting the results, 
being left in a state of aching arousal that lasted all evening. By bedtime 
she was ready to scream with horniness, and then, to add insult to injury, 
Herbert went to bed when she did instead of dawdling in the bathroom as was 
usually his custom. Oh, God, she thought desperately, I won't even be able 
to bring myself off! She tried to stay awake until he slept, hoping for at 
least a quick, quiet session of masturbation; but it had been an exhausting 
day, and she drifted off. Soon Herbert's snores mingled with hers.... 

Hours later, just before dawn, Herbert Archer began to move restlessly in 
his sleep. It was that dream again, the dream of the beautiful teenage 
seductress, which had plagued him nightly for the past several months. The 
setting was the same, the grassy shore of a lake, a warm summer day, and 
Herbert lying naked on the ground, drowsy and lazy. But this time the lovely 
young girl was not so aggressive in her attentions. She wandered out of the 
woods, caught sight of Herbert, and stopped still in surprise, her eyes 
drawn to his long, limp cock. She stared at it in fascination, as if she'd 
never seen a penis before, although she was not frightened, only curious. 
Slowly, then, she approached him, apparently seeking a closer view. All the 
while, though he knew he should cover himself up, Herbert was unable to 
move. 

Now the pretty teenager stood only a few feet away from him, staring 
wide-eyed at his flabby prick, licking her lips as she did so. Herbert tried 
to speak, but no words came out. The girl continued to look at his fat, 
white, flabby penis, then knelt to inspect it even more closely. At last, 
very slowly and hesitantly, she extended one hand as if to touch it, then 
stopped and looked Herbert in the eye. 

"Oh, I beg your pardon," she said meekly. "I should ask for permission. May 
I touch your cock, please?" 

At last Herbert found his voice, though it came out in a hoarse croak: "Oh, 
uh, yes, of course!" 

The girl smiled shyly, then looked down at his big prick again. She laid her 
soft fingers on it and very gently trailed them the length of the silky, 
warm shaft, then sighed. "It feels very nice," she said wonderingly. "I like 
touching it." 

She noticed the wrinkled foreskin at the tip of his cock and timidly rubbed 
it with her finger, so that Herbert could feel the pressure on the sensitive 
flesh of his glans beneath. "May I play with this a little?" she requested. 

"Go ahead," sighed Herbert, "be my guest." He felt a familiar tingling now 
in his balls, warm buzzes of sensation that communicated themselves to his 
cock and signaled an erection soon to come. The girl was working more boldly 
with his foreskin now, slipping the loose skin back, bringing the fat purple 
head of his prick into view. The stimulation of her fingers was arousing 
Herbert very fast, and suddenly, before their wondering eyes, his cock 
twitched hard, jerked itself from the girl's hand, and mushroomed erect, 
becoming an immensely long, bloated, reddish weapon that stood straight up, 
a glob of white cream bubbling from the dark hole at the tip. 

"Oh, golly!" exclaimed the girl admiringly. "It's huge!" 

Herbert only smiled.... 

Hilda was not wakened as her husband tossed and mumbled in his dream, for 
she was deep in a dream of her own, quite the most delicious dream she'd 
ever had in her life. She found herself naked on her bed, alone in the 
house, and very horny, but reluctant to bring herself off. That wasn't any 
fun now. She wanted Barry. And as if by magic, he was there, scratching at 
the window and whispering for permission to come in. Eagerly Hilda raised 
the window and let him enter, then carried him to the bed and stripped him. 
Her lust was almost violent as she began to eat him, sucking on his adorable 
little prick till it dripped her saliva, sucking his fat warm testicles into 
her mouth, stuffing her thick tongue into his tiny anus and cleaning it out. 
Barry lay blissfully beneath her, lost to everything but the pleasure she 
was giving him, his handsome face flushed and wreathed in a gentle smile. 
There were no words: Hilda's mouth was busy with other things, and Barry was 
too carried away to speak. 

At last, however, the boy wiggled out from under her with a mischievous 
grin, as if he had some secret, eased her onto her back, and lay down 
between her outstretched legs, his long blond hair brushing her furry mons. 
She felt his small fingers separating the curly lips and holding them apart, 
then the hot tip of his tongue nudging and circling her highly sensitive 
clit. Her cunt creamed hotly and heavily in response, and she moaned, . 

"Oh, my darling, what a nice thing to do! I love it!" 

Barry did not reply. Instead he fixed his lips around the little red shaft 
and began to suck it fast and vigorously. Hilda almost fainted with 
pleasure.... 

In Herbert's dream, things had not progressed much. His cock was wonderfully 
hard, but the lovely young girl seemed a little afraid of it in its erect 
state. She gingerly curled her fingers around the shaft, felt how thick and 
hard it was, then jerked her hand away. She licked her lips, as if gathering 
courage, then extended a finger to touch the blob of cream that glistened on 
the tip of his prick, smearing it all around the bloated glans, wondering at 
the silky slickness of the skin. She lifted her finger to her mouth, stuck 
out her tongue, and tasted his cream thoughtfully. 

"Oh," she mused, "I like it! Do you mind if I get some more?" 

"Have all you want!" urged the delighted Herbert. 

The girl smiled gratefully, then bent over him, flicked out her pretty pink 
tongue, and rested the tip against his bulbous purple glans. She drew her 
tongue back quickly, giggled uncertainly, then stuck it out again, licking 
gently around the dark cream-oozing hole of the glans. Once more she drew 
back her tongue, savored and tasted, decided she liked it, and fell to 
licking him hungrily, swishing her tongue all around the head of his cock, 
into the hole, till she had cleaned it of all its juices. 

"Oh, dear," she pouted, "no more! I want more!" 

"Try sucking on it," Herbert suggested breathlessly. "Then it will make 
more." 

The girl looked doubtful, but she obeyed, taking just the enormously fat 
glans into her hot little mouth, then sucking on it slowly and clumsily. 
Herbert did not mind her amateurishness a bit. He felt more lubricating 
cream burble from his glans hole, heard the girl mutter in happy surprise, 
then felt the soft point of her tongue tip in the hole, reaming, tickling, 
licking out the juice. Now that she knew the technique worked, she began to 
suck his cockhead faster and with more delicious pressure, eagerly eating up 
his cream as fast as it was produced. 

Herbert gave a loud sigh of joy, and in gratitude to the girl he reached 
behind her cute little buttocks, slipped a finger between her legs, and 
found her clit, a tiny fat button that was hot and moist. He began to rub it 
teasingly, and the girl flashed him a look of surprise but did not let his 
cock out of her mouth. As his rubbing continued, she blushed with arousal 
and began moving her hips in time to his fingering, grinding her little bud 
against his finger to get more friction. He felt a hot spurt of cunt juice 
wet his wrist. He fingered faster.... 

Hilda's dream was making her whine softly and steadily to Barry's delightful 
sucking of her clit. She knew she could cum that way fast, but she tried to 
hold it off, wanting to prolong her pleasure. And she wanted to do something 
nice for Barry, too, but how? Snuggled down there between her legs, he was 
out of reach. 

"Barry, darling," she gasped, "I love what you're doing, and I want you to 
go on doing it, but let's change our positions a little, so I can play with 
you, too." 

The boy got up, his lips sticky with her cream, and Hilda arranged him to 
lie on her belly with his ass towards her, his face in her pussy. She began 
to tickle his anus, and he quickly fell to sucking her clit again. Such a 
lovely way to play, she thought happily, getting her clit sucked-the most 
delightful sensation she'd ever had-and at the same time being able to touch 
and see all Barry's pink virgin parts, his little cock and balls and asshole 
completely open and exposed to her hungry eyes and mouth. She admired the 
fresh pink wrinkle of his anus, circled it tenderly with her finger, then 
eased the tip of her little finger gently inside, no more than a quarter of 
an inch. Barry sighed and wriggled his ass, encouraging further penetration. 
She worked her finger in to the first knuckle, wondering at how tight and 
hot it was in his tiny asshole. Meanwhile Barry had moved on to lap and lick 
her pulpy labia, a delicious feeling, and it gave Hilda an idea. She popped 
her finger out of his anus and stuck in her tongue instead, swiftly stuffing 
him with its fat wet bulk. Barry gasped. 

"Aw, jeez, Mrs. Archer!" he squealed. "I love it when you do that! Oh, boy, 
that's great!" 

In response Hilda worked her thick tongue noisily in his ass, digging deeper 
with each thrust, and against her chin she felt his tiny balls puff up and 
grow tight, then his little cock getting stiff and hard. He began to lick 
gently around the dripping mouth of her cunt, then, on a sudden impulse, 
snaked his tongue into her, imitating in her cunt the things she was doing 
in his ass. Hilda moaned, loving it, and Barry's small buttocks wriggled 
blissfully. She wanted to cum desperately now, and she briefly pulled her 
tongue from his anus to gasp, "Barry! Darling, suck my clit again!" The boy 
obeyed, bringing her off in a matter of seconds, but somehow the orgasm was 
not very good. It did not satisfy her, and she could not understand why. 
"Let's rest for a moment, Barry," she said to the boy. Obediently, Barry 
crawled off her. Hilda rolled onto her side and curled up to think about 
what had happened, and the little boy snuggled up behind her, putting his 
arms around her plump warm sides and pressing his firm body against her 
back. She felt his stiff small prick butting her legs, and she 
affectionately reached around and gave a brief pumping. Why hadn't her 
climax satisfied her? Why was she still writhing with lust? 

What Hilda did not realize was that she'd only dreamed the climax, hadn't 
really cum. She still needed the real thing.... 

Deep in his delightful dream, Herbert rubbed the pretty teenager's clit 
while she sucked the fat head of his cock. She was creaming all over his 
hand now, obviously aroused, and at last, blushing and panting, she took her 
mouth off his cock and said with some embarrassment, "Gee, mister, you're 
making me awful horny!" 

"Well, then, let's do something about it," grinned Herbert. "I can give you 
a really good fuck, I guarantee it!" 

The girl sighed deeply. "Oh, wow, how I wish we could! But I'm a virgin, and 
I want to stay that way till I'm married." She frowned and pondered for a 
moment, then went on, "But there is a way we could do it, if you don't mind 
the idea. You could ball me in the ass-that's how I always let my fiance do 
it. I like it a lot, too. But maybe you-" 

"Not another word!" said Herbert. "That suits me just fine!" 

His heart was hammering with excitement. One of his oldest and best 
fantasies was about to come true! Herbert had always longed to bugger a 
woman, knowing how deliciously tight and hot her anus would be, but he 
wouldn't have dreamed of suggesting such a thing. Now the lovely young girl 
had relieved him of that necessity. Already she was giving him a smile of 
invitation, crawling onto her hands and knees, and putting her sweet little 
ass high in the air, offering it to him freely. With a growl of lust, 
Herbert leaped onto her.... 

Hilda, still deep in her dream, felt herself rolled powerfully onto her 
belly, then the stiff jabbing of a big penis against her buttocks. What in 
the world? It was very confused now, Barry seemed to have gone and a 
stranger had taken his place. She was about to protest when she felt a fat 
slippery cockhead trying to wriggle into her tightly clenched anus. The idea 
of being fucked in the ass had always repelled her, but now she was almost 
crazy with need, she didn't care how she got it, just so she had a stiff 
cock inside her. Why not, what was really wrong with it? The stranger had 
seized her hips now, pulled her up into position, and was trying to stuff 
his huge prick into her asshole, but the tenseness of her sphincter muscle 
prevented him from getting in. She had only to relax that muscle, and she 
would be filled with thick hot cock. Oh, God, why not? It would be so 
good.... 

Herbert had mounted the beautiful girl-or so he thought. In reality, in the 
frenzy of his dream, he had crawled onto his wife's back and was desperately 
trying to work his cock into her anus. The girl had invited him, why didn't 
she open up? Damn, damn! He didn't want to hurt her by plunging past the 
muscle's resistance, but he just had to get in, had to bury his prick deep 
in that clinging warmth! 

At that moment Hilda made her decision, relaxed the mouth of her anus, and 
Herbert gave a deep sigh as he felt his achingly hard penis slip into her 
butt. Hilda sighed, too. It was wonderful, just as good as taking it in the 
vagina. Better perhaps, because the fit was so much tighter, giving her more 
of the stuffed and stretched sensation she loved. The enormous cock was 
easing slowly up her narrow anus, a difficult but delicious passage, and she 
heard the stranger panting as he pushed. He began to sweat, and stinging 
drops fell onto her back and buttocks, somehow exciting her terribly. Oh, 
she liked this very much, the near-brutality of it, the sense of being 
overpowered and held and raped! She relaxed her anal passage even more, and 
the huge thick penis shot in all the way, till big coarse-haired testicles 
slapped against her thighs. She wriggled her ass joyfully, hoping the man 
would fuck her hard and fast. 

Herbert was in a height of ecstasy he had never known before, now that his 
hungry cock was buried all the way in the juicy little anus. He'd never 
fucked anything so tight and sweet and hot as this! He knew he wouldn't last 
long, not as excited and horny as he was now, but he tried to prolong their 
pleasure as much as he could, beginning to work his penis very slowly in and 
out of her ass, long gradual thrusts that made them both sigh and shiver. 
Christ, it was great! Her moist anal walls gripped and rubbed his prick 
deliciously, her soft thighs tickled his balls. He wished he was capable of 
screwing all night, but it wouldn't be long now. 

Hilda moaned steadily as the enormous hard cock reamed her anus, its 
powerful thrusts tugging at her labia and clit till she was fucked to the 
very trembling edge of orgasm. All she needed now to take her into it was a 
little more speed, a little more force. She bucked her buttocks against the 
man's belly, giving him a lewd hint of what she wanted, and he picked up on 
it instantly, banging her ever faster and harder. 

Bless her, Herbert thought, this sweet little female! She had told him by 
her movements that she wanted more of his cock, wanted him to ball her 
brutally fast. Well, he was more than ready to obey! With a snort of 
pleasure, he began to stuff her ass with dizzying speed, and she responded, 
bucking her buttocks in time to his furious strokes. In a matter of seconds 
he felt an enormous load of cum pooling in his balls, rippling hotly the 
length of his cock, then jetting from his glans to sizzle deep in her ass. 

"Uh, uh, uh!" he grunted, reeling with pleasure. "UHHHHHHH!AAAGGGHHHHH!" 

Hilda took his hot seed joyfully, then felt herself cumming, too. She joined 
her inarticulate yelps to the man's happy bellowing, pumping her ass wildly 
and shrieking, "Eeeeee! AHHHHH!" 

Hilda and Herbert woke fully from their dreams with the violence of their 
orgasms, writhing and jerking and wailing together for some moments. But it 
was only as they sank exhausted and satisfied onto the bed, his long limp 
cock still firmly gripped in her tight asshole, that they realized what had 
happened. Hilda remembered the bellowing voice and recognized it now as her 
husband's. Herbert, with the gray light of dawn, saw her half-turned face 
and knew it was his wife he'd buggered. Both were horrified. 

"Oh, my God!" Hilda began to weep. "You-you-did it to me when I was asleep, 
helpless, and in that filthy way! Herbert, how could you?" 

"Oh, Christ," he muttered apologetically, "I'm sorry, dear! I was dreaming, 
I didn't realize what I was doing until just now! Honestly, I'm sorry!" 

"Then get your penis out of me!" wailed Hilda. 

Herbert obeyed at once, and in shame and embarrassment they drew apart, 
moving to opposite sides of the bed and turning their backs to each other. 
To avoid any more talk of the incident, they both pretended to go back to 
sleep, but in fact neither could really drift off again. Hilda still lay 
horrified and repelled by what she'd done, letting Herbert stick his huge 
ugly cock in her anus, enjoying it wildly. Of course she'd been asleep, not 
in command of herself, but that didn't make it any prettier. 

Herbert was not quite so upset, in fact he was quietly amused by now. Poor 
old Hilda, getting it in the ass! She, who hated sex even in the ordinary 
way-it really was ironic and wickedly funny. And it had been one hell of a 
good cum, too. He sighed wistfully. If only Hilda would let him do that to 
her all the time! He wouldn't need his fantasies then! But it was useless to 
hope. She was frigid, always had been, and he would never have such a chance 
again. And of course he'd be on her shit list for at least a week, getting 
freezing stares and deadly silences. Not that it would be anything 
extraordinary-they never talked much anyway. Oh, hell, why couldn't he have 
had the good luck to marry a woman who liked sex? 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Hilda looked out the window and saw Barry and Fred coming down the street. 
Her heart pounded as she checked her appearance in the hall mirror. Fred had 
kept his promise. The two boys were back to take up where they'd left off 
yesterday. She hoped it would please them that she was wearing the black 
negligee again. 

The doorbell rang, and Hilda hurried to answer. She flung open the door. 
Yes, it was them-Barry blushing and smiling shyly, Fred grinning cockily as 
he stood with hands on hips. 

"Oh, hello, boys!" Hilda greeted them. "Won't you come in?" 

"That's what we had in mind," answered Fred, entering the house ahead of 
Barry. "Let's get to it right away, okay? My cock's hard already." 

Both Hilda and Barry were irritated by his rudeness. They'd had an idyllic, 
gentle scene till Fred butted in, but there was nothing they could do about 
it. His threat to tell the whole town about them was a powerful hold over 
them, and they would have to do as he wanted. But not in all things. Hilda 
would not tolerate his bad manners. 

"No, Fred," she snapped, "we will not get to it right away. I'm not just a 
thing that you can use for your pleasure any time you want to. I have 
feelings." 

Fred, realizing he had irritated her, shuffled his feet, then said sullenly, 
"Aw, all right, whatever you say, Mrs. Archer." 

"That's better," said Hilda. "Now come on to the bedroom, you two." 

Now that her young lovers were actually in the house and she seemed to have 
Fred under control for the time being, Hilda allowed herself to think of 
what pleasant things they might do that afternoon. Above all, she wanted to 
play with their handsome bodies, especially cocks and balls, but there were 
many other possibilities as well. Knowing Fred's determined nature, she 
suspected he'd want to take up where they left off last time, having her 
suck his penis while Barry fucked her from behind. But to her amazement, 
Hilda found herself bored by the idea-already it was old hat, and she wanted 
something different. Well, there was plenty of time. She would just see what 
developed. 

"I have an idea, boys," she announced as they undressed, "something I think 
we'll all enjoy." 

The boys were eager and cooperative. After Hilda lay down on her back in the 
center of the bed, she had Fred and Barry lie on either side of her, facing 
the opposite way, so that she could play with their pricks, balls, and 
anuses while they had free access to her pussy. This met with everyone's 
approval, and soon they were all happily playing with each other, Hilda 
sighing as boyish fingers trailed, rubbed, and explored over her clit, 
labia, cunt and ass, the boys wriggling excitedly as the older woman 
expertly massaged and teased their small cocks, testicles, and anuses. Hilda 
only wished they had all day for their sport, but it was best to be cautious 
and allow themselves only two hours, considering what had happened last 
time, the near-fatal encounter with Herbert. 

"Hey, Mrs. Archer." The recently-chastened Fred spoke almost meekly. "I sure 
would like it if you'd suck my cock. Are you gonna do it?" 

"Be patient, Fred!" Hilda said and laughed. "I'll get around to it before 
we're through." 

"And I didn't get to finish fucking, either," Barry reminded her politely. 
"Do you think we'll have time?" 

"Oh, I'm sure we will, dear," Hilda replied rather absent-mindedly. 
Something else had engaged her attention, the way the boys' small floppy 
white pricks lay so close together. It reminded her of their last session, 
when Fred had made her suck both cocks at once. That hadn't been bad, not at 
all. She felt her mouth fill with saliva at the very thought. Well, why not? 
she thought. You only live once. Swiftly she gathered the two little pricks 
to her mouth and sucked them in, rubbing them together in the tight slick 
nest between tongue and palate. 

"Aw, shit, yeah!" shrieked Fred. "Go! Suck our cocks!" 

"Oh, wow, Mrs. Archer!" exclaimed the more polite Barry. "It feels great!" 

Hilda acknowledged their pleasure by sucking them faster, using her tongue 
tip to wriggle tenderly under wrinkled foreskins to tickle the naked glans. 
At the same time she inserted a little finger in both assholes and began 
pumping, gradually working her fingers all the way into the tight moist 
passages. 

"Yeah, yeah!" chanted Fred. "Get your finger in there, ma'am! Christ, that's 
good!" 

Barry only sighed and wriggled his ass to show how much he enjoyed her 
penetration. While continuing her noisy, juicy sucking of their little 
flapping cocks and reaming their small assholes with her fingers, Hilda 
managed to use her other fingers to tickle their balls. In their feverish 
delight, between howls and yelps and squeals, the two boys attacked her red 
juicy parts, Barry tonguing her clit furiously, Fred imitating Hilda herself 
by working a finger into her anus and giving her a delicious pumping. Hilda 
felt her cunt creaming abundantly in response to the double stimulation, and 
she moaned and gurgled deep in her throat. 

But somehow she wanted more than this, and some yet-unknown need was making 
itself felt. What was it? It had something to do with Fred's poking, probing 
finger which had now snaked deep into her anus. Yes, that was it, she felt a 
new and sudden desire to be fatly penetrated there. Like-oh, my God, like 
Herbert had accidentally done to her last night! When she realized this, 
Hilda felt ashamed and disgusted with herself. How could she want such a 
loathsome thing? 

Momentarily she forgot her happy play with the boys, even while, 
mechanically, she continued to suck their pricks and finger balls and 
anuses. She recalled last night's events, the wonderful dream of Barry, then 
the violent joy she had felt when she dreamt of the stranger's huge cock in 
her ass, the abandoned way she had cum. Except that that part hadn't, after 
all, been a dream! Herbert really was fucking her in the ass all the while, 
and she'd loved it! God, how awful! Her play with the two boys seemed 
innocent and happy, but everything connected with Herbert-with all grown 
men-seemed dirty and depraved. Men and their foul lust! If she hadn't known 
how little Herbert was interested in sex, she'd suspect that he'd buggered 
her on purpose. But no, that wasn't like meek, skinny Herbert at all. 

In any case, she must put the incident out of her mind. That would be easy 
to do, she was so close to cumming. Why not gratify the boys' wishes now, 
and take up where they'd left off yesterday? She abruptly spat out their 
cocks. 

"Boys," she gasped, "should we do the other thing now? Me sucking Fred's 
cock while Barry fucks me?" 

Two stiff little pricks, plus the excited shouts of the boys, announced 
their agreement, and they quickly scrambled to take their places, Barry 
kneeling behind her big plump ass, Fred grinning and lying down on his back 
so that his straight-standing little cock grazed her lips. 

"Jeez," he said excitedly, "you really gonna let me cum in your mouth? Will 
you swallow my stuff?" 

"That's the idea, darling," Hilda said. "I like the taste very much." 

Fred shrugged and waited happily for her to get on with it. Mrs. Archer 
really had some weird ideas, but as long as they were this much fun, he 
wasn't going to knock it. He gave a whinny of delight as Hilda suddenly 
fastened her lips around his ready prick and sucked it into her mouth. 

"Ummmm," she muttered, already anticipating the flood of boyish cum that 
would soon splatter in her mouth. Now, if Barry would just get going, things 
would be perfect. Why didn't he put his cock into her? He was kneeling back 
there, poised and ready, holding onto her hips for balance, yet he did not 
act. Was he afraid, too polite, uncertain of how to proceed? With an 
exasperated sigh, Hilda briefly left off sucking Fred and said, "Go ahead, 
Barry, put your cock in my cunt." 

"It is in, Mrs. Archer!" he replied bewilderedly. 

Hilda tensed, concentrated on feeling. Yes, by God, he was in! Or so she 
assumed: she could feel his taut belly gently slapping her ass as he pumped, 
feel his tight little balls banging her thighs. But she couldn't feel his 
cock! Barry's little penis, in spite of its ready stiffness, was simply too 
small for her wide, mature vagina, like a minnow in an ocean. This wouldn't 
do at all! Maybe if she changed positions-Yes, if she was face to face with 
the boy, if they did it that way, she'd be tighter. But then what about 
Fred? She couldn't have both of them underneath her. The mechanical details 
were exasperating. And there was still that nagging need for something in 
her anus ... Hilda blushed as an idea came to her. But she had to try it, 
she just had to! 

"Hold everything, boys!" she announced excitedly. "I just thought of 
something that will be even more fun than this!" By now the boys had come to 
admire and respect Hilda's inventiveness, and they made no protest. Ordering 
them to change places, she straddled Barry as he lay on his back, seized his 
hard little cock, and quickly worked it into the dripping mouth of her cunt, 
easing herself down on it to complete penetration. Yes, that was much 
better! She could feel it now, the sharp, stiff, three-inch penis that was 
already making impatient jabs against the pulpy walls of her cunt. 

"Ummm, yes!" she purred. "That's much nicer! Do you like it this way, 
Barry?" 

"Yeah," the blond said, "it's tighter around my cock this way! Oh, boy, 
let's do it!" 

"Hey, what about me?" Fred protested. "Where can I put my cock?" 

"Why, you get the best place of all, Fred," she answered placatingly. 
"You're going to stick it in my ass." 

"In your ass?" Fred seemed astounded at the idea. But then a mischievous 
grin spread over his freckled face. "Hey, yeah, cool!" 

Hilda grinned, too. That was why she'd chosen Fred for the task-she knew the 
lewdness, the naughtiness of it would appeal to a mind like his. "I'm glad 
you approve, Fred," she laughed. "Now, will you just do it?" 

"Oh, right!" Bracing himself by clinging to her wide hips, Fred pointed his 
skinny stiff cock right at the brown pucker of her anus, wormed the tip 
inside, then pushed, sending his little shaft deep into tight, hot, pungent 
flesh. 

"Ahhhhh!" moaned Hilda. "It's delicious! Oh, yes, Fred, keep doing it, get 
in all the way!" 

"Uh, uh, UH!" grunted Fred, pushing furiously, seeking to sink his cock all 
the way to his balls. "Yeah, really good! Uhhhh!" And it was good, so much 
tighter than her cunt, a passage much better suited to his immature cock. 
Fred grunted and whined his pleasure, while Hilda groaned delightedly at the 
double stuffing she was getting, and Barry humped away in deep, serious 
concentration, panting and moaning. They made so much noise that not one of 
them heard a car pull into the driveway, then the back door opening.... 

Herbert Archer was disgusted with himself. This constant horniness was 
simply getting out of hand! Today at the office it had hit him again, only 
worse than ever. Again Miss Devon had dropped her note pad (she was a 
remarkably clumsy girl, in addition to being a scatterbrain), again she had 
stooped to retrieve it, giving Herbert a brief but tantalizing glimpse of 
blue silk panties and sweet little ass. The effect was instantaneous: up 
went his prick, hard as hell and aching for relief. His balls swelled up, 
too, so that he'd had to sit spraddle-legged to ease the crowding in his 
pants. Mournfully he'd waited for the erection to go away, as it usually did 
after half an hour or so, but this time it wouldn't quit. He waited and 
waited, and still the obscene bulge remained. Instead of receding, his lust 
increased, until he felt he'd die if he didn't jack off. He was totally 
unable to work under the circumstances, and finally he'd let Miss Devon go 
early, closed the office, and came home, hiding his enormous cock stand 
under his raincoat as best he could. Christ, this just couldn't go on! He'd 
have to take a mistress or something. But in the meantime, he intended to do 
something about his nagging erection. 

He came quietly in the back door of the house, praying that Hilda wouldn't 
be home. If she was, he'd have to lock himself in the bathroom, run the 
water loudly, and jerk off as fast as possible, in order not to arouse her 
suspicions, but that routine was getting to be a drag. Just for once he 
wanted to masturbate in another room, at his leisure, making as much noise 
as he wanted. 

He didn't find her in the kitchen or living room, and didn't think of 
looking in the bedroom-its door was closed, he heard nothing, and there was 
no reason for her to be there at this time of day. Good! She must be out 
shopping, and since all her shopping trips took at least four hours, he had 
the house to himself. Humming happily, he unzipped his fly and sighed with 
relief as his painfully stiff cock popped out of its tight confinement. 
Wickedly, enjoying his solitude and freedom, he strolled through kitchen and 
living room, letting his huge bloated cock wag in the air before him, 
stopping to admire it in the hall mirror. A good eight inches long, he 
thought proudly, and enormously thick. There must be plenty of women in town 
who'd jump at the chance to be screwed with a big piece of meat like that, 
yes, plenty of them! Too bad his wife wasn't one of them! 

He wrinkled his face in annoyance as he thought of last night, Hilda's 
horrified, puritannical reaction to what had, in fact, been one hell of a 
good fuck. If she could just relax and enjoy for a change! He desperately 
wanted to get his cock into her ass again-so tight, so clinging, yet so 
slick! But he knew she would die before submitting. Damn her! Well, she 
wouldn't be able to say much when he found another woman, as he now intended 
to do. If she couldn't do the simplest wifely duty, taking care of his 
sexual needs, then he'd find somebody who could. 

Meanwhile, however, he intended to have a long, leisurely jerk-off. Herbert 
returned to the kitchen, the easiest place to clean up in case his cum shot 
out of control, and tried to think of some new thing to masturbate into. The 
bar of soap routine was getting to be a bore, and, God knows, he must 
already have the cleanest cock in town. What else, what could he use? In a 
flash he remembered a recent popular novel, which everyone said was "dirty" 
and which everyone consequently read ravenously, in which the hero in one 
scene jerked off into a piece of raw liver. Herbert laughed, recalling how 
funny it had seemed to him when he read the book. Yet, not really a bad idea 
... Hell, it would almost approximate the slick flesh of the vagina, if only 
it were warm. 

Wondering a little at his own daring, Herbert opened the refrigerator and 
inspected its contents. Hamburger, no, that wouldn't work. Ditto pork chops, 
all those bones would be an impediment, not to mention a hazard. The rest of 
the meat was frozen, and only a confirmed masochist would try using it. 
Vegetables, fruit ... Wait. On the bottom shelf, in a brown paper bag, what 
was that? Herbert looked inside, gawked, reddened-and then, with a look of 
determination, took the package out of the fridge. It was a whole frying 
chicken. 

He held the bird up by its wings, looked it over, and found what he expected 
to find, the hole between its legs where unwanted parts had been removed. He 
reached inside the cavity and felt around. Yes, by God, it would do fine! It 
was slippery, moist, and pulpy, just like a cunt. Herbert whisked the 
chicken over to the sink and ran hot water into the hole, warming the 
inside. He hummed faster, and his cock twitched impatiently. At last the 
bird was ready, and Herbert placed it at the edge of the counter, held it 
with one hand, and with the other directed his fat purple cockhead into the 
hole between its legs. Oh, yes, perfect! Now the flesh was very warm. 

He drew his cock out again and swiftly began to concoct a daydream, some 
sexy fantasy to go with the scene. A young girl, but who? Miss Devon. Yes, 
Miss Devon in place of the chicken, sitting on the counter with her knees 
drawn up, exposing her creamy little slit to him, grinning and waiting for 
him to ball her. 

"Ooooo!" she would exclaim admiringly. "What a huge peter you have, Mr. 
Archer!" 

"Thank you, my dear," he would reply, debonair, in total control of the 
scene. "Would you like me to slip it in now?" 

Her eyes would roll, she would flush with arousal. "Oh, golly, yes! I can 
hardly wait!" 

Still he would tease. "Tell me, Miss Devon," he would leer, "just exactly 
what you want." 

"Oh, God," she would moan, "I want you to shove that gorgeous big cock into 
my cunt! Please, Mr. Archer, now!" 

Grinning, he placed the hugely swollen tip of his cock against the small wet 
mouth of her cunt-in reality against the chicken-and held it there, just at 
the entrance, tantalizing her. 

"Like this, my dear?" he asked. 

In reply, a great hot flood of cream spurted from her little cunt mouth, 
bathing the highly sensitive flesh of his glans. He grinned again, shoved, 
and Miss Devon squealed ecstatically as the enormous sausage-like prick 
nosed into her.... 

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, no one had heard a thing; their own happy noises 
drowned out all of Herbert's activities. Barry's slim hips pumped 
frantically, and his handsome face was twisted in a smile of horny pleasure, 
as he worked his hungry little cock against the pulpy hot walls of Hilda's 
cunt. Every jab of his glans against creamy flesh made him gasp and twitch, 
and he knew it would not be long until he felt the beautiful flight of 
cumming. Fred, kneeling behind Hilda, clenched his teeth as he pounded his 
belly against her big ass, slamming his cock into her anus as fast and hard 
as he could, wild with joy at the tight slickness he was fucking. This was 
the best thing yet, he felt, doing it to her in the ass. 

Hilda gurgled and babbled mindlessly as she enjoyed the delicious double 
fucking, two hard little cocks poking with blinding speed in cunt and ass, 
bringing her to a peak of lusty abandonment she'd never known before. "Oh, 
fuck, fuck," she moaned, too far gone to be shocked at her own words, "fuck 
me, boys, yes, yes, I love it! Fred, your prick feels so great deep in my 
ass like that, keep doing it! Oh, Barry, hammer me with your sweet little 
cock, yes, even harder! Ahhh, God!" 

Her almost insane, lewd chanting made little impression on Barry, who was 
entirely absorbed in the mounting pleasure of stroking her cunt with his 
stiff prick, tuning out everything else. But Fred found himself powerfully 
excited by her words. He liked the feeling of power, the power he had to 
make this otherwise dignified and respectable older woman go out of her 
skull with pleasure. Earlier she had lectured him sternly on his manners, 
tried to boss him around, but now he had her number. He was fucking her ass 
and making her love it! 

"You like taking it in the ass, huh, Mrs. Archer?" he gleefully panted. "You 
really dig getting my cock in there?" 

"Ohhhh!" confirmed Hilda. "Aaaaagggghhhh!" 

The plump woman was suddenly wailing and shaking as a violent orgasm swept 
her body. Every nerve thrilled, every muscle clenched and contracted, and 
the two boys felt their swift-jabbing pricks gripped by her convulsing 
vaginal and anal walls. 

"Shit, shit," Fred chanted, "you're makin' me cum, ahhhh, yeah, here it is!" 

Red-hot seed sizzled deep in her anus and Fred squealed and humped 
furiously. At almost the same moment, Barry shrieked with delight and 
splattered her womb with his cum. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" he sobbed. "So good ... AHHHHH!" 

Hilda gratefully took the double load of cum, almost weeping with happiness. 
Never, never had she been so well fucked as now.... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Herbert had been busy with his chicken. Fucking a 
chicken was ludicrous, of course, he dimly realized that. But soon he was 
totally absorbed in his fantasy, the fryer replaced by a happily squealing 
Miss Devon, her cute little tits bouncing, her blonde curls falling loose 
around her pretty flushed face, as he balled her hard and fast. He could see 
the thick white shaft of his cock stretching her little cunt mouth, ramming 
home, pulling out again to drip with her cream. All the while she kept up a 
rapturous, lewd chant to his prowess. 

"Ooooo, Mr. Archer!" she cooed. "I love getting it from you! Your great big 
wonderful cock-Ohhhh! Yes, yes, slam it to me, ahhhh!" 

He wished the beautiful fantasy would go on all day, but it was exciting him 
swiftly to a point of no return, a peak at which he would not hold back his 
orgasm. He felt the familiar stiffening in his balls, a blinding ripple of 
sensation from the root of his prick to the very tip, then a burning, 
sizzling sensation in his glans-hole. He gasped, arched his body, and 
slammed his cock deep into hot flesh. 

And so, just as the pandemonium of cumming broke out in the bedroom, the 
chorus of wild yelps and shrieks and moans which he might otherwise have 
heard, Herbert Archer knew nothing but his own bellows and howls of climax. 

"Ahhhh, Jesus!" he howled to the fantasized Miss Devon. "Take my cum, baby! 
AHHHHH!" 

At last, gasping and dripping sweat, he felt his emptied penis slipping from 
its fleshy sheath to droop exhaustedly from his pants. Christ, it had been 
good! Only, this damned chicken-it was full of his cum! He'd have to clean 
it up somehow. Sighing, zipping his fly, Herbert carried the chicken to the 
sink and began to run water into it. The sound of the water drowned out the 
noises of Fred and Barry, who had dressed and were leaving by the front 
door. 

Then suddenly the kitchen door opened and Hilda walked in, wearing a 
bathrobe. Utterly astounded to see each other, she and Herbert only stared 
open-mouthed for a moment, till finally she found her voice. 

"Why, Herbert, dear, you're home early, aren't you? What are you doing?" She 
noticed that he was holding a chicken under the faucet. 

"Early? Oh, yes!" stammered Herbert. "Not much doing at the office, so I 
thought I'd come home and help you get dinner. I hope this chicken was meant 
for tonight." He pondered for a moment. "But I didn't realize you were home, 
dear. I didn't hear you." 

"Oh," Hilda answered, equally flustered, "I was taking a nap." 

They inspected each other closely for a moment, then, satisfied that each 
was telling the truth, turned away, filled with relief that their illicit 
activities had gone unheard. My God, thought Hilda, that was a close call! 
I've got to be more careful! If Herbert hadn't been running the water, he'd 
have heard everything! 

Herbert, still washing out the chicken, wondered at his own folly in not 
checking the bedroom before jerking off. Good Lord, if Hilda had walked in 
while he was masturbating into a chicken! She'd have had him locked up, no 
doubt, thinking him a dangerous sex maniac. He'd have to watch it in the 
future. Still, it would have been funny, in a way. Especially the look on 
her face. 

"How shall we have this chicken, dear?" he asked, grinning to himself. 
"Baked, roasted, or fried?" 

How weak I am, thought Hilda, as she watched out the living room window. It 
was the next afternoon, and for the past twenty-four hours she had been 
telling herself that it must end. Her sex scene with Fred and Barry was 
simply too dangerous to continue. But now, with the time of their visit 
approaching, she felt herself losing all resolve. They'd done so much 
already, how could it hurt to see each other one more time? Just a kind of 
farewell session, that's all it would be, and then she'd tell them of her 
decision. Yes, that would be best. She didn't want to begin the visit by 
angering them, and she couldn't let them in the house without wanting to 
touch them, undress them, and play their usual games. 

Wickedly, Hilda thought of a surprise for the boys. She had planned to wear 
an attractive red hostess gown, but now she slipped it off, tossed aside her 
underclothing, and prepared to greet them naked. Fred, at least, would get a 
kick out of it. He loved naughty things. 

The doorbell rang, and she rushed to the door, opened it partway, and 
calculatedly leaned out with one tit showing, an impish smile on her face. 
"Oh, hello-" she began, and then stopped abruptly. 

Clarence Dibble, the elderly mailman, gawked. Mrs. Archer, usually so 
distant and dignified, was leaning out her front door with one plump bare 
breast showing, the nipple reddish-brown and stiff. He found his eyes glued 
to her nipple as he stood in paralyzed wonder. 

"Oh, my goodness, Mr. Dibble!" Hilda giggled hysterically and ducked back 
inside till only her red face was showing. "I was about to take a bath, and 
the doorbell rang, and I rushed to get it, not even thinking...." 

"Uh, package for you, Mrs. Archer," the old man stammered. He handed her the 
package, turned with great dignity, and walked quickly into the hedge. 
There, instead of backing out and going to the gate, he fought his way 
through the thick shrub, muttering, then stumbled away down the block. 

Hilda closed the door and leaned against it, shaking with laughter. Poor old 
Mr. Dibble! The phone began to ring, and Hilda was starting to cross the 
room to answer it, when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and 
saw Fred and Barry coming up the front walk. To hell with the telephone, let 
it ring! She was ready for some fuck fun..... 

Half an hour earlier, Herbert had been strolling aimlessly downtown, having 
again closed the office early. Miss Devon had gigglingly informed him that 
it was her birthday, and he'd let her go home and had given himself the 
afternoon off, too. There wasn't that much work to do at the office, and he 
needed to walk around for a while and think. It was time to do something 
about the hopeless mess of his sex life, but he just wasn't sure what. 
Divorce? A mistress? That was heavy stuff, and he ought to consider 
carefully before making any decisions. All he knew was that his wife refused 
to take care of his needs, and that he was sick of his childish masturbation 
scene, too. 

Paying little attention to where he was going, Herbert wandered into a busy 
section of theatres and cocktail lounges and high-class restaurants. He was 
walking along, deep in thought, when he heard a voice beside him. 

"Hey, mister, want to have a good time?" 

Herbert looked around and saw a girl, about sixteen or seventeen, very 
pretty, but with a hardened, practiced smile that was too old for her face. 
She had long red hair, a superb slim body with perky pointed little breasts, 
lovely long legs. He felt immediately what a delight it would be to touch 
her naked, firm young body. But the girl was obviously a whore. The familiar 
come-on, the words, the smile-there could be no doubt about it. Herbert had 
grown up with a disgust for prostitution, even a fear of it. No decent man, 
his strict parents had told him, would have anything to do with "a woman of 
ill repute." And, beyond even that, he'd never been unfaithful to Hilda. He 
shouldn't do anything impulsively. 

"What about it, mister?" the girl said softly, smiling at him. "We could 
have some fun, just you and me." 

Herbert thought fast. She was so pretty, so neat and clean-looking, and so 
young. Just what he wanted. All the things he'd never get from Hilda, a 
chance to have sex in the normal way. He'd never considered a prostitute, 
but was it really that much different from taking a mistress? 

"How much?" he found himself asking. 

The girl studied him, making an expert appraisal of his ability to pay: 
comfortable, but not rich. "Special for you," she grinned, "twenty dollars." 

"You're on," said Herbert, not really caring about the price. He only wanted 
to get this beautiful little chick in bed, the sooner the better. 

The girl was frowning. "There's just one thing. I didn't expect to score, 
this time of day, so I let my girlfriend use my apartment this afternoon. 
She got thrown out of her place. But we could get a motel." 

"Wait a minute," Herbert said, "maybe we can go to my place. I'll just phone 
and see if my wife's out." 

The girl nodded, and he stepped into a nearby phone booth, put in his dime, 
and dialed. It was a crazy idea, of course, and even if Hilda was not home, 
it would be risky. But he wanted, more than anything, to have the girl in 
his own bed, the bed where he'd spent twenty years of frustration as he 
listened to the snores of his frigid wife. It would be exactly what Hilda 
deserved, and such a glorious symbolic end to his unhappiness. Yes, he just 
had to do it that way! 

The phone rang at the other end, rang again and again. He let it go on 
ringing for a full two minutes, just to be sure, then hung up with a smile 
of delight. No Hilda. At this time of day, she'd probably be at the 
hairdresser's, and that was good for three hours at least. The house was 
his. 

He returned to the young whore, took out his wallet, and handed her some 
bills. "Hey," she said, "this is thirty dollars. I only asked for twenty." 

"I know," said Herbert. "It's going to be worth it. Come on." 

Hilda wished the phone would stop ringing. The boys had been suitably 
delighted when she greeted them naked, and now they were undressed, too, and 
pawing her body. She wanted to drown out everything else and just enjoy 
their attentions, but it was impossible with that damned phone going on and 
on. No doubt it was Herbert, wondering if she'd sent his suit to the 
cleaners, or some other stupid thing. But she wasn't going to answer. This 
was her time for fun, all the wickedly delightful fun her husband had never 
given her. Only now, after twenty years of nothing with Herbert, was she 
learning the joys of sex. 

At last the phone quit. "Should we go in the bedroom?" Fred asked. 

"No," Hilda said impulsively, "let's stay out here for a change. What would 
you like to do today?" 

"Anything's okay with me, Mrs. Archer," said Barry politely. 

"Well, I never did get sucked off," Fred pointed out. "Remember, last time, 
you started to do it, then had me put it in your ass instead? So I still 
wanta find out what it's like." 

Hilda felt unaccountably happy today, ready even to indulge Fred's rudeness. 
"All right, Fred," she laughed, "you'll get your wish. But let's make it 
even more fun-I'll suck both of you at once." She'd been longing for a 
mouthful of cock all day, and she hoped Fred would consent to sharing her 
mouth with Barry. 

"Sure, why not?" he shrugged. 

"Oh, wow, yeah!" chirped Barry. 

Smiling, Hilda maneuvered the naked little boys to stand hip to hip in front 
of her. She knelt and contemplated their pretty little cocks, so white and 
soft and droopy, ending in pointed wrinkles, Fred's a little longer and 
thinner than Barry's. Lower down their rosy round testicles hung limply, not 
yet aroused. She didn't know where to begin, for she wanted to touch the 
boys everywhere at once. On a mischievous impulse she suddenly crawled 
around behind them, her big tits swaying, and began playfully nibbling their 
small tight buttocks. The boys giggled. She licked both little white asses, 
then parted the cheeks of Fred's ass and licked the pink anal opening. Fred 
sighed, then moaned softly as she worked her tongue into his asshole, 
stuffing it full and licking it clean of its pungent juices before 
withdrawing and doing the same to Barry's ass. The boys were in a high state 
of excitement, their little white pricks half erect, when she crawled around 
in front of them again and suddenly sucked Fred's balls into her mouth. 

"AAAHHH!" howled the red-haired boy. "Jesus, yeah, suck my balls! Outa 
sight!" 

Hilda gently tongued and sucked the soft meat, rolling it against cheek and 
palate, till she felt the boy's testicles swelling and tightening in her 
mouth. She looked up and saw Fred's young prick lurch into stiff erection, 
the foreskin slipping back to reveal the cherry-red glans. Then she released 
him and turned to Barry, gulping his balls and swishing them around in her 
hot saliva. 

"Ohhh, man!" cried Barry. "Nice!" His balls bloomed fat and stiff in her 
mouth, his little cock swiftly lengthened and hardened till it stood 
straight up and nuzzled his belly. From the gleaming red head oozed a tiny 
drop of cream. Hilda released his balls and lapped up the little droplet, 
making Barry shiver and sigh. 

"Now stand very close together, boys," Hilda instructed hoarsely, "so I can 
suck on both your cocks at once." 

They obeyed, and she shuddered joyfully as she fastened her lips firmly 
around both little red cockheads and sucked in hard..... 

It was only a few minutes' drive from downtown to the Archers' house. As 
Herbert drove, humming softly to himself, the pretty young prostitute 
studied him warily. At last she spoke. 

"Hey, I was wondering, since you paid me more than I asked for-do you, well, 
want anything special?" She then made her voice warmer, realizing how 
business-like she sounded. "I'm not complaining, understand, but I just like 
to know ahead of time." 

Herbert turned to give her a brief, dreamy smile, then concentrated on the 
road again. "Special?" he mused. "You mean like giving me a blow-job, or 
letting me fuck you in the ass? No, I don't think so. I haven't time to 
explain the circumstances, my dear, but this is a very important and happy 
occasion for me, and all I want to do is ball you till we're both raw. Oh, I 
might want to begin by eating your sweet little pussy for a while, but the 
main course will be one long good old-fashioned fuck. I hope that's 
satisfactory with you." 

Herbert was astounded at himself. He had never used such language to a woman 
before, had even blushed to say such words to himself. But somehow, today, 
he felt so carefree, so crazily happy, and above all so horny, that the 
words just flowed out. 

The young whore grinned at him. "Sure, mister, whatever you want. You paid 
for it." She liked this funny little man, in spite of his rimless glasses 
and balding head and mousy manner, or maybe even because of all those 
things. He had a sense of humor, and he was kind of gutsy, in spite of his 
appearance. Such a nice change from all those hairy-chested sweaty guys who 
acted like Super Stud, thinking they thrilled her by practically raping her. 
Yeah, this job might even be fun. Usually she did not cum with her 
customers, only faked it, but maybe she'd give herself a treat today. If 
this odd little guy turned out to be as gentle and expert as he sounded, she 
might just let herself go. 

Herbert swung the car into the driveway and parked near the back door, being 
as quiet as he could. "We'll go right into the bedroom," he whispered to the 
girl. "The neighbors can see into the living room, so it's best to avoid 
it." 

She nodded, and he helped her out of the car, took her hand, and led her in 
the back way, going right from the kitchen to the bedroom. He closed the 
thick door, blotting out all other sounds that might have been heard. True 
to her profession, the girl was quick, having stripped to her bra and 
panties while he was still closing the door. These she now flung away, too, 
then stood naked and smiling. My God, she had a beautiful body! Herbert 
licked his lips and stared. 

The girl laughed. "Come on, get undressed!" 

"It's my birthday," Herbert lied. "You undress me. I want to be pampered." 

She laughed again, then strode to him and began unknotting his tie. "By the 
way," she purred, "my name's Linda. Want to tell me yours?" 

"Call me Herb," he said and sighed. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Ummmm!" gurgled Hilda Archer. "UMMMMM!" Her mouth stuffed with two small, 
stiff, probing cocks, her hands cupping and squeezing two fat, rosy pairs of 
balls, she was perfectly happy. The plump middle-aged woman knelt before the 
two slim boys, her lips grostesquely stretched as she sucked their achingly 
erect pricks, conscious of nothing but the delightful activity she was 
engaged in and totally unaware that she and Fred and Barry were not alone in 
the house. Her excitement mounted with every second, and a steady trickle of 
hot cream seeped from her cunt to tickle her thighs and drip onto the 
carpet. 

The two boys were equally oblivious of everything but their own intense 
pleasure. They stood bracing themselves with hands on Hilda's shoulders, 
their eyes squeezed tightly shut, teeth bared in little snarls of lust, 
slender hips pumping eagerly as they fed her their cocks in short fierce 
thrusts. Hot saliva bathed the rigid shafts of their pricks, velvety pulp of 
cheek lining and palate teased and aroused their creaming glans, while their 
joy was doubled by Hilda's steady, expert massage of their swollen balls. 

"Ahhhh," moaned Barry. "Oh, Mrs. Archer, you're suckin' me so nice!" 

"Jesus, yeah!" panted Fred. "Me, too! Don't it feel funny when our cocks 
bump each other?" 

"Yeah!" giggled Barry. "But good!" 

"Uhhhhh!" was all Fred could add at the moment. 

Hilda glanced at the flushed, writhing boys, proud of her work. The sucking 
was getting very loud and noisy now, as eager saliva collected in her mouth 
and the tips of the two small cocks creamed steadily, but the obscene 
slurping and swishing sounds only added to Hilda's excitement. She knew the 
boys would be cumming very soon, that the result would be two flabby, limp 
pricks which could do nothing for her hungry cunt, but at the moment she 
didn't care. What she wanted more than anything was an abundant meal of 
their hot, salty cum. She began to squeeze their balls as if milking them, 
and she increased the pressure of her muscular tongue as she rubbed and 
vacuumed the two small hard cocks. The boys yelped and dug their fingers 
into her cushiony shoulders, then began to ram their bellies swiftly against 
her cheeks, in loud slaps, as they fed her their cocks with increasing 
speed. 

"Ohhhhh!" shrieked Fred. "I'm gonna cum! AHHHHH!" 

"Uhhhh!" grunted Barry. "Yeah, I feel your cum, Fred, it's squirtin' all 
over my cock! Here comes mine, too! Oh, oh, OHHHHH!" 

Hilda felt first one hot jet, then a second, spattering into her throat. She 
groaned deeply, then began to swallow as fast as she could, trying to eat it 
all, working her mouth forcefully to pump their little pricks dry. She was 
rewarded with the biggest load of cum she'd ever tasted, yet even that did 
not seem sufficient. When at last the two boys had finished their howling, 
jerking ejaculation and had fallen limp and panting to the carpet, Hilda 
scrambled over them. 

"Let me get it all!" she moaned wildly, bending to lick Fred's softened 
prick, then Barry's, clean of their juices. Finally there was not a drop 
left for her frantic tongue, and she gave a deep sigh and lay down between 
the two boys, absently curling her fingers around their droopy, wet pricks 
and toying with them. The aching, nagging feeling in her cunt was 
undiminished, in spite of the wild satisfaction she had just experienced 
when she swallowed the boys' cum. God, she needed something in there so 
badly, she was almost tempted to frig herself on the spot, to jamb a stiff 
finger into her soaked vagina and swiftly pump herself to a desperately 
needed orgasm. But no, she hadn't sunk that low yet, that she could 
masturbate in front of other people. She would have to wait until the boys 
left. Or, if luck was really with her today, she might get them hard again, 
but that was probably too much to hope for. 

Or was it? Already the indefatigable Fred was musing, "Jeez, that was swell, 
Mrs. Archer! I just wish I could get my dick hard again, so we could fuck-I 
wanta do that, too." 

"Stick around, Fred," Hilda said and smiled, "and I'll see what I can do for 
you." She gave his droopy cock an affectionate squeeze.... 

The girl had undressed Herbert and led him to the bed, where he was now 
feverishly, wonderingly, running his hands over her beautiful young body. 
Never had he possessed a woman like this! Hilda had been pretty enough when 
she was younger, and there'd been a few women before Hilda, but none of them 
could approach the beauty of Linda, the teenage prostitute. Her skin was 
firm yet incredibly soft and warm, inviting the touch. Her breasts were 
large for a girl so slender, rather long and oval, with light pink nipples 
which he could not resist tpnguing and sucking. The girl made a kind of 
purring noise as he sucked, curled her fingers in the little remaining hair 
he had, and stroked him. 

"Ummmmm," she murmured, "I like that!" 

Herbert worked on one nipple, then the other, pulling them into his mouth 
with a firm but gentle suck, then lashing them with the stiff tip of his 
tongue. As he did this, the nipples stiffened and sprang erect. He then 
moved on to the copper-colored curls of her mons, a tiny fluffy patch, 
kissed them, and found them very fine and soft. He had thought of fucking 
her right away, but now he knew he wouldn't-there were too many other 
goodies to explore first. It was feast to him just to be able to see, touch, 
and taste her lovely young body. Now he gently parted the furry mons lips 
with his fingers and eyed the dainty bright red bump of her clit; it 
trembled minutely and gleamed moistly. He nudged and tickled it with the 
stiff tip of his tongue, and the girl twitched, then moaned. 

"Ummmm," she sighed, "yes! That's so nice!" 

For her part, the girl was thinking, Wow, what a surprise! Completely 
belying his mousy, inept appearance, this odd little man was a superb lover, 
knowing just exactly how to arouse her. He went slowly, gradually, the way 
she liked men to do, sucking her breasts, caressing her body gently, as one 
might soothe a cat, never alarming her with rough quickness. Now, the way he 
was tonguing her clit, using just the tip of his tongue to circle it very 
slowly, sensually, and stiffly. Oh, God, she couldn't help loving it, 
wanting more of it! Yes, today she would let herself go completely, let this 
Herb character past her professional guard, and have herself a ball. It 
would be easy with a man like him. And to top things off, she'd noticed that 
he was remarkably well hung. As she'd undressed him, his cock had sprung 
erect-incidentally giving her a lot of trouble with his fly-and it was a 
monster! Eight inches at least, wonderfully thick and hard, it would be a 
delight to take into her cunt. Now, if he only knew how to use his cock as 
well as he used his fingers and tongue, her day would be perfect! 

Herbert wondered if he was really arousing the girl or if she was just 
faking it, as whores are said to do. If she was faking, she sure was a fine 
little actress! Cooing, purring, arching her pussy up to feed him her clit, 
curling her fingers in his sparse hair, she was giving every sign of digging 
it as he tongued her fat little clit with deliberate slowness, a 
tantalizingly drawn-out circling of the tiny red shaft. Oh well, what did it 
matter if she was faking or not? He was getting his kicks either way. Never 
had he eaten such a sweet little pussy as hers. All the secret parts between 
her legs were incredibly dainty, almost child-like, the flesh cherry-red and 
firm and juicy, her cunt mouth the merest slit. Impulsively Herbert trailed 
his hot, wet tongue over her small labia, then abruptly stuffed it into her 
tiny cunt, pushing in as far as he could go. 

"Oooooo!" squealed the girl. "My God, I LOVE that!" 

A sudden spurt of burning cream all around his probing tongue told Herbert 
that she wasn't lying. He really was turning her on! A woman could fake a 
lot of things in bed, but the heavy, hot creaming of arousal was completely 
involuntary, not subject to control. He felt very happy. He was having fun 
anyway, but to know that he could arouse this lovely teenager made it all 
the better. 

He stuffed and probed her juicy cunt a little longer, then pulled out his 
tongue and slid the stiff wet tip from cunt mouth to anus, making the girl 
shiver and sigh and open her shapely legs as wide as possible to give him 
room. Her anus was light brown and poked up in a bumpy little pucker, which 
he now teased with his tongue. He searched out the pinpoint hole in the 
middle of the pucker, then wriggled his tongue a little way inside, finding 
it very tight and hot. 

"Uhhhhh!" Linda strained up to him, arching her back, relaxing her sphincter 
muscle so that Herbert could stuff his tongue all the way into her asshole. 
He reamed her swiftly, and she moaned, her tiny cunt spurting juice. Finally 
her pleasure appeared beyond bearing, for she fell back on the bed with a 
loud sigh, causing his tongue to slip out. 

"You've done so many nice things for me," she said softly, her eyes warm and 
heavy-lidded, "now let me do something for you." 

"Oh, I'm not tired yet," Herbert said and smiled. 

"Maybe not. But it's my turn." She gave him a mischievous grin, then urged 
him onto his back. His huge cock stood straight up, the swollen purple glans 
blossoming wet and fat from its sheath. The girl set her hot little tongue 
tip right on the dark creaming hole, wriggled it inside, and Herbert moaned 
joyfully.... 

"Oh, wow, Mrs. Archer, this is crazy!" Fred said and giggled. Barry appeared 
to share his opinion, giggling and snickering. 

How she'd ever gotten such an idea, she didn't know, but it was a lot of 
naughty fun. Wondering how she would make the boys' sagging little pricks 
hard again, she had thought of licking, tasting, and then had been struck 
with a sudden inspiration. Padding quietly into the kitchen, she returned 
grinning and holding a spoon and a jar of strawberry jam. At first the boys 
had no idea what she was up to, but when she had arranged them on their 
backs and had begun spooning the cold, sticky jam onto their cocks and 
balls, they'd cracked up. Like Fred said, it was crazy, and yet she could 
tell by the boys' bright, eager expressions that they were looking forward 
to her snack almost as much as she was. 

Hilda coated their pricks and balls completely with the bright red jam, then 
sat back for a moment to survey her work. In a way, it was an unfortunate 
thing to have done, for it brought back a sharp and unwelcome memory to her. 
Cock and balls covered with bright red-the way Herbert's penis and testicles 
had looked on their wedding night. 

Hilda shuddered as she recalled that horrible episode. She had married 
Herbert when they were both twenty, and a more ignorant couple was not to be 
imagined. They had plenty of information, but not the kind they needed. Both 
had been raised by strict, puritannical parents, whose only contribution to 
their sex education had been the assurance that the whole subject was too 
evil and disgusting to talk about. Once Herbert's father had given him a 
brief, embarrassed, and largely unintelligible explanation of what his cock 
was for; and on her wedding day, Hilda's mother had blushingly informed her 
that her honeymoon would consist of a lot of painful and repulsive 
attentions from Herbert which, as a good wife, she must "endure." Herbert 
and Hilda had separately gained a little more information from books, and a 
little more misinformation from their friends. And in this abysmal ignorance 
they'd arrived at the mountain cabin where they were to spend their 
honeymoon. 

They had taken a long time undressing and getting into bed, Hilda wanting to 
delay the "repulsive" and mysterious things her new husband would want to do 
to her, Herbert suffering terrible guilt and shame for feeling all the lust 
which his stern father had told him no decent young man would feel. Both 
sets of parents had impressed on them that "nice" people do not express any 
pleasure in sex, but that act must be performed anyway in order to have 
children. Herbert wondered why he felt so eager, then, to perform his duty. 
Hilda only wished the whole ugly business was over with. 

At last they were in bed, Hilda having insisted that they change into their 
nightclothes with the lights out, and that the lights remain out during what 
was to follow. When Hilda failed to respond to his timid and gentle 
caresses, Herbert decided that she would never be readier than she was, and 
he had clumsily mounted her, knelt between her legs, and fumblingly touched 
the tip of his cock to her dry virgin cunt mouth. 

In that moment Hilda understood what was to happen. That horrible, ugly, and 
enormous THING of Herbert's, which she had accidentally touched as he 
climbed over her-that thing was to be inserted in her body! Fear and disgust 
swept over her, and she turned her face away and began to cry. 

"Please, Herbert," she sobbed, "don't! It's too big! It'll hurt me!" 

Herbert felt horribly guilty, but he knew that the duty must be performed, 
and there was also an excited tingling in his balls and cock that urged him 
to do it. "Hilda, darling," he pleaded, "it has to be done sometime, if we 
want children! And it will only hurt the first time. I'll be as gentle as I 
can." 

"Oh, no, no, no!" wept Hilda. "Don't put that awful thing into me, please! 
Please-Ooooooo!" She screamed in terror as she felt Herbert give one 
powerful shove, then the brutal tearing of her hymen and the acutely painful 
stuffing of her virgin vagina. She continued to scream and sob as he reamed 
her. 

The instant he sank his stiff penis into Hilda's resisting cunt, Herbert 
forgot all his promises of gentleness, all his guilt, all his misgivings. It 
was so incredibly hot and tight and slick! Christ, it was the most intense 
pleasure he'd ever felt! He'd done it to a few other women, but they were 
experienced, well-fucked, and very loose inside, so that he'd gotten little 
friction. This was more like it, the way it really ought to be! He didn't 
even hear Hilda's pitiful sobs and shrieks as he mercilessly widened and 
plumbed her narrow cunt, fucking swiftly to a wailing climax. 

"Oh, Christ!" he shouted as he felt the first hot seed spurt from his glans. 
"Beautiful, it's so beautiful! Aaaaggghhh!" 

Later, as Hilda continued to sob, Herbert had turned on the light to see 
what was the matter. 

They both gasped. The bed was soaked with blood, as were Herbert's 
now-flaccid cock and balls and Hilda's thighs. His guilt and shame flooded 
back. 

Nothing changed after that night; in fact, it set the tone of their whole 
marriage. Hilda was convinced that her husband was an animal, and she did 
not rest until, discouraged by her frigid response, he made only a few 
demands on her body and finally ceased fucking her at all. Herbert was 
convinced that his wife was frigid, and under the circumstances he balled 
her only when absolutely driven to it by unbearable need. Now, thinking back 
on it all, Hilda was overwhelmed at how much she had changed. At the 
beginning of her married life she had hated sex-and now, twenty years later, 
it was all she could think about, all she cared about. Poor Herbert! If only 
she'd been this way for him! 

Now she looked down at the impatient, eager Fred and Barry, their tiny cocks 
and balls painted bright red with strawberry jam. She grinned. The sad days 
were over, and she had nothing ahead of her but wild fun. She was about to 
give those two boys a tonguing and sucking that would make their sweet 
little pricks stiff to the bursting point! She lunged for Fred, swept his 
limp penis into her mouth, and began greedily sucking off the jam while 
Barry watched and giggled.... 

Linda's pretty pink tongue was burrowed in the creamy hole of his glans, 
wiggling, probing, eating, and Herbert happily played with her lovely long 
tits as she worked. She was taking her time, bless her heart, doing it with 
the same sensual slowness with which he had tongued her clit. Only when she 
had lapped the hole clean did she progress to fitting her firm lips over the 
whole slick glans, swishing her tongue around the sensitive purple flesh, 
then beginning a slow, teasing suck. Herbert sighed blissfully, closed his 
eyes, and enjoyed the sweet work of her mouth. He thought back to the one 
and only other time a woman had sucked his cock, the year he was seventeen, 
long before he'd met Hilda. 

He was out on a date with a classmate named Edith, a girl whose enormous 
boobs were her solitary attraction. He remembered how all the guys at school 
could discuss Edith's jugs endlessly, yearningly, and how a date with Edith 
was not considered a success unless you got to take off her bra and play 
with her tits. In fact Edith permitted this activity regularly, but that was 
as far as she'd go. Nothing below the waist, that was her rule. On this 
particular night, in the back seat of his trusty old Studebaker, Herbert had 
already "scored," so to speak, having removed Edith's D-cup bra and fondling 
and kissing and sucking her mammoth white breasts. He was bored with doing 
it, and he was horny beyond endurance. All he wanted to do was fuck, but 
Edith was protesting. 

Herbert Archer! she squealed. "You keep your hands where they belong! Leave 
my skirt alone! Good grief, aren't you ever satisfied? Look how far I've let 
you go already!" 

"Edith," he moaned, "I can't fuck your tits! I mean, they're nice, they're 
gorgeous, and I like to play with them, but I'm horny, Edith, HORNY!" 

"Well," she answered huffily, "That's just too bad! I'm a nice girl, and I 
intend to stay that way! If you're going to be rude, you can take me home!" 

"Oh, no, Edith," Herbert growled, "I'm going to get into your pants if it's 
the last thing I do!" 

Edith shrieked as he suddenly shoved his hand up her skirt, wriggled a 
finger inside her panties, and found her clit. Frigid bitch-it was dry! He 
rubbed it determinedly, and a strange transformation came over Edith. She 
gasped, shivered, trembled, and then went, "Oooooo!" He felt a gush of hot 
cream on his finger. Aha! She liked it! Herbert began to rub and tweak her 
clit for all he was worth. 

In a matter of minutes Edith was flushed and panting and almost sobbing with 
pleasure. She lay limp and unresisting on the seat of the car while Herbert 
played with her clit. Now was his chance! He seized her panties and started 
to tug them down over her ass, but she sat up with a start and grabbed his 
wrists, fighting him. 

"No, Herbert, wait!" she squeaked. "I'll take care of you another way! I 
just couldn't risk getting knocked up!" 

He had no idea that there was any other way, and he suspected she was 
tricking him, but he was curious to see what she would do. She fumbled with 
his fly, finally managed to tug out his painfully swollen cock, and suddenly 
it was in her mouth. 

It had not been an expert blow-job by any means, Herbert knew now, but at 
the time it was heavenly. In her hot juicy mouth, with his sensitive glans 
butting deliciously against slick palate, rough tongue, and silky cheek 
lining, while she sucked him fast and hard, it had taken him no time at all 
to shoot. Edith obediently swallowed it all, then daintily wiped her lips 
with a lace hanky and looked very proud of herself. 

"There," she said, "wasn't that nice?" 

"Ahhhh, God!" was all Herbert could reply. In gratitude, as soon as he got 
his breath back, he rubbed her clit till she squealed and came. 

"She sucked my cock," he said wonderingly to his friends the next morning in 
the school lavatory. "Edith Oliphant sucked my cock!" No sooner was the news 
out than Edith swiftly became the most popular girl in school, at least with 
all her horny male peers. With two stellar attractions to offer-her 
magnificent tits and her willingness to eat cock-she never lacked for dates 
after that. 

Herbert thought back fondly to that incident. 

But Edith's amateurish work, sweet as it had been, could not compare with 
Linda's expert tonguing and licking and sucking. By now she had half the 
shaft in her mouth, which was all she could take of that enormous cock 
without swallowing it. She seemed to be doing everything at once, sucking 
him vigorously inward till his glans smashed into her drawn-in cheeks, 
massaging his shaft with her slick palate, wriggling her teasing tongue tip 
into the hole of his glans. At the same time, she was tickling his balls 
furiously. 

"Oh, baby, baby," Herbert moaned, "it's great! Really great! But you better 
quit now-I'm gonna cum if you don't!" 

Briefly Linda popped his big prick out of her mouth and leered at him. "So 
cum! I dig it, and afterwards I can get you up again fast enough." 

"By God! You darling!" Herbert gawked at her in surprise and delight, then 
laughed. "Okay, that's great by me!" 

She winked, then bent over him again and sucked his long cock back into her 
mouth, till half its length was deliciously bathed in her burning saliva. 
She began to suck it with dizzying speed, and Herbert yelped and pumped her 
hips. Oh, shit, she really knew her job! She was bringing him off fast, 
faster than he'd thought was possible. He arched his back and fed it to her, 
stabbing the back of her throat, as he felt the first sweet sting of 
orgasm-and then, to his wonder and joy, Linda swallowed his cum-spitting 
cock deep into her throat. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Jesus! Beautiful! AAAGGGHHHHHH!" Herbert bellowed, as he felt 
his cock go down, down, into her hot fleshy throat, spewing its cum all the 
way to her belly. She kept his squirting prick down there, getting it all, 
till his howling, sobbing ejaculation was over. Then she released him and 
grinned down at him. 

"My specialty," she laughed. 

"Oh, honey," Herbert panted, "that was the most beautiful cum I ever had! 
Christ, I damn near passed out!" He paused, caught his breath, and said 
apologetically, "But you really drained me. It'd be a miracle if my dick got 
hard again after that." 

"Meet your local miracle worker," Linda said and laughed, reaching for his 
limp cock.... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Hilda licked the last drop of strawberry jam from Barry's fat little balls, 
then drew back to admire her work. Barry and Fred's little white pricks were 
tongued clean, shining, and-most important of all-wonderfully stiff. Their 
immature testicles bloomed rosy and round, filled with ready seed. Yes, her 
work was complete. Now for the reward! Her dripping cunt almost hurt with 
horniness, the nagging need to be stuffed and fucked. 

"Now what, Mrs. Archer?" Fred asked eagerly. "Our cocks are all hard again. 
Got any ideas?" 

"Oh, yes, dear," cooed Hilda, "I have some ideas, all right! But first, just 
one more little taste." 

She bent over the flushed, happy boys and used her stiff tongue to nudge 
back both foreskins: she liked to see the cherry-red glans, slick and 
gleaming and fat with erection. 

"Hey," chirped Fred when she had finished, "you're always tasting us, but we 
never get to taste you! Come on, Barry, grab her!" 

Hilda giggled and squealed as the two boys smilingly seized her arms and got 
her down on the carpet, then began pawing her plump body, squeezing her 
tits, pinching her ass, trailing grubby little fingers through her pussy 
hair. 

"I know where let's start," Fred said impishly. "I bet I haven't sucked a 
tittie since I was a baby. Let's see what it's like." 

Barry was more than willing, and the two boys cuddled up on either side of 
Hilda, like puppies suckling their mother, and drew her large dark red 
nipples into their hot mouths. Hilda moaned. 

The sensation of sucking and tonguing was delicious, and she felt her cunt 
creaming hotly in response. Again like hungry puppies the boys nipped and 
tugged at her tits, making the big white globes quiver and bounce. But after 
a few moments, Fred, feeling somewhat embarrassed at this babyish activity, 
released her nipple and said with hoarse would-be virility, "Okay, enough of 
that! Let's lick her pussy!" 

Always content to be guided by the more adventurous older boy, Barry 
laughingly obeyed, joining Fred in a rough scramble between Hilda's plump 
white thighs. The boys wriggled in till they nosed against her pussy fur, 
and then Fred pushed her legs up and out. Hilda understood and drew her 
knees up against her breasts, so that her slit was completely exposed and 
accessible. 

"Okay," Fred instructed Barry, "you lick here and I'll lick there." 

With her knees drawn up, Hilda could not see what the boys were doing, but 
she soon felt it. One little stiff tongue began lashing her swollen clit, 
another swiftly circled the soaked mouth of her cunt, then began darting in 
and out, quick and teasing like the tongue of a lizard. 

"Eeeeee!" squealed Hilda. "I love it!" 

Fred smiled smugly to himself. Too much, the way this dignified middle-aged 
broad could get hot over the kinkiest things, like right now as he rammed 
his tongue in and out of her big wet cunt. The taste was salty and strong, 
but nice, and he didn't mind doing it, especially when he could make her 
squeal like that and yell how much she was digging it. He had a great 
feeling of power over her, and he was delighted to discover that the faster 
and harder he tongued her, the more she squealed. He sucked in one of her 
fat red labial lips, and Hilda shrieked and creamed all over his chin. He 
tried the same with the other lip, got the same delightful result. God, she 
really dug it! Making his tongue stiff, he slid it back into her cunt, 
pushing in as far as he could, then giving her a swift probing. 

"Ohhhhh!" wailed Hilda, driven to a lewd frenzy of pleasure. "Stuff your 
tongue in there, hard! Yes, yes, it feels so good! Ahhhh!" 

Meanwhile Barry affectionately tongued her fat red clit. He liked Mrs. 
Archer a whole lot and was pleased to make her so happy. From her reactions, 
the way she sighed and shrieked and jerked her hips, he learned that what 
she liked best was for him to move the stiff tip of his tongue very slowly 
and teasingly around the moist shaft of the little organ, then suddenly to 
speed his motions till he was circling her clit with dizzying velocity, then 
slow again, alternating, teasing and maddening her. Before his wondering 
eyes, her red clit stiffened and swelled and twitched, like a miniature 
cock. 

Hilda could bear it no longer. If she didn't get fucked now, she would die, 
she just knew it. She'd never been so frantically horny in her life, and the 
sucking and tonguing of her clit and cunt, sweet as it was, would not meet 
her needs. She needed to be balled, damn it, stuffed and rammed with hard, 
hot meat! 

"Oh, boys!" she wailed. "Enough! I wanta fuck now!" 

"Sure, lady, whatever you say!" Fred leered. He drew back and watched the 
writhing, red-faced woman, saw the white cream gushing from her famished 
cunt. Then he gave Barry a little push. "Stand back for a sec, I'll do it to 
her first." 

"That's not fair!" Barry looked angry enough to cry. "Why do you always have 
to be first?" 

"Oh, hell," said Fred, relenting, not wanting an argument at this crucial 
moment, "go ahead, I'll watch. I wanta see how it looks anyhow." 

Barry flashed him a grateful grin, then, as Fred stepped back out of the 
way, the blond boy quickly wriggled his hips between Hilda's thighs and felt 
his stiff little cock slide into wet, mushy warmth. 

"There, it's in!" he gasped proudly. "Can you feel it, Mrs. Archer? Do you 
like it?" 

In fact, Hilda could feel nothing. It was as if her cunt were growing bigger 
every day, requiring more and more cock. She was in an agony of frustration 
and disappointment, but she resolved to say nothing about it. She did not 
want to hurt Barry's feelings, and certainly she did not want to point out 
the smallness of his cock in front of Fred, who would be sure to gloat. 

"Yes, darling," she lied, making her voice sultry and low, "I feel it, and I 
like it very much." 

"Great!" Barry smiled at her, then set to work, jerking his slim hips, 
frowning in manful concentration, digging his tiny hard prick into her hot 
pulp. Secretly he wished her cunt were tighter, so he could get more 
friction, but he would never tell her that. Yet friction was everything now, 
all he craved, and he began to stab his cockhead sideways, sawing and 
twisting, to butt her vaginal walls instead of nosing into the black 
emptiness of the passage. 

Hilda felt a few feeble thumps and pokes, that was all. She couldn't stand 
it anymore. All that frantic humping, all Barry's willing fucking, was being 
wasted, at a time when she desperately needed to be fucked. 

"Not enough cock!" she babbled insanely. "Gotta have more cock! Fred, shove 
yours in there, too! Hurry!" 

Fortunately, Barry was too gratified by the results to be insulted. Fred 
obeyed Hilda's command with lightning speed, wriggling down beside Barry and 
jamming his hard little prick into her gasping creaming vagina. Immediately 
everybody was happier. Two pricks fucking side by side produced the needed 
tightness for the boys and gave the fat stuffing that Hilda craved. 

"Oh, yes, YES!" Hilda sobbed. "Plenty of good hard cock! Fuck me now, boys, 
fuck me, fuck me!" 

Fred and Barry joyfully set to work.... 

Linda's expert, flying fingers, her naughty, knowing mouth, had done their 
work. Herbert, to his surprise and delight, had gotten hard again within 
minutes and was now sporting a swollen, red, angry erection every bit as 
good as the first one. He felt tender gratitude toward the lovely teenage 
girl: she had saved his dream for him, made it possible for him to fuck her 
after all. 

"You sweetheart," he said softly, kissing her, "I'm gonna ball you till you 
squeal!" 

"Well, all RIGHT!" laughed Linda. "Let's go!" 

In fact she was so excited and horny, she could hardly hold still as Herbert 
arranged her on her hands and knees, ass in the air. This strange little guy 
had really turned her on, like nobody else ever had, and she was dying to 
get his out-sized cock into her steadily creaming cunt. She just prayed he 
wasn't a quick shooter, that he'd hang in there for a few minutes at least, 
till she had cum. She shivered with anticipation now as he knelt behind her, 
seized her slim hips, and wedged the fat tip of his cock into the moist 
valley of her cunt mouth. 

"Oh, shove it in there, Herb!" she moaned, her voice low and husky. "Put it 
in me, I want it, I want it so bad!" Then, as she felt her cunt hugely and 
deliciously stuffed with the biggest piece of meat she'd ever taken, she 
screamed, "Ahhhhh! Jesus Christ, yeah! Ball me, baby, slam it in there! 
AHHHHH!" 

Herbert's face twisted with an ecstatic smile of lust as he began to bang 
the sweetest, tightest, juiciest cunt he'd ever known.... 

Suddenly the Archer house was filled with loud, wild noises, something like 
total panic in a barnyard, except that the yelps, howls, squeals, and 
bellows were all joyful, a powerful concatenation of pleasure. In the living 
room Hilda wailed as a blinding orgasm wracked her body and her gulping womb 
took in a double load of hot cum. Barry and Fred whinied and shrieked as 
they pumped it into her, their squirting cocks rubbing together as they 
came. In the bedroom Herbert bellowed thunderously as he felt his seed 
shooting deep into Linda's gripping, nipping vagina, and the pretty teenager 
sobbed and gasped her pleasure as his furiously wriggling, pumping penis 
brought her to climax. 

Then there was silence, almost total except for light panting and sighing, 
as everyone lay limp and temporarily exhausted. The younger people dozed a 
little, but Herbert and Hilda remained awake and thoughtful. Dear God, Hilda 
was thinking, how perfectly happy I'd be if Herbert could make me feel like 
this! If only she could reawaken his interest in sex, show him that she 
wanted to make up for the lost years of frigidity, get him to use that 
magnificent big cock of his again! She wouldn't have anything more to ask of 
life than that. But it was hopeless. Herbert was past all of it, sunk in 
middle-aged lethargy, and she would always have to find satisfaction 
elsewhere. 

In the bedroom, Herbert was thinking that he really wouldn't mind Hilda's 
faded charms, her middle-aged looks, if only she could learn to enjoy sex. 
No, honestly, she still wasn't so bad looking, nothing that a quick diet 
wouldn't take care of. He wouldn't want the most beautiful woman in the 
world if she didn't like to screw, and he could love even the ugliest woman 
if she made him happy in bed. It wasn't Hilda's looks at all, it was her 
goddamned puritannical, icy, indignant response that turned him off, that 
led him to hire a prostitute in her place. Wistfully he thought of trying to 
train Hilda, taking it slow and gentle, till she learned to enjoy sex. But 
he knew it was no good. She'd been frigid all her life, and she was too old 
now to change. His only solution was to make it with other women. 

Much as she hated to move, Hilda had to use the bathroom, and quickly. The 
pressure on her bladder from the double fucking had been heavy, and she was 
unable to wait another minute. The boys looked sweet and drowsy as they lay 
on the carpet, and she moved quietly, so as not to disturb them, padding 
softly out of the room and into the hall. 

At about the same moment, Herbert realized with some annoyance that he had 
to piss, and that it wouldn't wait much longer. He hated like hell to leave 
Linda now, for she was cuddled up against him, warm and half asleep, and he 
wanted to go on lying with her like that. But he might as well get it over 
with, it would only get worse if he didn't. He crept out of the room. 

Herbert and Hilda stepped into the hall simultaneously, saw each other, did 
a double take, and gasped. Both attempted to speak, but no words would come 
out, nor did they really know what to say. 

They gawked at each other's genitals. Herbert's penis was suspiciously red 
and creamy, its tip still dripping a little. Down Hilda's plump thighs there 
trickled a flow of white juice which might be vaginal fluid or something 
else. Beyond this, there was the surprise of finding each other at home, of 
finding each other wandering around the house naked, and the terrible fear 
of having been overheard with their respective lovers. What could they do, 
what could they possibly say? Both thought fast, frantically, knowing how 
important it was to speak instead of just standing there guiltily. Herbert 
tried first. 

"Oh, uh, hi, dear," he said, grinning feebly. 

"Hello, darling," replied Hilda anxiously. "I didn't know you were home." 

"Yes. Well. I, uh, just got here, and I was very hot, so I thought I'd take 
a shower. But why are you-?" He broke off, waving a hand at her nudity. 

Hilda blushed deeply. "Oh," she giggled crazily, "I know it seems strange, 
but I-" 

Further excuses were prevented, all possibility of saving themselves 
destroyed, when at that moment the bedroom and living room doors opened, and 
into the hall stepped Linda, Barry, and Fred, all naked and rosy with the 
obvious flush of sexual satisfaction. 

Herbert and Hilda had been standing in the hall arguing for about fifteen 
minutes, oblivious of their guests. The young people, who had come to see 
what was going on, had left again, not wanting to hear any more of the 
bitter quarreling. Linda protectively took Barry and Fred into the bedroom 
and shut the door, while husband and wife continued to berate each other. 

"You filthy creep!" Hilda screeched. "How could you? How could you bring a 
cheap whore into my house and have her on my bed?" 

"You're hardly the one to talk," Herbert shouted. "Seducing little boys! 
Letting them fuck you right in our living room! My God, you have no right to 
act superior to me!" 

"I don't give a damn!" Hilda rejoined. "What you did was wrong, horribly 
wrong, and as far as I'm concerned-" 

She broke off, and they both listened intently. There were strange sounds 
coming from the bedroom, noises of sucking, slurping, squishing, and faint 
sighs and moans. In agreement at last, Herbert and Hilda tiptoed to the 
door. He opened it quietly, and then they both stood staring into the room. 

Linda, Fred and Barry had made friends with extraordinary rapidity. The 
happy girl was on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, sucking 
Barry's stiff little cock, while behind her, his belly slapping her 
buttocks, Fred blissfully fucked away. A moment later, all came with howls 
and squeals and gurgles, and only when their delightful joint climax was 
over did they notice the adults standing in the doorway. 

"Oh, hello!" Linda smiled, not at all embarrassed. "As you see, we got 
acquainted. They're really sweet kids, these two!" 

"And you're wonderful," Barry sighed, looking at her with all the abandon of 
puppy love. "You're the only girl I ever want, Linda!" 

"Yeah," Fred said huskily, just as infatuated as Barry but trying to be more 
cool about it, "I sure hope we can see you again! Could we, Linda, please?" 

"Why, of course!" Linda said tenderly. "I couldn't give you up, not now! 
Let's get dressed and go get something to eat, and then we'll have some more 
fun. I'm not doing anything this afternoon." 

The happy boys obeyed, and when the young people were dressed, they shook 
hands with the Archers and prepared to leave. 

"Well, thanks a lot for everything, Mrs. Archer," said Barry. "I'm glad you 
and your husband got over your argument, and I hope you'll be happy." 

"Yeah," Fred agreed, "hope you make out okay." 

"Bye, Herb," cooed Linda. 

And then they were gone, leaving Herbert and Hilda dismal in the realization 
that youth was far more attractive than middle age. Barry and Fred were 
entirely won over by Linda's fresh charm, and husband and wife had lost 
their young lovers. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Neither Herbert nor Hilda ate much dinner that evening, although they had 
far more than their usual quota of drinks, seeking to blot out their 
depression with alcohol. Nothing had been decided, whether to divorce or try 
staying together, but the talk must come. Hilda was perhaps readier to 
forgive, for her "crime" had been greater. For a husband to seek a 
prostitute occasionally was nothing out of the ordinary, but for a wife to 
do what she had done, to seduce and enjoy two little boys, was outlandish. 

"Herbert," she said at last, while they sat in the living room morosely 
sipping their drinks, "I take back all the things I said to you when we 
argued. 

On thinking it over, I suppose you really did nothing very wrong, only what 
you had to." She was acutely conscious now of how coldly, and how 
infrequently, she had responded to his love-making in the past. "But if I'd 
only known what you wanted...." 

"Well, I shouldn't have brought her to the house, I see that now," replied 
Herbert, equally ready to forgive. "That was most inconsiderate of me. As 
for telling you what I wanted, I just didn't think you'd be interested. 
Frankly, Hilda, I was flabbergasted when I found you with those boys. For 
years, I'd believed you were frigid. I could have saved you all this 
embarrassment, too, if you'd only told me different." 

"Tell you?" Hilda said and blushed. "How could I tell you? I wasn't brought 
up to talk about things like that. And anyhow, I thought you weren't 
interested in sex anymore." 

They both smiled ruefully. It was clear now that they'd been unwittingly 
engaged in a comedy of errors for a long time. But the question remained, 
where did they go from here? Hilda was thinking that even if Herbert was 
interested in sex after all, he could never replace Barry and Fred-he would 
lack the energy, the style, the technique. His fucking had never been 
anything but a few languid shoves, without foreplay or variation, and she 
knew it would never satisfy her. 

Herbert was thinking that Hilda's sudden change of heart probably was a 
temporary phenomenon connected with menopause, and that in spite of it all, 
she was still basically frigid. She might permit a little more screwing now, 
but nothing prolonged or fancy. He needed more than that, much more. 

Still, after the day's harrowing events, husband and wife were tired of 
arguing, willing to try for a temporary reconciliation, till they had time 
to think things out. They exchanged timid smiles, and Herbert said, "Well, 
enough of this heavy talk for now. We'd better get some sleep." 

"Yes, dear," Hilda said. She knew what that meant. A clumsy pat on the 
shoulder from Herbert, before he began snoring, and no chance for her to 
masturbate. Herbert's sacrifice was just as great. Damn, he was thinking, 
now I'll have to make like a considerate husband and go to bed when she 
does, no jerk-off session in the bathroom! But off they went. 

They began to undress with their backs to each other, out of habit, but when 
Herbert realized this, he said, "Hilda, turn around. After today, it's silly 
for us to go on being modest." 

Hilda agreed in her heart, but she blushed deeply as she turned to face her 
husband. They continued to undress, eyeing each other's bodies furtively. 
Herbert admired his wife's large, round breasts and the silky, white, smooth 
appearance of her skin; he even noticed for the first time what a dainty 
pussy muff she had, small, neat, with reddish-brown curls. Hilda was 
surprised at what a trim, muscular body her husband had, in spite of his 
mousy face, and she noted a fact she'd almost forgotten, the enormous size 
of his penis even in its flaccid state. She started to reach for her 
nightgown, but Herbert's words stopped her. 

"No," he said, "no need for that, either, not now." 

He climbed into bed naked, and Hilda followed suit, feeling more embarrassed 
every second. It seemed so ridiculous to carry on like this, two respectable 
middle-aged people like them! However, she was too tired to argue about it. 
She curled up on her side of the bed and prepared to sleep, but Herbert 
snuggled up behind her, pressing his body to hers. Hesitantly, he reached 
around and cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. 

"Such nice tits," he muttered. "I'd almost forgotten." He was still absorbed 
in the fascinating rediscovery of his wife's body. An idea flashed into his 
head. "Turn over, Hilda," he went on, "and let me play with them a while." 

"Herbert!" She was momentarily shocked. Then she realized how ridiculous she 
was being. My God, he was her husband, he had every right to touch her! She 
rolled over on her back. 

Herbert bent over her and began to fondle and kiss her plump tits, then to 
tongue and suck the nipples. How could he have forgotten a sweet pair of 
jugs like this? He liked them better than Linda's, for they were larger and 
somehow, in their plump warmth, more fun to touch. Abruptly aroused, he 
began to suck her large brown nipples with vigor, rather noisily, and Hilda 
murmured and wriggled beneath him, half alarmed and half titillated. It was 
very pleasant, she had to admit, having her nipples sucked like that, but at 
the same time she just couldn't get used to Herbert doing it. He'd never 
done it before. 

Suddenly he left off his noisy sucking and began to run his hands all over 
her plump, soft body, eager to know it at last. She gasped as his hand 
closed over the soft curls of her mons, squeezing and petting it. Then a 
stiff finger snaked between the furry lips and found her clit. 

"Do you like to be touched here, Hilda?" he whispered. 

"Herbert, please, I-Ahhh!" Hilda's embarrassed protest changed to a little 
sigh of pleasure as he began expertly rubbing and circling her moist little 
bud with his fingertip. Where in the world had he learned to do that? No 
sooner had she asked the question, than she felt disgust and indignation. If 
he'd brought one whore to the house, there must have been others! That's 
where he'd learned this wicked technique, from all those bad women! 

"Let go of me, Herbert!" she snapped. "Save that kind of thing for your 
whores!" 

He drew back, equally indignant. "Oh, I beg your pardon, my dear!" he said 
sarcastically. "It was all right to let two little kids do it to you, but 
not your own husband! Forgive me if I don't follow your reasoning!" 

"Herbert-" There was nothing to say, really. He was right. She settled back 
with a sigh. "I'm sorry." 

"Well, that's more like it," he growled. "As for my whores-you'll be glad to 
know there's been only the one. The first time I was ever unfaithful to you, 
Hilda, was today. And I'd say that shows a helluva lot of fortitude on my 
part!" 

Hilda was completely shamed. She'd deceived him with Barry and Fred before 
he'd deceived her with Linda. Certainly she owed him something. "I'm truly 
sorry," she said meekly. "I just wasn't thinking. You can go on touching me 
if you like." 

He snorted. "Oh, thank you! I'm overwhelmed with gratitude! The incredible 
generosity of it all, a wife actually permitting her husband to touch 
her-it's too much!" Herbert was very angry. Frigid bitch, she hadn't changed 
at all! Except that she'd let two little kids to do her all the things she'd 
denied him! Well, this would be the end of it. Tonight would decide it all. 
He would arouse her to a pitch of mindless lust, make her beg for his 
cock-or he'd leave her for good. Now he gave her a determined, almost 
menacing look. "I don't think I'll go on touching you, my dear," he hissed. 

"I think I'll eat your pussy instead." 

"HERBERT!" she gasped, terribly shocked. Before she could recover from her 
astonishment at his language, he had thrown back the bedclothes, roughly 
spread her legs, and jammed his mouth against her tender, plump mons, 
stuffing his tongue between the curly lips and seeking out her clit. He 
found it, tongued it roughly, then fastened his lips around the fat moist 
bud and began to suck it forcefully. 

Hilda felt powerful stings of pleasure radiating out from her clit to tingle 
through her pelvis. Christ, she couldn't help it, it felt so damned nice! It 
was the best thing she'd ever experienced! The way he drew the whole shaft 
into his mouth, ramming and circling it with his stiff tongue tip, the 
rapidity with which he sucked it-all of it made her unbearably horny, and 
she felt her cunt creaming hotly in response. Herbert noticed it, too, for 
his chin was suddenly bathed with her vaginal juices. He smiled to 
himself-so there was a way to get to her, after all!-but kept on sucking her 
clit, trying to drive her to an abandoned and eager surrender. 

Hilda fought her own arousal without quite understanding why. Perhaps it was 
Herbert's rude, rough manner after they'd gotten into bed. Or perhaps it was 
the embarrassment and shame she'd always felt when he made love to her. 
Whatever the reason, she was determined not to respond to him, not to show 
in any way that she was enjoying the lewd play of his mouth and tongue on 
her rapidly-swelling clit. She clenched her teeth to stifle her moans of 
pleasure, contracted the muscles of her vagina to stop the tell-tale flow of 
cream. She lay limp beneath him, not even touching him, hoping he'd get 
discouraged and leave her alone. 

Herbert was, in fact, getting discouraged. Christ, she had to be frigid! No 
normal woman could lie there limp and unresponsive during a delicious 
sucking of her clit; there would have to be some sign of enjoyment. Yet 
after that one hot burst of cream from her cunt, she seemed to have frozen. 
He was angry enough to give it up, just go to sleep and plan on seeing a 
divorce lawyer in the morning-when it occurred to him that she'd shown no 
such reticence with Barry and Fred. Well, by God, if she could like it with 
them, she could and would like it with him! He couldn't rest now, because he 
had to prove himself a superior lover to two snotty little kids! 

He gave her fat little clit one more vigorous suck that almost made her 
scream with pleasure, then, not knowing how close he'd come to conquering 
her, pulled his mouth away. While Hilda still lay limp, he swiftly seized 
her legs and pulled them up over his shoulders, so that she was pinned and 
helpless, her whole gleaming red vulva exposed to his eyes and mouth. In the 
yellow light of the bedside lamp, he could study it well enough, the tiny 
tight curls of her mons, the prominent lump of her clit-now stiff and plump 
from his sucking-the thick pulpy lips of her labia, the dark slit, oozing a 
little cream, that marked her cunt, and the brownish pucker of her anus. 

Hilda was desperate now. In this position, tightly and helplessly held, she 
could not control her vaginal muscles, could not stop the steady leakage of 
hot cream that testified to her enjoyment. "Please, Herbert," she begged 
softly, "let my legs down! This is-indecent!" 

Herbert laughed. "Indecent, you say? Indecent for me to have a look at my 
wife's pussy? I suppose those boys never got a look? No, Hilda," his voice 
got harsh, "I bet they looked, all right! They looked at you there, 
leisurely, with your full permission, touched you there, licked, sucked. You 
felt their tongues running all over it, and you loved it. Isn't that the 
truth?" 

"Herbert, what an awful thing to say!" Hilda turned her face aside, blushing 
horribly because he had hit on the terrible truth. She had let the boys do 
anything they wanted between her legs, and she had loved every second of it. 

"You can't look me in the eye, can you?" he said. "So it's true. I was just 
guessing before, but now I know it's true. You let those little kids put 
their mouths down there, probably creamed all over their faces. Well, you 
can't deny this, whatever you let them do, you have an obligation to let me 
do-as long as you're my wife." 

Hilda moaned. Everything he said was true, and it would be cruelly unfair to 
deny her own husband what she had given to her lovers. Herbert read 
submission in her face, and with a snarl of triumph he once more buried his 
head between her legs. She felt '.his stiff wet tongue lashing and sucking 
at'her sensitive labia, making them swell and throb with arousal, and she 
fought down her cries of pleasure. Then his tongue moved on, slowly circling 
her cunt mouth, then suddenly wriggling inside. 

"Ahhhh!" gasped Hilda, unable to keep quiet now. 

She thought she heard a chuckle, but it seemed impossible, for he had his 
tongue stuffed deep in her cunt. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

I probed there, lapped, licked, and seemed alternately to fatten and 
lengthen, making her writhe with pleasure, although she managed now to keep 
quiet. After completely reaming and cleaning her cunt, his tongue moved on 
again, this time to tickle her anus. Oh, no, she thought, don't let him 
stick it in there! She knew the pleasure would be more than she could 
possibly hide. She stiffened, prayed, and then moaned dismally as she felt 
the sharp tongue tip worming aggressively into the tight-clenched mouth of 
her ass. 

"No, Herbert, for God's sake!" she yelped. "Not there! Oh, my God, no!" 

"Those boys never touched you here, of course?" he remarked dryly. 

Hilda had nothing to say. Somehow she could not he to him. He gave a snort 
of bitter amusement, then bent his head and roughly shoved his tongue into 
her ass. 

"Oh, God, oh, ohhhh!" Hilda moaned. Just as she'd feared, the delicious 
stuffing of her ass by Herbert's slick hot tongue was too much for her. Her 
cunt creamed violently, and she felt her clit twitching eagerly as he reamed 
her. Orgasm was building now, and in spite of herself she knew she would cum 
any second, the final humiliation. Then to her immense relief, Herbert 
withdrew his tongue and lifted his head to give her a sardonic glance. 

"Well, Hilda," he said lightly, "you certainly can't deny that you enjoyed 
that! Your cunt was creaming buckets, and I could see your clit twitching 
like mad. So let's just dispense with the fakery from this point on. I know 
everything now, and you can just relax and enjoy this evening like I intend 
to enjoy it. Now I want you to suck my cock and play with my balls for a 
while, till I get a really good hard-on, and then we'll have a good fuck." 

"HERBERT! NO!" Hilda was aghast. His language, his obscene request, 
horrified and repelled her. Catching him offguard, she wriggled out of his 
hold and leaped out of bed, running from the bedroom. To suck Herbert's 
huge, ugly, red cock, to touch and fondle his big, hairy balls-it seemed to 
her the most repulsive thing in the world. With Barry and Fred it had been 
different. Their immature, virgin parts were so pink and pure and clean. But 
to do it to a grown man, never! She felt almost nauseated at the thought. 

She heard him running close behind her, and with a shriek of terror she fled 
through the kitchen, into the living room, not knowing where she was going, 
knowing only that she had to keep away from him. The result was that they 
kept going in circles, according to the plan of the house, from kitchen to 
living room to dining room to bedroom and back to kitchen again. But Hilda 
was too stout for much running, and on the third circuit of the house she 
began to tire. 

"Please, Herbert-No-!" she gasped, still keeping a few feet ahead of him. 

Thanks to his skinniness, Herbert was just getting warmed up and feeling no 
fatigue whatsoever. "Yes, Hilda!" he shouted. "Yes! I'll catch you, and then 
I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before! You might as 
well give up!" 

"Nooooo!" Her protest changed to a squeal of fright as Herbert at last 
caught up with her, seized her around the waist, and pulled her roughly down 
on the living room rug. As she lay panting on her back, her plump round 
breasts quivering and swaying, he quickly straddled her chest, using his 
legs to pin her arms to her sides, his half-erect and frighteningly long 
penis grazing her lips and smearing cream over her mouth and cheeks. Hilda 
took one brief look at it-horribly fat and pale white, the bulbous purple 
glans exposed and dripping, the long shaft ending in a dark forest of wiry 
hair-and nearly gagged. She turned her head aside so she wouldn't have to 
look at his cock. 

"Oh, you're disgusted, are you?" Herbert said bitterly. "Can't bear the 
sight of it? You damned hypocrite! You sucked their cocks, didn't you, those 
two boys? You played with them, licked them, took them in your mouth, didn't 
you? Answer me, Hilda, or I'll stuff my cock down your throat right now, I 
swear it!" 

Anything but that! Hilda quickly squeaked, "Yes!" 

"Yes, what?" Herbert insisted. "Exactly what did you do? Tell the truth!" He 
trailed his creaming glans over her cheek, reminding her of his threat. 

"I-I touched their cocks." Hilda found it very hard to speak, and she felt 
almost sick with shame, but anything was better than having to swallow that 
enormous ugly prick. "I touched them, and-I licked them, and I-oh, God-I 
sucked them off." 

"Indeed?" Herbert seemed strangely calm, in spite of her awful revelations. 
In fact he was encouraged. If she'd done that with the boys, her conscience 
must force her to do it with him. "You let them cum in your mouth, you say? 
How very interesting. So you can have no objection to doing the same for me, 
can you?" 

"Herbert, no, please!" she whined. 

"Yes, Hilda," he said coldly. "After all you've done, it's very big of me to 
forgive you. You ought to think about that. With what I know, I could 
divorce you and not give you a penny. And I'm asking so little of you in 
expiation. Just to suck my cock. A simple little act, one you've done many 
times before. Open your mouth, Hilda." 

Hilda, terrified by his threat of divorce, obeyed. Facing him again, her 
face twisted with disgust, she nevertheless opened her mouth wide, and 
Herbert, grinning triumphantly, picked up his long semi-flaccid prick and 
stuffed the purple, creaming head into her mouth. It rested there on her 
tongue, dribbling its salty juices onto her taste buds, and because it 
wasn't hard enough, Herbert couldn't push it in any farther. He needed her 
cooperation, but she lay utterly still and passive. 

"Suck it, Hilda!" he commanded hoarsely, powerfully aroused by the idea of 
his puritanical wife giving him a blow-job. "Give it a good sucking!" 

Hilda nearly gagged again, but she obeyed, slowly sucking the long meat in 
over her tongue, till she had taken half its length, all her mouth would 
hold. As soon as she did so, she realized that it would not be as bad as 
she'd feared. The taste was no different from that of Barry's or Fred's 
except in being stronger, and the texture was similar, smooth and silky and 
warm. In fact, it was rather exciting to have a full mouth instead of two 
tiny hard sausages, a prick so fat that when she drew in her cheeks it 
filled the whole space. Yes, she could do it after all, she might even enjoy 
it a little, especially when Herbert's enormous balls shot out a load of cum 
more than double the capacity of Barry and Fred combined. She sighed, closed 
her eyes, and began to suck on his cock. 

"No, Hilda," he said softly but insistently, "keep your eyes open, and look 
right into mine. I want to see your expression as you suck." 

Hilda flushed angrily but obeyed. It was terribly humiliating, watching 
Herbert's leering, grinning face as she sucked his penis. He, on the other 
hand, was hugely aroused by the eye contact, delighting in the mixture of 
sensations that passed over Hilda's face and the way her mouth was 
grotesquely stretched by his meat. At first she was obviously disgusted, but 
as she obediently went on sucking, he could tell she was struggling to hide 
excitement and pleasure. Well, he thought, so she likes to eat cock better 
and better! 

Under the fiery bath of her saliva and the silky pressure of her tongue, 
palate and cheek linings, his cock grew rapidly stiff and his balls swelled 
up grotesquely, rubbing roughly against her chin. Hilda grew more and more 
aroused, tasting the lubricating juices that dribbled continously from his 
glans, feeling her mouth stuffed and probed as Herbert began to move his 
hips, taking command of his action and feeding his cock to her in low slow 
thrusts. There was only one more thing she wanted, to eat gallons of his 
salty cum. And there was only one more thing he wanted, to feel the whole 
length of his cock in the hot silk of her mouth, but her mouth wasn't big 
enough. There was only one way. 

"Open your throat, Hilda," he gasped. 

What did it matter now? She already had his penis in her mouth, so why not 
her throat as well? Submissively, Hilda relaxed her throat muscles, and they 
both shivered with deep excitement as his enormously long prick slid slowly 
down her throat, till at last his coarse-haired balls rubbed her lips. Hilda 
didn't understand why it excited her so much, but she felt her cunt gushing 
hot cream. Herbert was in ecstasy. 

"Oh, my darling," he moaned, "you took it all, all my meat down your throat! 
Oh, Jesus, so good!" He spread his legs a little, to free her arms. "Play 
with my balls, too, dear!" he begged. And again, not caring what happened 
now, just so she was fed, Hilda obeyed, cupping his coarse-furred testicles, 
finding them burning hot. She kneaded and tickled them, making Herbert jerk 
and shinny happily. He began to slam his cock to her, digging deep down her 
silky throat, and Hilda waited blissfully for the flood of good cum that 
must be on its way within seconds. But Herbert, near as he was to shooting 
his load in blinding delight, was thinking that perhaps it was not such a 
good idea. Hilda might not be able to get him up again the way Linda had, 
and then he couldn't fuck her. Above all, he had to fuck her, had to see her 
beneath him writhing and panting and loving the deep hard thrusts of his 
cock, to conquer her completely. He could not give up that triumph, no 
matter how desperately he wanted to cum now in her throat. 

He suddenly pulled his cock out, and Hilda moaned, forgetting herself, "Oh, 
why did you do that? I wanted to-" She stopped abruptly, blushed deep red. 
She couldn't bear to let him know how much she had wanted to gobble his cum. 

"Wanted to what?" Herbert said and grinned. "Oh, I see, your modesty 
prevents you from saying you wanted to suck me off. Well, darling, that 
would have been nice, but we can do something much nicer now. I'll just 
climb down here a little and slip my cock into that big juicy cunt of yours, 
and we'll both be happy." 

As he raised himself and prepared to change positions, Hilda grew indignant. 
She didn't like his obscene language, the knowing, impertinent way he talked 
to her. She caught a glimpse of his penis and became frightened, too. My 
God, she could never take a cock that size, even in her mature vagina! Its 
length was intimidating enough, bigger than any normal penis, but what 
chiefly frightened her was its brutal thickness, a girth she was sure would 
tear her. She recalled how far down her throat the thing had stretched, and 
she was aware that her mouth ached from taking it in. No, she wouldn't let 
him hurt her with that terrible big thing! She wriggled out from under him, 
scrambled to her feet, and dashed from the room. 

"Hilda, for Christ's sake!" Herbert shouted disgustedly. Damn her, anyhow, 
when would he break down her resistance? Red-faced with anger, he raced 
after her-but too late. She had locked herself in the bathroom, the stupid 
bitch! 

While Herbert stood outside the door fuming, Hilda breathed a sigh of 
relief, then smiled to herself. He wouldn't get away with it after all, no 
chance of carrying out his lewd and brutal threat to fuck her. He was too 
thin and weak to break down the door, and she need only wait till he gave up 
and went to sleep. Maybe he'd even be mad enough to slam out of the house 
and take a hotel room for the night. Then she could leisurely frig herself 
in bed, and, God, how she needed it! In spite of her disgust, he'd really 
turned her on, till by now she was aching for release. She discovered that 
she needed another kind of release, too, though she'd been too preoccupied 
to notice it before. She had to piss desperately. With a sigh, she seated 
herself on the toilet. 

Meanwhile, Herbert had quelled his anger and begun to reason out the 
problem. There was no way he could break the door down, even if he was 
strong enough, which he doubted, he'd break his shoulder, leaving him in no 
condition to fuck for a long time. That would be crazy! No, there must be 
another way. To somehow force the lock? But, wait! He didn't have to force 
it. He knew where the key was! No doubt Hilda had forgotten there even was a 
key, but he remembered the hiding place, a high shelf in the kitchen. 
Humming softly to himself, he left the room.... 

My God, Hilda thought, I must have drunk a gallon of booze! Her urine 
sizzled out in a thick yellow stream, apparently without end, and she had to 
raise herself a little off the seat in order not to be splattered. No sooner 
had she done so than she started violently upon hearing a key turning in the 
door. Oh, no, she'd forgotten about that damned key! Desperately she tried 
to stop the noisy stream of urine, but she could not. And so she stood, red 
with shame, pissing violently as Herbert opened the door and stared at her. 

A grin spread over his face. He focused on the thick yellow stream, licking 
his lips. Hilda was so mortified, she wanted to die, but she was forced to 
squat there and finish. 

"Well, my dear," mocked Herbert, "why didn't you tell me that was what you 
hurried in here for? I thought you were trying to get away from me." 

"I was!" snapped Hilda, flushing the toilet and trying to push past him in 
the doorway. "Now get out of my way!" 

"Oh, no, Hilda," he said and grinned, "we haven't fucked yet, remember? I'm 
particularly looking forward to that, getting my cock into you, watching you 
enjoy it...." 

He made a grab for her, and Hilda dodged him, then fled through the bedroom. 
They were off again, around and around the house, Hilda's rolls of fat 
shaking, her big tits bouncing crazily as she ran, with Herbert in close 
pursuit, an incongrous and ludicrous sight, a skinny, meek-looking, balding 
little man preceded stiffly by an enormous red wagging cock. He caught her 
in the dining room, wrestled her over to the table, and slammed her down on 
her belly, her big white ass hanging over the edge of the table, then rammed 
his cock forward, but missed, his creaming glans skidding between her plump 
thighs. Hilda shrieked, wriggled out of his grasp, and took off again. 

"Damn you!" he shouted, bounding after her. "I'll fuck you if it's the last 
thing I do!" 

One more circuit of the house and Hilda, beginning to tire, was caught 
again, in the kitchen. Herbert grabbed her around the waist, and the force 
of their impact slammed her up against the refrigerator, momentarily 
knocking her breathless. Chuckling, Herbert maneuvered his painfully hard 
penis between her legs, nosed the raw glans into the moist indentation of 
her cunt mouth, and shoved. Success! As the monstrous prick stuffed and 
stretched her cunt, bulldozing its way to her womb, Hilda wailed in terror. 

"No, no!" she shrieked. "Get it out of me! It's too big! Please, Herbert, 
you'll hurt me!" 

Having penetrated her all the way, till his hairy swollen balls rested 
against her ass, Herbert held absolutely still, leaning against her back, 
letting her feel the full length and thickness of his penis deep in her 
cunt. "Now, now," he soothed, "it's not too big. You've taken it before. If 
you'll just relax your cunt, it'll be fine, more than fine. Let yourself go, 
Hilda, and enjoy the magnificent fuck I'm going to give you." 

Hilda was too frightened and indignant to accept his advice. She flung out 
her ass, catching him hard in the stomach, and he stumbled backward, his 
long dripping cock popping out of her cunt. Hilda fled, for the bathroom 
this time, hoping that while he fumbled with the key she'd have time to 
climb out the window. No matter that she was naked, that it was the middle 
of the night-this was turning into a rape! 

But she was not fast enough to escape the fleet-footed Herbert. He was so 
close behind her that she couldn't even pause to slam the door. She raced 
right on through into the bathroom, skidded on the wet floor, and to her 
utter humiliation and shame, tumbled into the open clothes hamper 
head-first, so that from the waist up she was buried in laundry, while her 
ass hung out naked and exposed. She struggled to get loose but seemed to be 
stuck. Then she gasped as she felt Herbert's hot sweaty hands seizing her 
hips, then felt his hugely fat cock gliding into her helpless vagina. 

"Got you now!" he chuckled. She heard him humming blissfully to himself as 
he began to fuck her in short swift strokes. 

Hilda struggled desperately, but she was wedged into the hamper in such a 
way that she could not get loose without help. He had her at last. She 
moaned in shame, felt his wiry balls slapping lightly against her ass, felt 
his giant penis thudding against the pulp of her womb. She was enormously 
stretched and stuffed, yet it did not hurt. In fact, as the thick shaft 
entered her time after time, in rapid succession, it tugged at her clit and 
labia, which felt very good. She sighed and wriggled her ass, and Herbert, 
recognizing her unspoken response, began to ball her faster and harder. Her 
cunt creamed heavily, soaking his prick. 

"Yes, it feels good, doesn't it?" he crooned. "And I won't make a hasty job 
of it like I always did before, when I thought you didn't like it. No, 
Hilda, now that I know how much you love to get fucked, I'll make it last a 
long, long time." He felt her vaginal muscles tighten around his swiftly 
banging cock, felt another flood of hot cream. Yes, she loved it! No matter 
what she said now, he knew the truth from the blatant actions of her cunt, 
which could not lie. He grinned broadly and said, "But you can't be very 
comfortable in that ridiculous posture, my darling! Let's go continue our 
fuck in the bedroom." 

He assisted the red-faced Hilda out of the hamper and led her into the 
bedroom, his enormous cock standing straight up now and dripping her juices. 
Hilda eyed it hungrily. In spite of her shame, in spite of everything, all 
she could think of was getting that fat prick back inside her. She'd never 
realized before how great it felt to take a man-sized penis deep in her 
cunt, to feel its wonderfully hard, full thrusts. What a fool she'd been! 
She'd wasted twenty years in stupid, puritanical frigidity, when she could 
have been enjoying .the biggest cock in town! But she intended to make up 
for it now! She'd make it up both to herself and to Herbert, by giving him 
anything he wanted-and more. 

Flushed with horniness, her cunt creaming steadily now, Hilda scrambled onto 
the bed, lay on her back, and opened her legs as wide as she could. She held 
out her arms to her grinning husband and called hoarsely, "Hurry, darling, 
hurry and get that gorgeous big cock back in me! Oh, please, Herbert, I 
wanta get fucked! I want you to ball me, please!" 

Herbert Archer, not saying a word but grinning like a madman, leaped onto 
the bed, scrambled between his wife's plump thighs, and slammed his huge 
cock into her so hard that she felt the breath knocked out of her. He rammed 
her furiously, forcing the cream from her flooded cunt in hot splatters, and 
their bellies met in resounding slaps, his balls smacked loudly against her 
ass, and the bed creaked and groaned under his frantic humping. The groaning 
grew louder as Hilda began to buck her hips, meeting his every thrust with a 
forward slam, so that his cock hammered her womb. Their breath came in 
ragged gasps, his sweat dripped onto her breasts and belly, and the 
slurping, sucking noise of their fucking became loud and obscene. All of it 
excited Hilda beyond restraint, and she began howling her pleasure. 

"Oh, my God, YES! YES! Fuck me, darling! Oh, shit, how I love it! Slam it to 
me, give me that big ol' cock! Ahhhh! AHHHHH!" 

Herbert was delighted beyond words. He knew now that Hilda loved it all, 
from cocksucking to screwing, and that they had hundreds of fantastic nights 
ahead of them. He wouldn't need another woman now, and she wouldn't need 
another man. In spite of his promise of a good long fuck, however, he felt 
himself humping swiftly to climax. But no matter, if anybody could get him 
up again fast, it was Hilda with her wise and naughty mouth and tongue. He 
let himself go. "Oh, baby, baby!" he yelped. "So hot and tight! You're 
makin' me cum! Aaaaggghhhh!" 

Hilda opened her womb joyfully to suck up the hot seed that flooded her 
cunt, and she felt her body lifted and shaken by her own cumming. "Herbert, 
Herbert," she sobbed, "so good, ohhhh, OHHHHH!" 

A long time later they lay side by side in bed, Hilda mischievously toying 
with his cock, which, thanks to her happy sucking, was hard again and ready 
for action. 

Herbert grinned at her and said, "No thoughts of divorce now?" 

Hilda leered at him, the first time in her life she had ever cast a sexy 
look, and said huskily, "Why, darling, of course not! I wouldn't part with 
this for the world!" And she gave his stiff cock a playful squeeze. 


THE END
