The Happy Housemother
by Erika Norman
(RX-337)


FOREWORD 

In our highly urbanized and mobile society, the phenomenon of the isolated, 
lonely individual is far from uncommon. As Americans move around the country 
and especially to the huge urban complexes, in search of better job 
opportunities and that elusive but time-honored goal called "success," they 
lose their roots. Families, friends of their school years, and even the 
objects of their first romantic attachments are left behind, and unless the 
individual is extremely gregarious, he tends not to make up for what he has 
lost. Relatives and old friends are left behind for good, no one takes their 
place. In many cases, marriage and children help compensate in part for the 
resulting loneliness, but only in part. The American nuclear family is 
itself a notoriously isolated and precarious entity. But for those who never 
marry, loneliness and isolation are indeed complete and grim. The Happy 
Housemother concerns such an individual. 

The central character of the novel, Hilda Green, is a middle-aged woman who 
has never married and who, for a variety of reasons, finds it difficult to 
achieve emotional closeness with anyone. Yet Hilda is far from being a cold 
and distant personality. Her hunger for warmth, love, and friendship is so 
great that it manifests itself in psychosomatic symptoms, physical disorders 
which are the result of emotional stress. It is this problem which leads her 
to seek a new job in the hope of giving some meaning to her life, and which 
plunges her into a bizarre sexual scene for which she is totally unprepared. 
Hilda's subsequent distress is directly related to her warped emotional 
development. 

Dr. David Reuben might well be describing Hilda in the opening lines of his 
popular book Any Woman Can: 

"Any woman who is unwilling or unable to fulfill her destiny as a 
full-fl-edged female and thereby enjoy a lifetime of gratifying sexual 
experiences is sexually marooned....The greatest of all human 
pleasures-sexual fulfillment-is officially denied to every adult female who 
is single, widowed, or divorced." 

The solution for such a woman is, as Dr. Reuben points out in the course of 
his book, either to marry or (more risky in our fundamentally puritan 
society) to defy the taboo by taking lovers. However, Hilda Green's 
repressive upbringing has rendered her incapable of doing either of these 
things. It is only her traumatic experience as housemother at a private 
school for boys that finally shocks her into a reevaluation of her life and 
permits her, at last, to give and receive love. It is unfortunate that she 
must pay so high a price for this transformation. 

If there is a moral to Hilda's story, certainly it is this, that prudishness 
and repression have no place in modern America, and that misguided parental 
efforts to "protect" children from reality can only result in disaster when 
the child grows up and plunges into the real world for which he is not 
prepared. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"I'm going to be frank with you, Miss Green." The doctor, in his mod clothes 
and blond whiskers, seemed impossibly young, yet he spoke with authority. 
"All the symptoms you've been describing to me-the insomnia, the heart 
palpitations, the indigestion, the spells of depression-none of them have 
any organic cause. They're what we call 'psychosomatic,' the result of 
emotional stress." 

Hilda Green reddened. She had been raised to show respect for authority, in 
which the medical profession was included, so she said nothing to contradict 
the young physician. But in her heart she scoffed. He hadn't suffered like 
she had! It was easy for him to say that there was really nothing wrong with 
her! 

"I'll be more specific than that," he went on, smiling in an effort to make 
the stern-faced spinster relax. "Judging from the history you've given me, 
I'd say that your symptoms are almost certainly due to sexual frustration." 

"Doctor!" Hilda gasped. Really, this was going too far! Even if he was a 
doctor, he had no business insulting her with crude and ridiculous remarks 
like that. Still her training restrained her, and her voice remained 
controlled if chilly. "That's nonsense. Sex simply doesn't enter into my 
life at all." 

The young doctor struggled to hide a smirk. "I know, Miss Green," he said. 
"That's just the trouble. Sex should enter your life. For a woman your 
age-you're forty-five, aren't you?-it should play a very large part in your 
life." 

Hilda fumed inwardly, and she was powerfully tempted to hit the young puppy 
with her handbag and stalk out of his office. But her mother's words came 
back to her from thirty years ago and more: "Now, Hilda, you listen to the 
doctor and do just as he says. Doctor knows best." And so she sat still, in 
obedience to the commands of a dead woman. 

"You see," the doctor was explaining, "we've known for some time, ever since 
the Kinsey report in 1953, that a woman typically reaches the height of her 
sexual need when she's in her late thirties and early forties. That can 
cause problems for a lot of women, even the married ones. They require sex 
most at a time when their husbands' sexual performance may be weakening or 
dying out. However, half a loaf is better than none, and these married women 
are better off than the woman who has no man at all. Unmarried women of your 
age commonly develop the symptoms you've been describing to me-you're 
certainly not alone. That's why I'm going to suggest that you put a little 
spice into your life. Find a new job, something a lot more exciting and 
challenging than what you're doing now, and, above all, find yourself a man. 
That doesn't mean you have to marry. Taking a lover will do the job just as 
well. But the point is this, Miss Green: for your problem, there's only one 
prescription, sex and plenty of it." 

That did it. Miss Green rose from her chair in cold fury. How could this man 
call himself a doctor? How could he charge twenty dollars merely to expose 
her to obscenity and filthy suggestions? It was all she could do not to 
scream at him how much he disgusted her. 

"Good day, Doctor," she said icily, and marched out of his office, trembling 
with indignation. 

Without regard for her destination, she walked the city streets, wondering 
what to do. She would like to have gone to another doctor, an older man who 
would respect her dignity and treat her symptoms with medicine, not with 
impertinent advice. But she was reluctant to spend the money, and, the 
longer she walked and thought, the more Hilda Green found herself inclined 
to admit that the young doctor had been at least partially correct in his 
diagnosis. She was too honest to deny that her boring, ill-paid job might 
have something to do with her physical disorders. For twenty-five years she 
had been a clerk in a dime store. There was nothing new or challenging to be 
expected, and she was sick of rude customers, sick of being perpetually on 
the lookout for shoplifters, sick of doing the same thing day after day. 
Yes, the young man had been right about one thing, she really ought to find 
another job. 

As for his prescription about sex, she refused to think about it. It was 
vile, nasty, and humiliating. She did not require sex. No lady did. Harlots, 
hussies, loose women-those types were rumored to have the same animal 
cravings that men have, and so, she supposed, they needed sexual activity in 
their lives. But not she, not Hilda Green. Why, she never thought about 
it.... 

Hilda stopped short, blushing horribly, as she realized how blatantly she 
was lying to herself. Oh, my God, what had she been doing only last night? 

Hilda nearly groaned aloud as she recalled her restless night and the way 
her thoughts had wandered, guiltily but irresistibly, to men and sex. It was 
always that way when she had insomnia. Hours would pass while she tossed and 
turned in bed, and she knew from experience that only one thing would allow 
her to sleep. She didn't even have a name for it, although she did it nearly 
every night. Her mother, with a tone of hushed horror, had called it 
"touching oneself." The medical books called it masturbation. Hilda used 
neither of these terms. It was just an awful thing that happened to her, 
something she had to do before she could sleep, as if she were possessed by 
the Devil. How, after her strict and proper upbringing, could she possibly 
behave like that? 

As Hilda slowly walked home to her lonely apartment, she thought about her 
life and wondered how she had come to be so sinful. Certainly her wonderful 
parents had done everything possible to keep her mind and body clean. Why 
had she betrayed them? In her frenzy of guilt, it seemed to her now that she 
had been betraying them, rebelling against them, for as long as she could 
remember. Or, rather, her body had rebelled. Yes, it was the animal part of 
her, her body, that caused all the trouble. 

Hilda had had only one sibling, a brother who was a year her senior. She 
remembered a summer afternoon when she was ten and Thomas was eleven; it was 
very hot, an oppressive Midwestern day in August, and they had sought the 
shade of the barn. As they lay panting in the hay, Thomas had begun to talk 
about sex. 

At the time she really hadn't known any better, and she let him go on, 
rather interested, in fact, in what he was saying. It was a subject her 
parents had never discussed with her, and she was intensely curious about 
it. Thomas was relaying what the boys at school had told him, about how 
babies are made. 

"That's why boys and girls are different," he told her, "so they can get 
married and make babies. The man plants the seed, and the baby grows inside 
the woman." 

"I don't understand," said Hilda. "How do they do it? How does the man plant 
the seed?" 

"I'm not very clear about that," Thomas admitted. "But I do know something. 
Here." 

With no hesitation or self-consciousness-for he was too innocent to know 
better-Thomas unbuttoned his fly and lifted out his small, pink, floppy 
penis. Hilda's eyes widened in amazement and admiration. She'd never seen a 
penis before. Although she knew vaguely that boys and girls had different 
equipment, her parents had always been very careful never to let her and her 
brother see each other naked. She was delighted at this opportunity to 
compare notes. 

"My goodness!" she cried. "That's nothing like what I have! What's it for?" 

"For planting the seed," explained Thomas. "At least that's what the boys 
told me at school." 

"But how? Where?" She was bewildered but eager to learn. 

"Well, that's what I don't know," said Thomas. "Nobody seemed exactly sure 
about that. All they knew is, it goes between the girl's legs." 

Hilda frowned. "I still don't understand," she said. "Between her legs 
where?" 

"Take off your panties," suggested Thomas, "and let's have a look. Maybe we 
can figure it out." 

Hilda was more than willing. She wanted to solve this mystery. Quickly she 
pulled down her white cotton panties and spread her skinny legs wide apart, 
so she and her brother could explore her immature parts. She'd never looked 
at them much herself, they were so hidden, so hard for her to view, and, 
seemingly, so functionless and unimportant. Now Hilda and Thomas gawked at 
the bright pink convolutions of flesh tucked away between her thighs. 

"Golly," breathed Thomas, "it sure is different! But what's it all for?" 

"Well, I'm not sure," confessed Hilda. "But from what you say, it must have 
something to do with making babies. There must be a place for your 
thing-what do you call it?" 

"My peter," said Thomas knowledgeably. 

"Well, there must be a place for your peter to go, to plant the seed. Let's 
see." 

Quickly, eagerly, she fingered and explored her silky moist parts, vaguely 
conscious that her own touch was pleasant. She found a little hole, almost 
at dead center, an opening so tiny that even the insertion of her little 
finger was difficult. 

"That must be it," she said. 'Take a look." 

And then a very strange thing happened. Thomas scrambled between her 
out-flung legs to get a close view of the mysterious little hole, then began 
to touch her parts gently, wonderingly, inserting just the tip of his finger 
into the tiny opening. His warm moist breath fanned her raw pink flesh. 
Hilda shivered with delight. Nothing in her life had felt so delicious as 
his breath and touch in that sensitive place. She wished he would go on 
doing it forever. 

Thomas seemed just as excited as she was. "Let's try it," he said eagerly, 
"just to see if it works. I'll try to put my peter in your hole." 

"All right," said Hilda, anxious to find out what it felt like. 

Thomas seized his flabby little tool and attempted to poke it inside her, 
without success. Neither of them understood that it had to be stiff first. 
They were both very disappointed. 

"Rats!" cried Thomas. "I think the boys were just kidding me. It won't 
work." 

Hilda sighed. "Well, maybe we weren't doing it right. Let me see your 
peter." 

Thomas obediently lay back in the hay, and his sister knelt beside him and 
gingerly picked up the soft little finger of flesh. It seemed very pretty to 
her, very nice to touch. The skin was incredibly silky, like baby flesh, and 
the little organ, uncircumcised, ended in an amusing wrinkled tip of white. 
Hilda was wild to play with it. She curled her fingers around it, pumped it, 
petted it, delighting in its warmth and softness. 

"Ummm!" sighed Thomas. "Gee, that feels good, Hilda! Keep doing it!" 

Hilda was glad to obey. She noticed now that the wrinkled tip yielded to her 
pumping, slipping easily back and forth, and also that the faster she worked 
it, the more Thomas seemed to enjoy it. He sighed and murmured and wriggled 
as she pumped his little tool. With a firm but gentle movement, she at last 
worked the loose sheath all the way back, revealing a bright red tip 
beneath, which remarkably resembled a cherry. There was even a tiny hole 
where the stem should be. Charmed, Hilda applied her finger to it and found 
it hot and moist and slick. Thomas moaned. 

"Ohhhh, Hilda!" he cried. "That feels great! I-" 

He stopped abruptly, and they both gasped in wonder as his tiny penis 
suddenly jerked and went stiff and hard in Hilda's hand. It seemed to have 
doubled its length and girth, and a tiny drop of pearly fluid leaked from 
the hole in the tip. 

"Oh, my goodness!" shrieked Hilda. "What happened?" 

"I don't know!" cried Thomas. "Look at it! It grew!" 

In her wonder, Hilda drew her hand away, and they both stared at his belly, 
from which his small penis now stuck up hard and stiff, pointing at the roof 
of the barn. Then, on a sudden inexplicable impulse, Hilda bent down swiftly 
and licked up the little drop of white cream that oozed from the tip. She 
liked the salty taste. Thomas liked what she did, too, liked it very much. 
He moaned and shivered. 

"Oh, Hilda, let's try it again! I bet my peter would go in your hole now!" 

Unwittingly they had discovered the answer to their earlier difficulty. 
Hilda willingly consented to the experiment, flopping onto her back and 
opening her legs wide. Her brother crawled eagerly between them, seized his 
stiff little cock, and poked the tip into her tiny hole, which, for reasons 
she did not understand, was quite moist and hot by now. His initial 
penetration, no more than a quarter of an inch, hurt her a little, and yet 
she felt an urgent impulse to take his dick in farther, to feel the whole 
stiff length of his funny little peter inside her feverish new-hole. 

"Go ahead, Thomas!" she cried. "Push it in farther!" 

Thomas was delighted to obey. He drew himself back a little, preparing to 
thrust hard, when suddenly they froze at the sound of a piercing scream. 
Their heads whirled, and they saw their mother standing in the doorway of 
the barn, her face dead white, clasping her hands to her heart. 

"Oh, dear God!" wailed Mrs. Green. "Stop! Stop this filthiness at once!" 

She rushed toward them.... 

Even thirty-five years later, Hilda did not like to think about what had 
happened next. The horrible beatings from mother and father, the endless 
lectures on sin and damnation. It was too awful, too painful, to remember. 
She and Thomas had never been allowed to be alone together after that, and 
so great was their guilt and terror that even years later, after their 
parents' deaths, they never referred to the incident. And except for one 
other occasion, that day in the barn had been Hilda Green's only sexual 
experience. 

She had not dated much in high school. It wasn't that she was ugly-her looks 
were passable, and she had rather a nice, full-breasted figure-but, for 
reasons she didn't quite understand, Hilda was very much afraid of boys. 
Most of them, in fact, disgusted her. What Hilda didn't realize was that she 
had internalized the attitudes of her parents, adopted their teachings and 
come to regard them as her own beliefs. Like her parents, she believed that 
sex was evil, and that all men thought about was sex. Therefore men were 
naturally a source of terror and revulsion to her. She avoided the boys at 
school, and on the few occasions when they asked her for dates, she turned 
them down. Throughout her adolescence, she made only one exception. 

Harold Jones seemed like such a nice boy. Unlike the others, he never 
flirted, never used coarse language, never smoked or drank. He was the son 
of the Methodist minister and intended to become a preacher himself. Hilda 
had always admired his clean good looks, his excellent manners, and his 
stern morality. He was, in fact, the only boy she had ever respected. And 
when she was eighteen and Harold asked her to the Senior Prom, she had no 
hesitation about saying yes. In spite of her instinctive avoidance of boys 
and dating, she missed being part of the school's social life, and with 
Harold she felt she could safely partake. 

Her parents approved of Harold, too, and that settled the matter. Hilda went 
to the dance with him. He behaved like a perfect gentleman, and after that 
she willingly went out with him every Saturday night. They would see a 
movie, go for a drive, have something to eat, and he would always bring her 
home by ten o'clock. He never laid a hand on her. At last, thought Hilda, 
she had found a decent man. 

Then came the night of the graduation dance, a night Hilda would not forget 
for the rest of her life. In middle age it was as vivid to her as when it 
had happened, but she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it, even after 
the lapse of more than a quarter of a century. Horror? Humiliation? 
Disillusionment? All those things, yes, and yet she could not repress a 
feeling of violent excitement as well whenever she relived that crucial 
night. And she thought about it often. 

At first everything had gone as usual. Harold called for her in his father's 
car, came in and talked a while with her parents, and then they attended the 
dance. Afterward Harold suggested a drive out to the lake, and Hilda agreed. 
It was just like any other night. As he drove, they talked about their plans 
for the future. Harold was to start at divinity school in the fall, and 
Hilda was going to college to train for a teaching career, but they made 
plans to come home and see each other during vacations. As always, Harold 
hinted, very delicately and vaguely, that after he was earning his own 
living, they might be married. Hilda felt very happy. 

Harold parked the car in a grove of trees on the edge of the lake, and they 
went on talking. Then, quite suddenly, and so unexpectedly that Hilda froze 
still with surprise, Harold threw his arms around her and kissed her 
passionately. She had never been kissed before, and she was overcome with 
the aggression and force of it. As soon as she regained her senses, she 
pushed him away. 

"Harold!" she cried. "How could you? What were you thinking of?" 

To her astonishment, Harold was panting. He seemed to have taken leave of 
his senses. "Hilda," he stammered, "it's going to be such a long time, 
years, before we can get married! I-I-" 

"You what, Harold?" she asked anxiously, wondering what was troubling him, 
what had made him behave so badly. 

"I-I-" In his passion and desperation, Harold suddenly made use of a word he 
had heard many times in the locker room at school. "I want to fuck you!" 

He wasn't at all sure why he'd used that horrible word. He didn't approve of 
it at all. But it somehow seemed to express his desperate horniness better 
than any other term he could have chosen. He had held himself back too long, 
dating Hilda for months and never so much as touching her-now the dam burst. 
He could think of nothing but getting into her, assuaging the terrible need 
that possessed him. He wanted to touch and fondle those beautiful big tits 
of hers, wanted to feel her naked beneath him, and, above all, wanted to 
shoot his seed into her, the seed that ached and boiled in his balls. He was 
sick of being a virgin, sick of jerking off in the can, sick of being the 
nicest boy in town. He was going to fuck Hilda if he had to rape her. 

"You what?" Hilda had no idea what he was talking about. She had never heard 
the word "fuck" before. And that was what saved Harold. If she had 
understood what he meant, she would have screamed, jumped out of the car, 
and run all the way home. Instead, she was only mildly annoyed and greatly 
puzzled. "You want to what?" she repeated. "I don't understand." 

"I'll show you," Harold growled. He grabbed her again and forced her down 
onto the seat of the car, scrambling on top of her, jamming his mouth on 
hers, so that she couldn't scream or struggle. Savagely he tore open her 
clothes. Hilda was gathering her wits and strength to fight him off, when a 
remarkable thing happened, something she certainly would not have predicted. 
Harold's hands found her large full breasts, fondled them feverishly, and as 
the moist friction of his palms stimulated her nipples, she nearly fainted 
with pleasure. 

Hilda was so overcome with her unexpected reaction that she lay quite still 
while Harold fumbled out of his pants and shorts. She was hardly even aware 
of what he was doing. She only knew that she had just experienced a jolt of 
pleasure more powerful than anything she had known since-she blushed to 
admit it-that day in the barn when Thomas had played between her legs. Why 
should such horrid things excite her, give her pleasure? She felt thoroughly 
ashamed of herself. She knew she ought to slap Harold's face, tell him off, 
refuse ever to see him again. Yet she couldn't move or speak. She was still 
tingling with pleasure, her big tits swollen and stiff with arousal, when 
Harold sank onto her again and inexpertly tried to thrust his enormously 
swollen cock between her legs. 

Hilda shrieked with alarm. At first she did not understand what was 
happening. Some huge, hard, long object was battering at her belly, and 
Harold was moaning loudly with excitement. Then she recalled Thomas's tiny 
stiff "peter," and she understood. This was the adult article, but the goal 
was the same as before. Horrified, she hammered at his shoulders, trying to 
push him away. 

"Harold, for God's sake, no!" she screamed. "What are you thinking of? We're 
not married, it's not right!" 

"That's a load of crap," panted Harold, who seemed to have forgotten all his 
manners. "It's fun, let's do it!" 

"My God, NO!" shouted Hilda, trying to twist out from underneath him. "I'd 
rather die! Let me go, Harold!" 

"Hilda, please!" Frantically, Harold decided to try something he'd heard 
about from the other boys, from filthy conversations in the locker room 
which he'd pretended to ignore but which in fact he'd listened to avidly. 
Now he was glad he'd listened, though he'd been ashamed of himself at the 
time. According to the other boys, this was a sure-fire trick for getting a 
girl to cooperate. He slid his hand down Hilda's sleek belly, found her soft 
little muff of pubic hair, wriggled a finger inside the furry lips, and 
located a fat little button of flesh. This, he hoped, was it, the clitoris, 
a peculiar little organ which was supposed to bring ecstasy to women. He 
rubbed it gently but steadily. And abruptly, to his delight and wonder, 
Hilda responded with a loud moan of pleasure. 

"Oh, God, Harold!" she groaned, feeling suddenly on fire with pleasure and 
lust. She felt her virgin vagina gush with hot fluid, and she let her long 
shapely legs fall wide apart without understanding why she did so. She 
couldn't put a name to what she wanted, yet she had to have it. And with a 
shout of triumph, Harold wedged the fat head of his cock into her tiny 
cuntal mouth and pushed with all his strength. 

"OHHHHHHH!" shouted Hilda as she felt the incredibly long hard thing push 
steadily into her cunt. She was impaled on it, unable to get away. It was 
frightening, it hurt, she knew it was terribly wrong-and yet in spite of all 
this, her heart hammered with excitement and her newly ruptured cunt boiled 
and flooded with horniness. It was evil, wrong, sinful-and yet she wanted 
Harold's cock inside her pussy so badly that she knew she would die if he 
withdrew it. 

"Oh, Jesus, Hilda!" Harold instinctively cupped her firm buttocks and drew 
her up tighter against him, forcing his engorged prick all the way to her 
virgin womb. He was utterly happy, heedless of everything his minister 
father had taught him about the evils of lust and fornication. He knew only 
how great it felt to stroke and plunge his cock in her wonderfully tight, 
hot, juicy vagina. He began to pump it harder and harder, eager to shoot his 
load, and vaguely, with some pride and pleasure, he was aware that Hilda 
moaned and cooed and clung to him, enjoying the fucking as much as he did. 

"Oh, Harold, yes, yes!" she wailed, beginning to work her hips in time to 
his rhythm. Like Harold, she was in utter bliss, oblivious of everything but 
the incredible joy of fucking. She loved the way his huge penis stretched 
and probed her tiny cunt, she felt she could never get enough of it or have 
it in her long enough. Then something even better happened, a blinding joy 
she had never dreamed possible. Wave after wave of violent pleasure broke 
over her, making her shriek and wail without inhibition. Working her hips 
frenziedly, she humped him as hard and fast as he balled her, throwing her 
long legs high in the air, digging her nails into his shoulders. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Harold's bellow of release drowned out Hilda's cries of 
joy, and she felt a red-hot burst of fluid at the mouth of her womb. She 
fainted with pleasure, and the next thing she knew was the gentle jolting of 
the car. It was over, Harold was driving her home. 

Modesty prevented her from saying anything about the incident, and she 
supposed the same was true of him. They didn't say a word to each other, not 
even when he walked her to her front door. It was only after church the next 
day that she learned the horrible truth. 

By then Hilda was feeling remorse and guilt. She knew that what they'd done 
was a terrible sin. Still, they were only human, and perhaps they were 
permitted one mistake, provided they did the right thing about it. And the 
right thing was to get married at once. As the services ended, Hilda 
lingered outside the church, waiting for Harold, certain that his thoughts 
were in tune with hers. Once they were alone, he would surely suggest an 
immediate wedding. 

Therefore Hilda was astonished and alarmed when Harold, emerging from the 
church, glanced at her briefly, turned pale, and hurried away. She had to 
run to catch up with him. 

"Harold, wait!" she panted. "We have to talk!" 

He turned, and his face was full of contempt. "I have nothing to say to 
you!" he spat. 

Hilda gawked. She couldn't believe her ears. "But, Harold, I don't 
understand! After last night-Tvell, we must marry at once!" 

He laughed, not pleasantly. "Marry? You must be crazy! I'm going to be a 
minister. I can't marry a slut! I'm glad about last night, though. It showed 
me what you really are. You let me have you without a struggle. You even 
enjoyed it. And that proves you're a whore at heart. I'd never marry a woman 
like you. You disgust me." 

Hilda stood there, stunned, as he walked away. It was her first, but 
certainly not her last, experience with the double standard, that merciless 
social rule which makes it all right, even desirable, for a man to have sex 
outside of marriage, but which makes it a crime, a disgrace, for a woman to 
do the same thing. It took Hilda a long time to get over her experience with 
Harold, but when she finally did, she emerged bitter and determined. She was 
finished with men. 

And she was true to her vow. She never had a man again-no matter how badly 
she wanted one. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

That evening, when she got home from her appointment with the young doctor, 
Hilda read the want ads in the evening paper and discovered a job which 
interested her very much, a position as housemother in a private school for 
teenage boys. If she could get that job it would be a partial fulfillment of 
her dreams, for she had always wanted to be a teacher. She had planned to be 
one, in fact, but the death of her parents during her first year of college 
left her penniless, and she had had to become a clerk instead. Now, at 
least, she could be associated with a school. She telephoned and made an 
appointment to be interviewed the next day. 

Hilda was very excited about finding a new job, and she was so proud of her 
courage that she treated herself to a small bottle of wine for dinner. 
Unfortunately the wine had the effect of inflaming her already troublesome 
desires, the incessant sexual need which caused her insomnia and kept her 
awake, night after night, until in shame and humiliation she masturbated to 
relieve the tension. This night, thanks to the wine, was worse than all the 
others. 

She tossed and turned in her bed, hour after hour, trying to keep her 
thoughts on decent subjects, but in the end, as always, she succumbed and 
allowed herself to think of sex. She had several different fantasies at such 
times, but the most frequent and persistent one concerned Harold. Even after 
twenty-five years, she could not get him out of her mind, and she relived 
again and again that night in his father's car when she had joyfully 
surrendered her virginity. Tonight, as soon as she began to think of it, her 
cunt grew hot and wet, and she began fingering her clit feverishly. Her 
memory was so vivid that Harold was quite real to her. She felt him on top 
of her, panting, trying to thrust his erect and aching cock into her virgin 
slit. Moaning, eager, she opened her legs wide, welcoming him. The three 
middle fingers of her right hand, held stiffly together, became his 
wonderfully long, hard penis, and with a howl of joy she jammed them into 
her eagerly pulsing cunt. 

"Ohhhhh, God, yes, fuck me!" she wailed. Hilda's vocabulary had increased 
since her high school days, but only from reading, not from experience. 
"Yes, fuck me! Ahhhhh!" 

She came almost instantly, flooding her own hand with hot cunt juices. It 
was always like that. 

After hours of horniness and frustration, a few stiff strokes into her pussy 
did the job, and with a sigh of contentment and relief, she fell deeply 
asleep, her cum-soaked fingers still resting deliciously in her satisfied 
cunt. 

The morning, however, was another story. As on every morning after beating 
off, Hilda awoke filled with guilt and shame. How could she be so filthy? 
Why must she do that awful thing to herself every night before she could 
sleep? Surely she was an incorrigible sinner. It never occurred to her that 
the young doctor might be right, that all she needed was a man. Hilda was 
incapable of accepting such a suggestion. She hated men, hated their 
hypocrisy, their beastly passions, their unfair standards. Above all, she 
hated Harold Jones. Nothing, she felt, would ever dim her hatred for the man 
who had taken her virginity and then rejected her for doing the very thing 
he had demanded. She thought of him with great bitterness. She hadn't seen 
him since that long-ago day when he walked out of her life, but mutual 
friends had kept her informed of his progress. He had become a minister and 
had married-a virgin, Hilda cynically supposed, a nice girl who had refused 
to give herself to him before the wedding. In other words, a smart girl. 

But if it was possible, Hilda despised herself even more than she despised 
Harold. She felt she was hopelessly obsessed with sex, and that therefore 
she was damned. She prayed that her new job, if she was lucky enough to be 
hired, would take her mind off the needs of her body, and that, at last, she 
could be as clean in her thoughts and private behavior as she was in her 
public life. 

She was right on time for her appointment at the school. It was a handsome 
old brick building, beautifully landscaped, and was called Hillcrest 
Academy. Her appointment was with the headmaster, Major Calvin Beadle, a 
retired Army officer who had founded the school to supplement his income. 
Hilda had expected him to be quite an elderly man, and she was pleasantly 
surprised, on entering his office, to find him a ruggedly handsome, athletic 
man of middle age. In fact as she studied his broad shoulders, his faintly 
sensuous face, and his abundant sandy hair which was graying at the temples, 
she felt a little flutter of arousal which she quickly and blushingly 
suppressed. 

"Ah, Miss Green, isn't it?" the Major asked in a pleasant baritone voice. 
"Yes, sir," said Hilda. 

She wondered why he did not ask her to sit down. The fact was, Major Beadle 
was studying her figure, unknown to her. Indeed, he was mentally undressing 
her. And he liked what he imagined. 

She was a little over the hill, granted, but at the age of fifty-two, Major 
Beadle wasn't prepared to quibble. An older woman was required for the job 
of keeping the little bastards in line, and much as he would have liked a 
nubile young girl, she would not have been up to the task. Miss Green would 
do just fine. Not only was she the right age, she had damned nice tits, a 
reasonably handsome face, and good legs. She was a little reserved and grim, 
but the Major, a man of considerable experience, was pleased by these 
traits. It would be all the more fun to break down her resistance, all the 
greater triumph to get her into bed. Major Beadle, then, was not looking 
just for a housemother to his students; he was looking for a good lay. 

If Hilda had known what was on his mind, she would have fled. But his 
expression gave nothing away. After studying her a moment, he said 
pleasantly, "Well, sit down, Miss Green. Pardon my manners. I was just 
trying to gauge whether or not you're husky enough for the work. It's easy 
enough most of the time-all you have to do is see that the little b-uh, 
boys, get to bed on time, and that there's silence in the dormitory after 
lights-out. And of course, if they have any problems, the kind a mother 
could handle, you listen to them. That's all, generally. But boys will be 
boys, and once in a while there's a scuffle, and if I or one of the teachers 
aren't on the scene, you have to break it up. Doesn't happen often, but do 
you think you can handle it?" 

"Oh, certainly," said Hilda. In fact she wasn't so sure, but she wanted the 
job desperately. "How old are the boys, Major, and how many of them are 
there?" 

Major Beadle forced himself to stop staring at her tits. Size 40-D, at 
least, he thought excitedly. "Well," he rumbled, "the boys range in age from 
thirteen to eighteen. In essence we have a private high school here, for 
those parents who want their boys to have more individual attention than 
they'd get in public school. That's why we have only thirty students. 
Besides myself, we have two other teachers, Mr. Webster and Mr. Braun. Then 
we have a housemother and a cook, the only female personnel. Quite a small 
staff, you see, small and intimate, as much like home as possible." 

"How nice," said Hilda. "I'm sure I'll like it very much." Then she blushed. 
"Oh, that is, if I'm hired!" 

Major Beadle chuckled. "No need to be modest! You'll do just fine, Miss 
Green, just fine. I decided that the minute you walked in the door." 

Hilda wondered how he could have decided without even talking to her, but 
she supposed his experience enabled him to judge people by their appearance 
alone. She was very impressed. After discussing the salary-four hundred 
dollars a month plus room and board and fringe benefits-Hilda gladly agreed 
to take the job and to move into her room at Hillcrest Academy that very 
evening. She left his office very happy and excited, chiding herself for not 
having taken this step years ago. It would be a much more interesting life 
than clerking in that dreadful, dull store. 

The Major walked her to the front door of the school, briefly putting his 
hand on her waist as he led her out, as if guiding her. He found her waist 
fairly firm, and that pleased him. She was reserved, spinsterish, and 
obviously seething with sexual hang-ups, but that only whetted his lust. 
What a hit it would be to conquer her, to make her squeal and writhe and 
shriek her pleasure as he banged her! Of course, it would take time, and he 
would have to proceed slowly and carefully, so as not to scare her off. But 
that excited him. He was a military man, and he liked strategy, campaigns, 
and conquest. 

Hilda moved out of her little city apartment, overjoyed to leave behind its 
associations. She had been dreadfully lonely there, and in that rented bed 
she had masturbated hundreds of times, adding guilt to her loneliness. She 
was well rid of the place. Her life would be different now, interesting and 
useful and, above all, clean. With her small amount of luggage, she arrived 
at Hillcrest about eight o'clock in the evening, and Major Beadle showed her 
to her room. 

"Just in time," he told her as they climbed the stairs to the dormitory and 
staff bedrooms on the third floor. "The boys are getting ready for bed, and 
you'll have a chance to learn the routine." 

Hilda's room was a small but pleasant cubicle just off the boys' dormitory. 
She left her luggage there and accompanied Major Beadle into the large lofty 
room where all thirty boys slept in rows of cots. The noise was horrendous. 
Boys ran, jumped, shouted, laughed, and whistled, all in various stages of 
undress, and quite a few of them were naked. Unwillingly, Hilda thought of 
Thomas, her brother, and their delicious but disastrous afternoon in the 
barn. Thomas's immature penis had been just like many of these, soft and 
white and pointy. Only somehow Hilda found it even more exciting to watch 
these students, for while her brother had lain still for her inspection, 
they were jumping and running around so that their growing little organs 
flopped and bounced. Without realizing it, Hilda gawked, and very slowly she 
licked her lips. 

Major Beadle followed her gaze and smiled to himself. Yes, all the right 
hang-ups, all the right tendencies-an old maid who couldn't keep her eyes 
off little boy cocks. It was going to be a pleasure having Miss Green 
around. 

"Routine's pretty simple," he told her as they watched the boys. "Let 'em 
run and play for a while-noisy, but they need to get it out of their 
systems. Then at nine o'clock, see that they get in bed and settle down, 
then lights out. And you get a good night's sleep, too, you'll need it. 
They'll be up again at seven, full of life." Privately he shuddered at the 
thought. The din was terrible in the mornings, until the boys had been fed 
and had gone to their classes. "Well," he went on, "I'll leave you to it. 
After you get them tucked in, come along to my room-my name's on the 
door-and I'll give you a quick tour of the place before you turn in. 
Anything else?" 

"No, thank you, Major," replied Hilda. "You've been most kind and helpful." 

Not as kind and helpful as I'm going to be, thought Major Beadle as he left 
the dormitory. He was glad he wasn't a housemother-the racket those kids 
made was worse than any bombardment he'd been through in war. A stiff shot 
of whiskey for him! 

Left to her own devices, Hilda strolled around the big open dormitory, 
introducing herself to the boys and learning some of their names. Most of 
them were fairly young, between thirteen and sixteen, but a few were older. 
They all seemed healthy and pleasant and bright, if a little aggressive and 
loud. She was surprised, and a little shocked, that the naked ones didn't 
seem self-conscious in front of her. Personally she found it very 
embarrassing, and she politely but firmly ordered them into their pajamas. 
It was only the second time in her life that she'd seen male genitals-Harold 
Jones hadn't given her a chance to look at his-and she was astounded by the 
variety of dick lengths and shapes. Her encounter with her brother had been 
so brief and quick that she'd scarcely had time to notice his testicles, but 
now she was treated to a leisurely view of pair after pair of pink, 
hairless, plump boyish balls. This, too, she found disturbing and exciting. 

Better get hold of yourself, she thought, you're going to be seeing dicks 
and balls every day from now on. 

Shortly before nine o'clock, Hilda began getting the boys into bed. Most of 
them were quite cooperative-Major Beadle ran a strict school, and they knew 
it was fruitless to disobey-but a couple of the youngest boys were so 
absorbed in their game of tag that they didn't even hear what Hilda was 
saying. Laughing, she broke up their sport and ordered them to bed. One of 
the little fellows didn't even have his pajamas on yet. He was a handsome 
boy of thirteen, named Ronnie. 

"Well, Ronnie!" she said, smiling. "Have you forgotten what time it is? 
Lights out in five minutes!" 

"Oh, golly, Miss Green!" cried the boy. "I guess I wasn't paying any 
attention! I'll hurry!" 

He began to get into his pajamas in such a rush that he stumbled, and Hilda 
laughed and held the bottoms for him. As Ronnie stepped into them, his small 
soft prick grazed her hand. She stood quite still, stunned by the sensation. 
It was as if she had been burned by the contact. She felt the crotch of her 
panties grow hot and wet as her cunt reacted to the excitement. Get hold of 
yourself, she repeated. 

"Okay, thanks, Miss Green," Ronnie was saying. "I guess I'm squared away 
now." 

Hilda smiled absently at him and walked to the end of the room, where the 
light switch was. "All right, boys," she announced, "lights out!" There was 
a chorus of groans, but no one left his bed. Hilda flipped the switch. "Good 
night, boys," she said in the darkness. 

"Good night, Miss Green!" came the chorus of voices, some of them high and 
tenor, some of them breaking and squeaky. 

With a sigh, Hilda stepped out of the dorm and into her own little room. She 
had a feeling she was going to like her new job very much, even if the first 
evening had been a bit overwhelming. She could still feel the exact spot on 
her hand where Ronnie's handsome little cock had touched her. She mustn't 
let herself get so excited over such trivial incidents, she decided. In a 
place like this it was bound to happen again and again. She went to the 
mirror and quickly renewed her make-up and hairdo, then went off to find 
Major Beadle. She was excited about that, too. What a handsome man he was, 
and so well bred! Of course sex and marriage were out of the question for a 
woman her age, but it wouldn't hurt to look and admire. 

"Come in, come in!" the Major boomed jovially when she knocked. Hilda found 
him sitting in a big easy chair before the fireplace in his spacious 
bedroom. He was sipping a whiskey and smoking a cigar, but he put them aside 
and bounced to his feet when she came in. "Well, well, how'd it go? Any 
trouble?" 

"Oh, no," Hilda said. "No trouble at all. They're sweet boys." 

You wouldn't think that if you had to teach them math, the Major thought 
wryly to himself. "Well, then, let's have our tour. It's a little late, I 
know, but I won't have time for it in the morning, and you'll need to know 
your way around." 

They started with the ground floor, and the Major showed her the cafeteria, 
library, and gymnasium. On the second floor were the classrooms, and on the 
third and top floor were the dormitory and the bedrooms for the staff. 

"I doubt anyone's gone to sleep yet," said the Major. "I'll just take you 
around and introduce you." 

They went from door to door, and Hilda met Ralph Webster, a rather shy 
fortyish man, tall and thin and bespectacled, who taught the boys history 
and English; Luther Braun, a middle-aged German, short and stout, with a 
bristling black mustache, who taught foreign languages and science; the 
Major himself taught math and physical education. "That's our teaching 
staff," he said, "and now I'll introduce you to our cook and housekeeper, 
Mavis Brown." 

Hilda expected to meet an older, motherly type, so she was totally 
unprepared for Mavis. The Major's knock was greeted with, "Come on in, 
honey," rendered in a rather husky feminine voice. 

The Major grinned at Hilda. "Mavis never stands on formalities," he said. 
"She greets everyone that way." 

They entered, and Hilda couldn't help gawking. Mavis was a tall, heavily 
made up, peroxide blonde in her late twenties who was, to use a crude but 
vivid vernacular expression, built like a brick shithouse. She had large 
pointy breasts, wide curving voluptuous hips, and a way of standing, with 
hands on hips, which suggested sensuous invitation. She was dressed in a 
black lace negligee, sheer enough to indicate that she wore nothing 
underneath. She was certainly not Hilda's idea of a housekeeper. But she was 
definitely Major Beadle's idea of a housekeeper. He had chosen her for 
obvious reasons and had been well satisfied with her, but after three years 
she was no longer a novelty to him, and that was why he had hired Hilda. 

"Good evening, Mavis, my dear," he said. "I'd like you to meet our new 
housemother, Miss Hilda Green. Hilda, this is Miss Mavis Brown." 

"Hlya, honey," said Mavis, holding out her hand. 

Hilda shook hands with her, wondering desperately what to say to this woman. 
Mavis was not the type of woman she generally associated with. Finally she 
blurted, "What a lovely negligee!" 

Mavis beamed. "Oh, you like it? A boy friend give it to me. I think it's 
kinda pretty. The Major likes it, too, don't ya, honey?" 

Behind Hilda's back, Major Beadle smothered a guffaw and signaled Mavis to 
cool it. Mavis grinned and popped her chewing gum, but she understood. Her 
boss didn't want to be kidded in front of the new dame. Mavis looked Hilda 
over, decided she was a prude and wouldn't be much fun to have around, but 
went on smiling. Mavis was always pleasant, always a good sport. "Well, 
listen," she said to Hilda, "I hope you like it here." 

"Oh, I'm sure I will, thank you," said Hilda, equally pleasant and polite, 
although she had already decided that Mavis was not a nice woman and not fit 
for her to associate with. She wondered how Major Beadle, a thorough 
gentleman, had ever chosen such a woman to work at his school. Mavis must be 
an awfully good cook. 

They left Mavis's room, and the Major walked Hilda back to her own room. "I 
have the feeling you're not used to working with the opposite sex," he said. 
"Am I right?" 

"Yes," Hilda said. "At the store where I clerked, we had no male employees." 

"Well, you'll have Mavis for company," he said, "but I'm afraid she's the 
only other woman. Hope you don't mind." 

"Of course not," said Hilda. 

"But what about dates?" teased the Major. "Surely you have some boy 
friends." 

"Oh, Major!" blushed Hilda. "At my age?" 

He laughed and said good night. Clearly the poor old girl had had very 
little experience with men, and that was all to his advantage. He 
wondered-by some miracle, was she a virgin? No, impossible. She must have 
slipped up sometime, even her. Well, he would soon find out. Chuckling to 
himself, Major Beadle returned to his whiskey and cigar. 

Hilda prepared for bed but found that she wasn't sleepy. The evening had 
excited her too much. She decided to take a quiet stroll through the 
dormitory to see if the boys were asleep. 

The big room was very dark, and Hilda had to stand in the doorway for a 
moment until her eyes adjusted and she could make out the shadowy outlines 
of the thirty cots, fifteen to a side. She walked very softly down the aisle 
and was pleased to find that all the boys were sleeping quietly. Having no 
experience as a housemother, she was unaware of the real situation: the boys 
always assigned a lookout, someone near the door, who alerted them when the 
housemother was coming, so that everyone could pretend to be asleep. As soon 
as she left, they would go back to whatever they were doing-some of them 
reading Playboy and other books and magazines even less suitable for 
children; some of them conducting a variety of card games by flashlight and 
candlelight; some of them simply shooting the bull, especially about their 
favorite topic, sex; some of them, stimulated by this conversation, 
blissfully jacking off under the covers; and some of them actually sleeping, 
though not very many. Only the real squares were asleep before eleven. 

Unfortunately, no one had expected the new housemother to patrol the room so 
soon, and the lookout was unable to warn four of the boys who had decided to 
take a chance and leave the room. Hilda quickly discovered the empty beds: 
where could the boys have gone? She debated, wondering if she should wake 
somebody and ask; but she decided that there was nowhere for them to go, not 
in their pajamas, except the lavatory. Dismissing the subject, she retraced 
her steps and left the dorm. She walked to the end of the hall, to the boys' 
lavatory, and listened at the door. She could hear nothing, but that didn't 
prove anything-perhaps they were being quiet in order not to waken the 
others. Shrugging, she walked back toward her own room, then stopped still 
outside Mavis's door. 

She heard voices, young male voices. The missing boys! But what on earth 
were they doing in Mavis's room at this time of night? Sensing danger, and 
overcome with curiosity, Hilda knelt and peered through the keyhole. She 
could see everyone, and she could hear them, too. 

"Nuts," Mavis was saying. "It ain't worth my while for fifty cents a throw. 
I told ya, a dollar apiece. It ain't like you guys was poor or something." 
She was sitting on the edge of her bed, smoking a cigarette, still wearing 
the black lace negligee. The large red nipples of her big firm tits peeped 
through the lace. 

Four boys stood facing her, the oldest no more than sixteen. The youngest 
was Ronnie, the handsome thirteen-year-old whom Hilda had helped with his 
pajamas. "Aw, come on, Mavis!" cried a blond boy, probably the oldest of the 
four. "Be a sport! We don't get our allowances for another week, and we're 
really strapped. Can't we owe you?" 

Mavis laughed in a friendly but knowing way. "Honey, don't try to con me! I 
been here three years, I know the score! None of you little farts ever pay 
your debts. So take your choice-spend it on me, or spend it on gum. And make 
up your minds, it's late." 

The boys went into a huddle and whispered earnestly to each other. Then they 
broke up, and the blond boy said, grinning, "Okay, Mavis, you win! We're so 
horny, we can't hold out. And it's the first time for Ronnie here-we don't 
wanta miss that." 

"Well, now you're talkin'," said Mavis, crushing out her cigarette and 
standing up. "Let's have the money." 

The boys fished in pajama pockets and came up with an assortment of change 
and bills which Mavis took and stuffed in her purse. Then she faced them 
with a lewd grin and began unbuttoning the front of her negligee. "Well," 
she said and laughed, "who's first?" 

Nobody answered. They were all pop-eyed, focusing on her chest, their mouths 
hanging open. Mavis laughed and went on undressing. When all the buttons 
were undone, she pulled the negligee back from her shoulders and let it 
float slowly to the floor. Then she stood naked except for a tiny pair of 
black bikini panties. There was an audible gasp from the boys. 

Hilda almost gasped, too, as she knelt and stared through the keyhole. 
Mavis's breasts were enormous, melon-like, but perfectly firm, sticking 
straight out as if in mockery and challenge. The nipples were large, too, 
and bright red. With her great stature, white-blonde hair, and enormous 
jugs, Mavis was the incarnation of adolescent male masturbatory fantasy. 
Under loose pajama bottoms, four little cocks grew suddenly stiff and ready. 

"Take off your panties, Mavis," said the blond boy, his voice cracking. 

Mavis grinned and slipped her red-nailed fingers under the waistband of her 
panties, drawing them down very slowly, as if to tantalize and tease. Four 
pairs of bulging eyes followed her movement. As she stepped out of the 
panties and straightened up, revealing a large dark patch of mons fur, the 
boys sighed loudly. 

"Jeez," breathed Ronnie, "so that's what it looks like?" 

Hilda was so stunned and shocked, she feared she was going to faint. The 
lewdness of it! It was unbelievable that such a thing could happen in a 
school! Of course, it was all the fault of that immoral woman. Obviously she 
had lured the boys into this filthy practice. And to add insult to injury, 
she charged them money to watch her strip. It was disgusting. When Hilda 
started breathing again, when her heart stopped pounding, she had an impulse 
to burst into the room and put a stop to Mavis's evil performance. Then she 
thought better of it. She suspected that she would be powerless against a 
woman like Mavis, and she also decided that it was not her business to take 
action. That was up to Major Beadle, the headmaster. Hilda had no doubt that 
when he learned about it, he would fire Mavis instantly, but should she 
alert him now? It was late, probably he was sleeping. Hilda decided not to 
bother him, but to tell him about it the next day. Meanwhile, it was her 
duty to go on spying so that she could report everything that happened. It 
was distasteful for her to watch, but when she made her report to Major 
Beadle she wanted to have all the facts. 

Meanwhile Mavis stood grinning at the gawking boys. As an afterthought, she 
took out her chewing gum and dropped it in the ash tray. "Okay, let's move," 
she said. "I ain't got all night. Who's first?" 

The boys shook themselves, looked at each other, and seemed incapable of 
speech. At last the blond youth said, "Well, I don't mind. Unless somebody 
else wants to be first." 

"Naw, Ted," said one of the others. "You're the oldest, you go ahead." 

When no one else spoke up, Ted grinned and slipped out of his pajamas. 
Through the keyhole, Hilda gawked at his erect penis. She sensed that it was 
not full grown yet, but certainly it was bigger than Ronnie's-she flushed 
and grew hot all over as she remembered how that floppy little prick had 
brushed her hand. Ted's half-grown cock was about five inches long, skinny, 
pale white, and very, very stiff, almost as if bursting its tender 
blue-veined skin. Underneath, his pink balls, covered with light golden 
down, were swollen, too. With his prick pointing proudly at the ceiling, he 
approached Mavis. 

"Could we do it doggy style?" he asked timidly. 

Mavis chuckled. "Jeez, you little bastards learn fast! Sure, why not? You 
paid your money." 

She strolled nonchalantly to the bed and leaned over it, resting her elbows, 
her feet planted firmly on the carpet and her long legs held slightly apart. 
From her spying post at the keyhole, Hilda had her first view of another 
woman's genitals. Mavis's pussy slit was bright red, the same flaming color 
as her nipples, and fringed with dark silky hair. Her clit was quite large, 
protruding plumply from the furry lips of her mons. The mouth of her cunt, 
dark and gaping, seemed quite large, and it glistened with opaque white 
droplets. The dark brown pucker of her anus loomed large, too. Mavis was a 
big woman in every respect. 

"Okay, kid," she said to the hesitant boy, "pop it in. Let's go. I gotta get 
up at six-thirty." 

With a shiver of excitement, Ted hurried over to the stooping blonde, seized 
his stiff little cock with trembling hands, and eased it into the wide 
dripping mouth of her waiting cunt. 

"Ahhhhh!" sighed the boy. "Man, it's hot!" 

"So use it," laughed Mavis. "Go! Let's have some action." 

Ted began to work his hips furiously, and his stiff busy prick made loud, 
lewd squishing noises in Mavis's big vagina. The other boys, giggling and 
nudging each other, moved in for a better view of the action, their own 
small pricks standing stiff and straight. 

Hilda's mouth hung open, and her heart seemed to have stopped beating. She 
could not believe what was happening. In her naivete, she had assumed that 
the boys had come to Mavis's room and paid their money only to watch Mavis 
take off her clothes. She had never imagined that things would go this far. 
Nor could she believe that she, Hilda Green, a decent and moral woman, was 
actually watching other people fuck. It all seemed unreal. She knew she 
shouldn't be watching, and yet she couldn't pull herself away. She gawked, 
licked her lips, and felt a strange itching, an inexplicable warmth, between 
her legs. Oh, my God, when the Major heard about this! She imagined his 
shock and outrage.... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

A few moments earlier, Major Beadle, tossing in his bed next door to Mavis's 
room, had been cursing under his breath. Damn it all, couldn't Mavis do 
anything quietly? He was used to her entertaining the boys in her room after 
lights-out, he could care less, but he wished the walls weren't so thin or 
that Mavis weren't so loud. He wanted to sleep. But that was impossible with 
Mavis fucking a gang of kids, and, furthermore, the unmistakable sounds were 
getting to him, making him horny. He heard everything that was said, and now 
he could hear the loud sucking and squishing noises of swift-moving cock in 
juicy cunt. It was too much. The Major sighed and got out of bed. If he 
couldn't sleep, at least he could pass the time by getting an eyeful of 
Mavis's cunt action. 

Major Beadle walked into the closet, separated the clothes, and opened a 
small panel in the wall. It was a special peephole he'd designed and 
installed himself. On his side of the wall it was a one-way viewing glass, 
and on Mavis's side it was an innocuous painting of a sailboat. There had 
been other housekeepers before Mavis, all of them possessing similar 
qualities and talents, and the Major had enjoyed watching them all. He had 
an excellent view of the whole room. He grinned as he watched little Ted 
industriously balling the much older woman.... 

"Ohhhh, man!" yelped Ted. "I'm gonna cum!" 

"Then cum, for Christ's sake," Mavis said. 

The boy gave a yelp, delivered a few final frenzied strokes, and then 
staggered backward, his small cock popping from Mavis's cunt limp and 
dripping. A little trickle of hot boy cum oozed from her gaping vaginal 
mouth. 

"Oh, man!" sighed Ted, sitting down on the floor and wiping his forehead 
with the back of his hand. He was sweaty all over, flushed, and dreamily 
satisfied. 

"Next!" called Mavis. "Come on, snap it up!" 

A dark skinny boy glanced at the others, then stepped toward Mavis, 
grinning. He seized her big white buttocks and rammed his belly against her, 
trying to plunge his cock into the big dark hole. In spite of his eagerness, 
however, he could not get on target. 

"Your aim's lousy, kid," said Mavis, reaching around, seizing his stiff 
little prick, and popping it into her cunt. 'There you go, you're in. Now 
give it to me." 

The boy moaned and began to work his small penis in and out of her mushy 
tunnel, but the little organ was too short and kept slipping out. The boy 
whined in frustration. Mavis sighed and stood up. 

"You got some growing to do, Sam," she told him kindly. "We better try it 
this way." 

She plopped heavily onto the bed, lying on her back and opening her legs 
very wide. Her enormous tits, rosy and flushed now with the bright red 
nipples standing straight and stiff, lolled heavily on her chest. Sam sprang 
onto the bed and crawled between her legs, and when he had successfully 
snaked his stiff little tool into her, Mavis lifted her long legs and locked 
them around his ass. 

"That oughta keep ya in place," she chuckled. 

"Gee, thanks, Mavis," sighed Sam. "You're a pal." 

He was so small compared to his partner that his dark head came only to her 
breasts, but he did not seem awed by the discrepancy. He began to fuck Mavis 
industriously. From her spying place at the keyhole, Hilda gawked in horror. 
She could not believe the depravity of this woman. So many unspeakable 
things were happening, she could hardly keep count of them all for the 
report she intended to make to the Major. There was nudity, promiscuity, 
seduction of minors, fornication-somehow the technical terms did not seem 
adequate to describe the scene. And certainly no words could describe 
Hilda's feelings. She was simultaneously shocked, outraged, horrified, a 
little sickened-and yet hideously fascinated, hardly even willing to blink 
for fear she would miss something. And in her crotch the strange hot itching 
continued. Absently, forgetting decorum, she reached up under her dress and 
stroked herself, seeking to ease the odd sensation.... 

At his spying place in the closet, Major Beadle was stroking himself, too. 
Without taking his eyes from the viewing panel, he had eased his hand down 
inside his pajamas, curled his fingers around his steadily stiffening prick, 
and begun to pump it slowly, languorously. He felt the urge to storm into 
Mavis's room and throw the little bastards out, so he could take their place 
in her steamy slick cunt, but he decided against it. He didn't want to give 
away his secret pleasure. No one, not even Mavis, knew about the spy hole, 
and if the secret got out, no doubt his fun would be spoiled. It was better 
to let Mavis and the boys go on thinking that no one was on to their late 
night orgies. Still, the Major couldn't help envying Sam with all his heart 
as he watched the young boy feverishly balling Mavis with all the dignity 
and fervor of a Chihuahua humping a Great Dane. The Major grinned. His boys 
learned fast, and they were getting a kind of education that no other school 
offered. That was fine with Major Beadle: he considered this particular 
subject far more important for the boys than math or composition. With a 
sigh, half of envy and half of pleasure, he took a firmer grip on his cock 
and began to pump it faster.... 

"Ohhhhh!" Sam gave a howl of delight and shot his cum into Mavis's big 
flooded cunt, then rolled off her, panting and red-faced and utterly happy. 
She gave him a friendly slap on the ass and pushed him off the bed to make 
room for her next partner. This was a red-haired, freckled boy named Marvin, 
about fourteen years old, who had been waiting impatiently, fingering his 
stiff little penis, while he watched his buddy in action. Marvin hopped onto 
the bed and started to kneel between Mavis's long shapely legs, but she 
mischievously gave him a push, and he fell on his back. Before he could 
move, Mavis straddled him and plunged her cum-dripping, fur-fringed cunt 
down on his straight-standing little prick. 

"You take it easy and let me do the work, kiddo," she said and laughed. "I 
need the exercise!" 

Marvin squealed happily while the much larger woman worked over him, working 
her big tSips rapidly, her enormous tits flopping and flapping. The small 
boy could not resist reaching up and touching the huge jugs as they bounced 
above him, but soon his attention was held entirely by the hot squishy 
action of Mavis's cunt around his achingly stiff little cock. He would 
willingly have gone on for hours, but Mavis was getting a little bored with 
it all and was determined to bring him off quickly. These kids could be a 
gas, she admitted, but they were no substitute for man-sized cock meat; the 
longer she kept fucking those tiny pricks, the more frustrated she got. She 
had learned a few tricks over the years, one of which could help her now. 
Using powerful muscles, she clenched her vagina very tight around Marvin's 
immature penis, squeezing and milking it. Marvin gave a gasp and came 
helplessly, triggered by the delicious friction. 

"Whooooeeee!" he shouted. 

Mavis grinned, rumpled his hair, and climbed off him. One more to go, then 
she could get some sleep. If she wasn't so horny all the time, she'd give up 
this kind of thing or raise her prices. But cooped up in the school, with no 
young studs around, she found it hard to resist the kids when they came to 
her room begging to get laid. The money came in handy, but she hadn't the 
heart to charge more-and if she had, the boys might not come around any 
more. A pint-size cock was better than none at all. 

"Okay, kid," she said, grinning at Ronnie. "Your turn. You've never done it 
before, huh?" 

"Right," said Ronnie nervously. When the other boys had invited him to come 
along to Mavis's room and, as they put it, lose his cherry, he'd been very 
eager and excited. All the kids in school knew what went on in her room at 
night, even though not all of them had been there, some staying away out of 
shyness, others for lack of money. Ronnie was the youngest boy in school, 
just turned thirteen, and too timid to approach Mavis alone. Just the same, 
he'd kept a dollar ready at all times in case some of the other boys asked 
him to come along, and tonight it had happened. Ronnie had only the vaguest 
notion of what this "fucking" business was all about, but the older boys had 
talked it up so much, he just had to try it. When they had watched Mavis 
undress-the first time he'd seen a naked woman-and while he'd observed the 
others balling her, he'd been tremendously excited, and his tiny cock had 
swelled up stiff and aching. Now that it was his turn, however, he was 
scared. And to his dismay-and Mavis's-his small prick withered and went 
limp. 

"Aw, shit!" cried Ronnie. He was embarrassed, and, worse, he knew from 
watching the others that you couldn't fuck unless your peter was hard. 

"You said it," remarked Mavis wearily. "Well, kid, that's the breaks, 
happens to everybody sooner or later. In your case, sooner. I'll give you 
your money back, and you can try again some other night." 

Ronnie blushed right down to his toes, feeling humiliated and ashamed. All 
the other guys had done it to her-why not him? He didn't want to be treated 
like a baby. He was determined to have his turn with Mavis, to prove that he 
was as good as anybody else. "No!" he said stubbornly. "Keep the money. I 
want my turn." 

Mavis sighed. "Sure you do, buster, but you can't make it with a limp tool. 
No way. Come back some other time and try again." 

"You can give him a hard-on, Mavis," said Ted, not wanting to miss Ronnie's 
initiation. "Go ahead, it won't take long." 

"Uh-uh," said Mavis. "It's late." 

"Please!" piped Ronnie. He had no idea how Mavis could make his peter hard, 
but he was willing to try. "Just half a minute, Mavis!" 

Mavis studied the boy's face and sighed again. She understood how important 
it was to him not to fail in front of his friends. She chuckled: men were 
all alike, no matter what age they were, life's biggest humiliation, to 
them, was a cock that refused to stand. And, damn it, she was soft-hearted, 
too fucking soft-hearted. She could never stand to see the kids cry, and she 
knew this little guy was about to burst into tears if he didn't get what he 
came for. 

"Okay, fella," she said gently, "we'll give it a go, but only half a minute, 
like you said. I need my sleep." 

"Sure, Mavis!" cried Ronnie. "Thanks a lot! 

What do I do?" 

"You don't do anything," she said and laughed. "Just stand there." 

She walked over to Ronnie, knelt in front of him, and pulled down his pajama 
bottoms. She took his limp little dick in her hands-shit, it was about the 
smallest one she'd ever seen, and she doubted that erection would improve 
matters. With a sigh, she petted it, pumped it, tweaked it, and then, 
getting no results, not even a twitch, she bent her head, brought the tiny 
wrinkled tip of his cock to her lips, and wriggled her hot wet tongue under 
the loose foreskin, swishing it around the silky flesh of his cheese-coated 
glans. 

"Ohhhh, jeez!" wailed Ronnie, falling forward and bracing himself by holding 
onto her shoulders. The sensation of her swift slick tongue cleansing the 
raw flesh of his little nut was incredibly thrilling, like nothing he'd ever 
felt before. There was an insistent tingling in his balls, and they began to 
swell up. Then, as Mavis licked and tongued the sensitive head of his cock 
faster and faster, he groaned loudly and felt his small penis stiffen and 
grow. 

"See," he gasped proudly, "it didn't even take a minute!" 

Mavis chuckled and lay back on the carpet, spreading her legs. "Right, kid," 
she said and grinned. "Now, pile on and get your dollar's worth." 

Ronnie leaped to obey, landing on her plump belly with a resounding smack, 
jamming his hips frantically against her, blindly seeking to insert his 
cock. By a lucky stroke, it popped inside, and he gasped and moaned as, for 
the first time, his penis was enveloped by the hot, sticky, clinging flesh 
of a woman's cunt.... 

In the closet, Major Beadle stifled a moan of excitement. It never failed to 
thrill him when he watched one of the boys getting fucked for the first 
time. He imagined himself in Ronnie's place and tried to recapture the 
sensations of long ago, the first time he had ever slipped his old cock to a 
girl. God, it had been almost forty years ago. Briefly, while vigorously 
pumping his cock and watching the action, Major Beadle relived that moment. 

He'd been fourteen years old, visiting his uncle, also an Army career man. 
One day while the uncle was out, his wife, a voluptuous brunette in her 
forties, approached young Calvin Beadle while he was reading in his room. He 
remembered how strange she had looked, how feverish: her handsome face was 
flushed, her large breasts swelling under her dress, her dark eyes 
glimmering as she walked toward him. She knelt by his chair and, to his 
astonishment, put her hand in his lap, squarely on his fly. 

"Let me see your cock, Calvin," she cooed. "Does my sweet little nephew have 
a nice cock?" 

Overwhelmed, young Calvin only gawked at the lovely older woman while she 
unzipped his pants, tenderly lifted out his half-grown penis, and bent to 
kiss it. In a matter of seconds it was stiff as a poker, and in less than a 
minute his aunt had led him to the bed and they were balling happily. When 
it was over, there were tears in her eyes. "Oh, thank you, darling," she 
said and sighed, "it was lovely! Your uncle's not up to it any more, and I 
miss it so much!" 

Now the middle-aged Calvin Beadle, standing in his closet and joyfully 
pumping his stiff penis, sighed as he recalled that long-ago scene. Good old 
Aunt Dora! She'd fucked him five times a day after that, and whenever he 
came back for a visit he was sure of getting expertly laid. He hoped this 
kid Ronnie was enjoying his first fuck as much as he, Major Beadle, had 
enjoyed slipping his dick to Aunt Dora. Matter of fact, Mavis reminded him a 
little of Dora. Major Beadle groaned softly, blissfully, as he pumped his 
old gnarled prick to a shivering climax, his hot sticky cum splattering on 
the closet wall. 

Hilda could watch no longer. Jumping up from the keyhole, she ran to her 
room, locked the door, and threw herself on the bed, trembling and half 
faint. The spectacle of that blowsy tramp robbing a young boy of his 
innocence had been too much for her. How could Mavis live with herself after 
such a vile thing? Obviously she had no conscience, no sense of sin. Far 
from acting guilty, she'd appeared to be enjoying herself immensely. Hilda 
shuddered. She hadn't dreamed that such depravity could exist. 

And something else was bothering her, too. In spite of her horror and 
disgust with the scene she had just witnessed, it was all too clear, too 
clear to deny, that she had become powerfully aroused by it. She was 
horrified and shamed to acknowledge it, but she could hardly ignore the fact 
that the crotch of her panties was soaked with cunt juice, that her clit 
throbbed and ached with lust, and that her whole body tingled with desire. 
Perversely, shamefully, she found herself envying Mavis. It just wasn't 
fair! She, Hilda Green, a hard-working, respectable, deserving woman, had 
been fucked only once in her whole life-while that lewd, immoral tramp was 
getting dicked four times in one night. And all those pretty little boyish 
pricks! Hilda writhed with jealousy and horniness. So pure and pink and 
tempting, those little fun fingers of fuck flesh-they should not be wasted 
on a filthy slut like Mavis. She didn't deserve them. Even while she 
realized that her thoughts were outrageous, insane, Hilda imagined doing 
what Mavis had done to Ronnie, taking his sweet little prick in her hand, 
licking and tasting it with her eager tongue. 

Hilda moaned and writhed on her bed. She hated Mavis, she'd report her in 
the morning and rejoice when she was fired. Hilda also hated herself; she 
knew she was in a hopeless frenzy of horniness, that she would be unable to 
sleep until she got some relief. No point in putting it off, then. She 
needed to be fresh for her new job tomorrow, she could not afford a 
sleepless night. With a sob, half of humiliation and half of wild joy, she 
jammed three stiff fingers into her dripping, begging cunt.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Hilda's alarm woke her at seven the next morning, and for half an hour she 
had no time to think about anything except getting the boys out of bed, 
dressed, and on their way to breakfast. Few of them were eager to wake up 
and face another day of classes, but at last the pangs of hunger, combined 
with Hilda's friendly coaxing, got them on their way. Hilda realized how 
much noise thirty adolescent boys could make only when they had left, 
leaving the dorm as eerily quiet as a deserted cave. 

For the rest of the day Hilda's duties were to be available in case any of 
the boys needed help or advice, and to assist Mavis with the cleaning. After 
what Hilda had witnessed through the keyhole the night before, she was not 
anxious to spend much time with the blowsy blonde cook, and she was relieved 
when Mavis, in a very business-like manner, suggested that Hilda be 
responsible for cleaning the dormitory floor and leave the rest to her. 
Hilda vacuumed, scrubbed, and washed windows, waiting for classes to let out 
so she could make her report to Major Beadle. At last it was three-thirty, 
and she went downstairs to his office to tell him of the horrible scene she 
had witnessed between depraved Mavis and the four innocent boys. 

Major Beadle was jovial as usual (Hilda had never seen him in the classroom, 
where he was a tyrant). Seated behind his big oak desk smoking a cigar, he 
motioned her to sit down, then boomed heartily, "Well, how was your first 
day as our housemother, Miss Green? No problems, I hope?" 

"Yes, Major, I'm afraid there was a problem," said Hilda, blushing deeply. 
Now that the time had come, she felt very embarrassed and most reluctant to 
describe what she'd seen. It was not the sort of thing a decent woman talked 
about, certainly not in front of a man. Nevertheless, it was her duty to 
try. 

Meanwhile the Major studied her, wondering what in hell was making the old 
girl so up-tight. Clearly she was nervous and distressed by something and 
was finding it difficult to speak. That meant that whatever it was, the 
"problem" was something which embarrassed her. What could have happened? 
Quickly the Major reviewed the possibilities: couldn't be anything worse, he 
decided, than catching one of the boys jacking off, or maybe finding some of 
their girlie magazines when she was cleaning the dorm. He gave her an 
encouraging smile. "Well, then, tell me about it, Miss Green. No need to 
feel hesitant. This is my job." 

His reassurance helped, and Hilda was at least able to begin her report. 
"Very well, sir," she said, continuing to blush. "I can hardly believe what 
I witnessed, but nevertheless it happened. It was last night, I just 
happened to come across it by accident. You have a depraved person in your 
school, Major Beadle, someone who should not be allowed near young, 
impressionable boys. I refer to Miss Mavis Brown." 

Oh-oh, thought the Major. He tried not to let his expression reveal 
anything, however, and he said calmly, "Yes? Go on." 

"Well-" Hilda was blushing even deeper now, and beginning to tremble. "I'd 
been checking on the boys after lights-out, and as I was returning down the 
hall to my room, I heard boyish voices. Four beds in the dorm had been 
empty, so naturally I wanted to investigate. I looked through the keyhole of 
Miss Brown's room, and-" She broke off, searching fruitlessly for delicate 
words to describe the extremely indelicate things she'd seen. 

Meanwhile the Major was struggling to keep his face impassive. He knew now 
what she was going to say. Damn it all! Nosy old bitch! Why hadn't she 
minded her own business? Now that she had the goods on Mavis, she could 
wreck the school if she wanted to. What could he do? He decided, for the 
moment, to buy time, let her go on talking, while he thought it out. 

"Please don't be shy about it, Miss Green," he said. "There's no need to 
hide anything from me. Just go ahead and tell me what you saw." 

Hilda swallowed hard and continued as best she could. She was hideously 
embarrassed to be saying such things in front of a man. "Well, I looked 
through the keyhole, and I saw Mavis-Miss Brown-engaging in indecent 
activities with four of the boys. Their names were Ted, Sam, Marvin, and 
Ronnie, but actually I don't think it was their fault. That woman, Miss 
Brown, solicited money from them, four dollars, to watch her undress and 
then to-uh, well, to engage in fornication with her. Mere boys, Major! The 
woman is a fiend! She ought to be dismissed at once! After what I've told 
you, I'm sure you'll agree. She exercises a grossly immoral influence in 
your school, corrupting the innocent minds and bodies of the pure boys." 

Damn! The Major was furious. He didn't want to fire Mavis, yet obviously 
that was the price of Miss Green's silence. Mavis was not only a great pal 
to the boys, she also did her work very well. He'd had plenty of 
well-stacked cooks who enjoyed sex, but Mavis was the only one whb could 
actually cook. It would be hard, probably impossible, to replace her with 
anyone half as good. Yet if he didn't get rid of her, if he refused to 
appease Miss Green, then she would go to the authorities with her story, and 
Hillcrest Academy would be ruined. Worse, he, Major Beadle, would be ruined. 
What to do? Suddenly a wicked plan popped into his mind. He wanted to leer, 
but he managed to look grave and concerned. 

"Well, well, Miss Green," he rumbled; "this is very serious indeed. 
Certainly I shall have to act at once. We can't let the image of the school 
be tarnished by such activities, and of course, as you point out, it is a 
corrupting influence on the boys. However, we must take into account the 
fact that Miss Brown belongs to the union, and if I fire her, they'll demand 
a very detailed and exact report of the reasons. In short, you're going to 
have to be more specific. You were the only witness, it's your word against 
hers, and so you will have to be very clear about your charges. Here-" He 
reached into a desk drawer and pretended to flip a switch, "I'll turn on my 
tape recorder, and you tell the whole story, from the beginning, leaving out 
nothing." 

"Oh, dear," stammered Hilda, "I'm not sure I can! That is-Oh, Major, it's so 
embarrassing! It's hardly something I can talk about in detail!" 

"But, my dear lady," protested the Major, "it's the only way we're going to 
satisfy the union. You'll simply have to do it, if you want Miss Brown 
dismissed. Tell you what, I'll fix us both a drink. I could use one, and I'm 
sure it'll make you more relaxed. And while I'm doing it, you just go ahead 
and tell the story as best you can. 

"Very well, sir," said Hilda miserably. Although she rarely touched liquor, 
she agreed with the Major that it might help in this instance. She accepted 
a double Scotch and soda, indifferent to what she was swallowing, and very 
slowly, painfully, began to tell what she had seen the night before. It 
helped that the Major seemed to listen so attentively and seriously. 

But a very strange thing began to happen. As the liquor took effect, and as 
Hilda began to describe the perverse sexual scene she had witnessed, she 
found herself becoming powerfully aroused. To her horror, she felt her 
vagina growing hot and juicy, felt an insistent demand between her legs 
which testified undeniably that she was getting hornier and hornier. She 
hated herself for this, and she prayed that the Major wouldn't notice. 

But of course he did. This was just what he had planned. He'd gambled on the 
chance that she wasn't used to drinking and couldn't hold her liquor, on the 
chance that talking about fucking would make her horny, and he had won. An 
experienced man, he could recognize the signs, the mottled flush spreading 
over her face and neck, the widening of her pupils, the way her big breasts 
were swelling and stiffening beneath her prim white blouse, and the 
increasing confusion of her speech. While struggling to keep a straight 
face, he inwardly congratulated himself and prepared for the next step in 
his plan. 

For her part, Hilda was getting rapidly drunk, for the first time in her 
life, and with her sobriety went her inhibitions. She no longer bothered to 
avert her eyes from the Major as she talked, and she unashamedly admired his 
broad muscular shoulders, his strong arms and hands, wondering what he 
looked like undressed. That made her even lustier. "And so then," she 
babbled, hardly hearing her own voice any longer, "the second boy, Sam, 
undressed and approached her. She was still leaning over the bed-" 

"My goodness," interrupted the Major, who was getting a bit of a buzz on 
himself and growing impatient to have some fun, "how awful! Let me be sure I 
understand this correctly, Miss Green. You say she was leaning over the bed, 
but I'm not quite clear just how you mean. Perhaps you could demonstrate. 
Let's pretend my desk is the bed, and you show me just how she was 
positioned." 

"Oh, of course," said Hilda, getting unsteadily to her feet. Such a nice 
man, the Major, so cooperative! She walked around to the side of the desk, 
placed her elbows on it, and spread her legs slightly, so that her ample and 
shapely ass stuck out. "It was like this," she said. 

"I see. Don't move, I want to check something," replied the Major. He got up 
and came around behind her. The way she was bending over put quite a strain 
on her skirt, and he could see the outline of her panties and the cleavage 
of her buttocks through the thin cloth. When he thought of what he was going 
to do next, his cock twitched, grew, and stiffened, and he almost chuckled. 
"Umm-hmm," he muttered, "I see. Well, we have to anticipate all 
contradictions, Miss Green, and I see one right here. Mavis-uh, Miss 
Brown-is about your height, but if she was standing just like this, why, 
then, her, ah, buttocks would be raised too high for a small boy to, 
ah-well, you see what I mean?" 

Hilda, intent on cooperating, instantly understood. "Oh, yes! I understand! 
And yet, I know she was in this position, or something like it." 

"Oh, I don't doubt your word, dear lady, not for a second!" the Major 
assured her. Naturally he didn't, since he'd witnessed the scene himself, 
and he had to admit that Hilda's account had been perfectly accurate. 
"Perhaps she was standing just a bit more like this," he went on, placing 
his hands on Hilda's ass and gently pushing it downward a few inches. "That 
would do the job," he said, not removing his hands. "What do you think?" 

What Hilda thought could hardly be put into words. The hotness of his hands 
on her ass was making her violently horny. "Oh, ah, uh," she stammered, "I 
think you're right, Major." 

"Or perhaps like this?" Gripping her ass more firmly, he began to maneuver 
it around, at the same time easing his thumbs between her legs and gently 
but persistently palpitating the plump sensitive flesh of her labia. To his 
delight, he could feel intense heat and moisture-the old girl was aroused, 
all right! He rubbed his thumbs teasingly over her anus. 

"Ohhhhh," moaned Hilda, unable to repress her pleasure. Her cunt boiled out 
its juices, and she felt hot liquid dribbling down her thighs. She felt she 
had never been so horny in her life. The liquor had dulled her inhibitions, 
and she could not bring herself to move or protest. It was so pleasant, what 
the Major was doing to her. Surely it wouldn't hurt to pretend innocence, to 
let him go on doing it just a moment longer. 

Major Beadle felt his thumbs moistened by her flooding cunt juices and 
permitted himself a leer behind her back. "Fine, Miss Green," he said 
soothingly, "but let's be absolutely sure about this. I want to know the 
exact position in which they were standing when they, uh, engaged in the 
act. The boy, you say, was standing behind her?" He massaged her labia 
again. 

"Yessss!" breathed Hilda. 

"Um-hmm," replied the Major, slowly lifting her skirt up to her waist. She 
was wearing plain white cotton panties, which he didn't much care for, but 
he was too aroused himself to quibble over details just then. He began to 
ease the panties down over her big smooth white buttocks, using his thumbs 
to tease the puckered brown mouth of her anus, then the bright moist pink 
flesh of her labia. He noted that the panties were thoroughly soaked with 
her juices. He insinuated a finger into the slick labial folds and began to 
stroke swiftly. Hilda shuddered and sighed. With his free hand, he rapidly 
unzipped his fly and drew out his cock, which was by now enormously swollen 
and stiff. He slipped it between her legs, allowing it to take over the 
mischievous caressing of his finger, and the long fat tool nosed into the 
pulpy hotness of her labia. "And he did something like this?" he asked. 

"Ohhhh, yesss!" gurgled Hilda. 

Her heart pounded as, for the second time in her life, a stiff penis found 
its way between her legs. All her moral principles seemed to vanish. Vaguely 
she knew that sex outside marriage was wrong, that she should not be letting 
the Major take down her panties and put his cock between her legs, that she 
should be outraged and indignant. A lady, in similar circumstances, would 
slap his face and leave. Surely she was a lady? But to all these arguments 
and reservations, her wildly creaming cunt paid no attention. Her head swam, 
and she knew that all she really wanted right now was to let the Major go on 
doing the delicious things he was doing to her. 

"And then," said the Major, hardly able to keep his voice steady, he was so 
excited, "the boy did this?" 

He seized the fat hard head of his ready cock and popped it into the gaping, 
dripping mouth of her cunt, pushing it in about an inch. He grinned as he 
felt her vaginal muscles grip it eagerly and try to suck it in farther. Poor 
old thing, she was ready, all right! And so was he! "Is this what he did, 
Miss Green?" 

"Ahhhhh!" cried Hilda. It felt incredibly good, and she wished desperately 
that he would push his prick farther into her. "Yes, Major, just like that, 
and then he-he, uh-" 

"Yes, I know, my dear," sighed the Major. "Then he did this." 

Slowly, shivering with delight, he pushed his long swollen dick meat into 
her cunt until it butted gently against the slick hot mouth of her womb. He 
was pleased to find her vagina so tight-obviously it hadn't been used much. 
It was a delicious change from Mavis's enormously stretched cock tunnel. 

"OHHHHHHH!" gasped Hilda. All inhibitions and scruples gone now, she only 
prayed that the Major would not confine himself to this brief demonstration, 
that he would go ahead and fuck her, hard and swiftly. She needed it so 
badly! Instinctively she began to work her hips and vaginal muscles, rubbing 
the aching walls of her cunt all along his wonderfully thick hard cock, 
urging him to move inside her. 

"Why, Miss Green!" exclaimed the Major in seeming surprise-though in fact, 
behind her back, he was grinning fiendishly. "I didn't mean to excite you 
so! P was only trying to set the scene as you described it, to be absolutely 
sure of what happened. However, if you'd like me to proceed...." He 
chuckled. "Matter of fact, I'm rather turned on myself! I wouldn't mind 
having a go at it. But of course it's up to you." 

Hilda gritted her teeth. It was a crucial moment for her. Everything she 
prided herself on-her modesty, dignity, morality, and purity-would have to 
be sacrificed in order to get what she so desperately needed right then, a 
good hard fuck. Could she bring herself to do such a thing, actually ask a 
man to fuck her? Her pride rebelled, but her cunt ached with need. It was 
too much for her. Years of sexual starvation caught up with her at last, she 
could not resist. 

"Ohhhh, YES!" she squealed. "Do it to me, please!" 

"Do what, dear Miss Green?" asked the Major pleasantly. It was essential to 
his plan that she use the right words. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Ohhhh, fuck me!" wailed Hilda, too horny to be modest any longer. "Please 
fuck me, Major!" 

"With pleasure, Miss Green," he replied triumphantly. And then, to his 
enormous delight as well as hers, he began to bang her furiously. He didn't 
want to be gentle, didn't want to hold back, and he sensed, correctly, that 
she wanted him to be rough also. He rammed his rockhard cock in and out of 
her narrow but receptive cunt without mercy, so hard that her body slapped 
against the desk with each thunderous stroke, so swiftly that she could 
hardly catch her breath between blows. It was wonderful, exactly what she'd 
prayed for. 

"Oh, God, yes, YES!" she wailed. "Oh, Major, it's so good, I love it! YES! 
AHHHHHH!" 

Gripping her wide hips to steady himself, the Major worked away blissfully. 
He hadn't had such a sweet, hot, tight cunt for many years. He was pleased 
to have aroused the frigid spinster to such a pitch of lust, and he grinned 
as her boiling cunt juices spattered out around the shaft of his pounding 
cock with each mighty thrust. To add to her excitement, he wriggled the tip 
of his little finger inside the tight gripping mouth of her anus and began 
to pump her there, too. Hilda wailed and shrieked with delight. 

Both of them were too excited to hold out very long. As the Major worked his 
finger expertly in her asshole, as his magnificent cock pounded and stuffed 
her, Hilda felt blinding waves of pleasure rocking her body and knew she was 
cumming. "AAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked. 

Triggered by her convulsing cunt muscles, Major Beadle bellowed his delight 
as he felt red-hot cum spurting from his cock to flood her tight vagina. The 
jetting liquid overflowed her cunt and splashed out to soak her thighs. 
Dizzy with pleasure, the Major had all he could do to keep from slumping to 
the floor as he delivered his final swift strokes. Then he fell panting and 
sweaty against her, reaching up and giving her big soft tits a friendly 
squeeze. He made a note to play with them at the next opportunity. 

"Well, my dear," he wheezed, "a bit unexpected, but nice, eh?" 

But Hilda did not reply at once. Now that her orgasm was over and her needs 
temporarily quieted, she was filled with shame and remorse. She had behaved 
like a common whore, begging this man to take her, shouting her pleasure in 
obscene language. She wondered how she could face him, how she could live 
with herself, after such behavior. Why, she was no better than that slut 
Mavis! 

"Please, Major," she said brokenly, "let me go!" 

Satisfied for the moment, he released her and drew out his long, limp, 
cum-dripping cock. He managed to wipe the triumphant smirk from his face 
before she turned around, assuming, instead, a look of gravity. 

Blushing terribly, Hilda pulled up her panties and smoothed out her skirt. 
She wished the Major wouldn't watch her so brazenly, and she was so 
humiliated after her lewd performance that she wanted to die on the spot. 
"Well," she said lamely, "I imagine I've told you all you need to know, and 
you can proceed to deal with Miss Brown on your own." 

Major Beadle sneered at her. "Deal with Miss Brown, you say? Oh, no, my 
dear, I never had any intention of doing that. We're all very fond of Mavis 
around here, very fond. I wouldn't dream of firing her. And I feel it's only 
fair to warn you, if you're tempted to push the matter, that you're no 
longer in any position to talk. You see, while we were fucking-" He motioned 
toward his top desk drawer "-my tape recorder was still on. It's all there, 
everything you did and said. I think you appreciate the situation, Miss 
Green. To put it bluntly, it's a stalemate. You have the goods on Mavis, but 
I have the goods on you." 

Hilda thought she would faint with horror. 

She'd forgotten all about the tape recorder. Dear God, everything he said 
was true! She couldn't report Mavis now, not unless she wanted the whole 
world to know of her shame, and she'd die before she let that happen. With a 
groan of despair, she ran out of the Major's office. 

Major Beadle watched her go, then grinned and rubbed his hands together in 
great glee. He'd done the job, all right. There'd be no more trouble from 
Miss Green. As a matter-of-fact, he did not own a tape recorder, but she 
need never know that. Zipping his fly, humming to himself, he poured another 
whiskey and relit his cigar. 

Hilda spent the rest of the evening in a paralysis of shock, wondering what 
she should do. For the moment it seemed wisest to stay on at Hillcrest 
Academy, for, having given up her clerking job, she had no other source of 
income. They hadn't been very happy at the store when she'd quit so 
abruptly, and at her age it would be very hard to find another job. The 
Major had said nothing about firing her. She gathered that he only wanted 
her to keep quiet about Mavis, who was evidently a great favorite of his. 
Her income was secure then, but it was so humiliating to stay on, after what 
had happened. It was bad enough to have to hold her tongue about Mavis's 
scandalous activities; it was even worse to think of facing Major Beadle 
again, after she'd given herself to him like a common tramp. But for now, 
she had no choice. 

Later that evening, after getting the boys to bed, Hilda again patrolled the 
dorm and the hall to see if everyone was where he belonged. One person was 
not. Hearing voices, and peering through the keyhole of Mavis's room, Hilda 
saw that one of the older boys, an eighteen-year-old named Henry, was lying 
on the bed with Mavis, fucking her vigorously, while Mavis responded with 
howls of delight. In fact Henry was Mavis's favorite stud, the only one who, 
in her opinion, possessed a decent sized cock, and she was always happy to 
see him. She didn't even charge him money. 

Blushing furiously and rising from the keyhole, Hilda hurried back to her 
own room, thinking, again, how unfair life was. Mavis could get laid any 
time she wanted to, and she never felt any guilt about it-while Hilda, a 
respectable and decent woman, had gone frustrated and unloved all her life, 
only to react with crushing guilt after her first fuck in twenty-five years. 
No, damn it, life wasn't fair at all! Miserably, Hilda undressed and got 
into bed, but she could not sleep. It wasn't just because of her anger and 
humiliation, it was also because she was horny again. Would that curse never 
leave her? Just the sight of Mavis making it with big-cocked young Henry had 
been enough to arouse her unbearably. Lying in the darkness, tossing and 
turning, she had irresistible visions of small pink cocks, flopping and 
dancing-how she longed to touch them, to play with them! An hour went by, 
and she realized it was no use trying to avoid it-she would have to relieve 
her sexual tension before she could sleep. With a sob of shame, she pulled 
up her nightgown and began to rub her clit, then followed her usual routine, 
thrusting three fingers into her thirsting vagina, but to her amazement, 
nothing happened. She probed, stroked, finger-fucked herself, but she could 
not cum, no matter how long and hard she tried. What was the matter with 
her? 

Writhing with frustration, Hilda mulled over her dilemma. The old way 
wouldn't work any longer, but why? Then it came to her-it was because of 
what had happened that afternoon with the Major. Once having had a taste of 
real sex, she craved a repetition; solitary masturbation could no longer 
excite her. Hilda began to cry in shame and desperation. What could she do 
now? She realized that the young doctor had been right after all, what she 
needed was a man. If she didn't find herself a husband, or at least a lover, 
she would be in an agony of horniness the rest of her life. But she was 
middle-aged, no longer attractive. How could she possibly find a man of her 
own? 

Driven beyond endurance by the nagging itch in her cunt, Hilda decided to 
cast aside her pride and seek out the Major. He'd been willing enough to 
fuck her that afternoon, and possibly he'd do it again if she flirted with 
him. She wasn't going to beg, but she was certainly going to attempt a 
seduction. She wouldn't be able to sleep unless she got some relief. Hating 
herself, but unable to resist, she put on her bathrobe and snuck into the 
hall.... 

An hour earlier, while Hilda had been patrolling the hall and spying on 
Mavis, Major Beadle was at his peephole in the closet also watching the 
action between the blonde cook and young Henry. Unlike Hilda, he wasn't 
shocked, but he'd certainly been envious. And he was a little put out with 
himself. Damn it, he'd gotten his rocks off just a few hours ago with Hilda 
Green, and now he was horny again! What a bother! He hated to go to bed with 
a stiff cock, and he also disliked masturbating-it seemed so undignified, so 
unsuited to a military officer. But what to do? Only two women in the place, 
and neither of them available. Mavis's familiar but expert cunt was already 
occupied, most happily, by the snorting, sweating young student with the 
over-sized cock, and as for Miss Green-from the look on her face when she 
rushed out of his office, the Major had to assume that she was in no mood 
for any more dalliance with him, at least not for a long time. Damn it all, 
what a nuisance! 

At last the Major decided that he had no choice but to wait until Henry left 
Mavis's room, then go and beg Mavis for some relief. He kept at the 
peephole, silently urging the young student to cum and get the hell back to 
the dorm. He writhed with impatience when the indefatigable Henry managed to 
get a second hard-on only seconds after pulling his huge prick out of 
Mavis's cum-flooded cunt. The damned kid seemed to have boundless energy. 
However, when he requested a third round, even Mavis had had enough, and 
with a laugh she sent him packing. 

Major Beadle waited till he was sure Henry had had time to get back to the 
dorm, then sprinted for Mavis's room, tapping gently on the door and 
entering even before she replied. Locking the door behind him, he leered at 
her. 

"Good evening, my dear," he said insinuatingly. "I hope you have a few 
minutes to spare for an old friend." 

Mavis, who was just stepping into her panties, eyed the bulging crotch of 
his pajamas and exclaimed disgustedly, "Oh, fer Christ's sake! Jesus, honey, 
I just got fucked raw by one of the kids, the one with all the cum and the 
really big prick. I'm bushed. Couldn't we make it tomorrow night instead?" 

The Major approached her, grinning. "My dear, with a cock stand like this, 
do you expect me to wait? I'd make a disgraceful spectacle in class 
tomorrow-hardly a decent example for our young boys." 

"Just lie down on your back, dear," sighed the Major, "and rest as much as 
you like. I'll do the work." 

Mavis took her place on the bed, and Major Beadle quickly shucked his 
pajamas and lumbered onto the bed beside her, his huge stiff cock oozing 
eager fuck juices. He crawled between her long legs and wasted no time 
getting the head of his big dick in. 

"Ahhhh!" he sighed, beginning to fuck her vigorously. "Delightful!" 

Mavis responded with equal enthusiasm, winding her legs around his ass and 
forcing his cock deeper into her cum-flooded belly. She'd forgotten what a 
great prick the old guy had, big almost as Henry's. This was what she really 
needed, not all those midgets! 

"Yeah, baby," she crooned, "go! Slam your old cock in there!" 

It was in this position that Hilda found them. 

She had already been to the Major's room, tapping softly on his door, 
waiting, tapping again. Thinking he might be asleep, she turned the knob 
quietly, opened the door, and tiptoed inside, only to find the room lit and 
the bed empty. She was horribly disappointed. Where could he be? Perhaps he 
was working late in his office. She had to find out. Leaving his room, she 
was about to make her way downstairs, when she heard fresh noises coming 
from Mavis's room. Really, didn't the woman ever sleep? Hilda listened more 
carefully, then froze. She heard Mavis's voice quite clearly-husky, 
insistent, excited, as she moaned, "Oh, yeah, honey, ball me! Hard! Yeah!" 
But then came another voice, an adult male rumbling and groaning, which 
seemed somehow very familiar. Trembling, Hilda knelt down, peered through 
the keyhole, and saw Major Beadle, naked, lying on top of Mavis, his cock 
pistoning, his hips working furiously, his ass bouncing, in the midst of an 
ecstatic fuck. 

Hilda leaped to her feet and ran down the stairs, weeping and moaning as she 
went. This was too much! Why did that slut have everything? Hilda only 
wanted the Major, but Mavis had taken him, too. It just wasn't fair! Hardly 
noticing where she went, Hilda ran out the back door of the school and into 
the garden. It was a warm moonlit night, not at all unpleasant, though Hilda 
was oblivious to it. She ran into the shelter of the trees and sat down on a 
stone bench, gasping and sobbing. Her cunt was burning with need, and there 
was nothing she could do about it. Despairingly, she reached under her 
nightgown and began to rub her swollen labia, then suddenly froze with 
horror. 

From the shadows a baritone voice said, "Good evening, Miss Green!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Hilda wanted to die. This had to be the final humiliation. Whoever it was-he 
was off to one side, she couldn't see him-he had caught her with her 
nightgown pulled up, brazenly rubbing her genitals. The bright moonlight 
came down on her through an open patch in the trees; there was no disguising 
what she was doing. She snatched her hand away and tugged down her 
nightgown, but she knew it was too late. He had seen. 

Something moved beside her, and Luther Braun, the German teacher, stepped 
into the little clearing. He was grinning wickedly, his plump little face 
wreathed with mischievous delight. "Ah, Miss Green," he leered, "sorry to 
have startled you! Clearly I should not have interrupted! There are some 
things we like to keep private, no?" 

"Ohhhh, dear!" cried Hilda, bursting into tears and covering her face with 
her hands. Never in her life had she felt so embarrassed and humiliated. 
There was no use trying to explain or excuse herself, not after what he had 
seen. 

"Now, now, Miss Green," murmured Herr Braun, sitting down beside her and 
patting her shoulder, "don't cry! I won't tell anyone what I saw! I'm a 
gentleman, I can assure you! Besides, what you were doing is not so awful. 
You are only human. We all do it, you know, when there is no other means of 
satisfying our needs. Please don't feel badly." 

He offered a huge white handkerchief, and Hilda took it and wiped her eyes. 
Really, he was a very nice little man. She hadn't expected such 
understanding and sympathy. "Oh, Herr Braun," she cried, "I feel so 
humiliated! I don't know what to say!" 

"Then say nothing," he answered, putting his chubby arm around her shoulders 
and pulling her against him in a paternal manner. "If you wish to cry, then 
cry. I understand." His voice was very soothing to Hilda. Luckily she could 
not see his face, which was full of impish glee. She wept softly against his 
shoulder, and he patted her and murmured comforting things, all the while 
thinking what a stroke of luck this was. Having caught her with her hand on 
her cunt, he was sure he could make her do whatever he wanted. 

Luther Gustav Braun had had a very deprived childhood. Growing up in 
post-War Germany, he had never had enough to eat, never had decent clothes, 
and, worst of all in his mind, had never been able to attract women. He'd 
gotten out as soon as he could, immigrating to prosperous America and 
becoming a teacher. Only then had he begun to live. He quickly ate himself 
into moderate corpulence, dressed handsomely, and otherwise indulged himself 
to make up for his years of poverty. But something had gone amiss with his 
sexual development. Now that he at last had enough status and money to 
attract women, he found that he didn't want them, at least not in the 
traditional way. His miserable adolescence had been passed in an insane 
frenzy to fuck, and now he didn't want to fuck. He still wanted women, very 
much, but not for the customary purpose. His tastes had become so unusual 
that he could satisfy them only rarely, with certain special prostitutes. 
Hilda Green was indeed a stroke of luck for him. He shivered excitedly as he 
spoke to her. 

"Now, Miss Green, really, I understand," he murmured. "We can be perfectly 
frank with each other. And perhaps I can help you." 

"Help me?" Hilda raised her head and stared at him. "What do you mean?" 

Herr Braun permitted himself a little chuckle. "Now, now, don't be modest. 
We both understand what it is that you need. You're a normal woman. 

And I'm a man. Doesn't that suggest anything to you?" 

Hilda blushed horribly. He was openly propositioning her, it was 
scandalous-and yet what could she say? She'd let herself in for it, sitting 
there frigging herself in the garden. She could hardly protest. And, she 
realized, she was still as horny as ever. Well, why not? If he was willing, 
why shouldn't she do it? It would be no worse than what she'd done with the 
Major that afternoon. Of course, Herr Braun wasn't nearly as attractive as 
Major Beadle, but he was a man, he had a cock, and a cock was what she 
desperately needed. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself-yet she knew that 
if he pressed her, she would not say no. 

"Why, Herr Braun!" she giggled. 

"Aha!" he cried gleefully. "So we agree? Good! Nobody around at this hour, 
we'll be quite safe here." And without further ado, Luther Braun unzipped 
his fly and drew out his semi-erect penis. Like the rest of him, it was 
short and fat, and it appeared pale white in the moonlight. He grinned as 
Hilda gawked down at it. He wiggled it at her. "Ah, yes, Miss Green," he 
said, "there it is, all for you. Wouldn't you like a taste?" 

"Taste?" cried Hilda. She had no idea what he was talking about. 

Luther Braun sighed. Obviously the woman was a spinster, a prude, with very 
limited experience. Perhaps she had never even fucked. Certainly she knew 
nothing about cocksucking, and if he suggested it, she'd be horrified. He'd 
have to warm her up before proceeding. Gently he said, "A little joke. 
Ignore it. Here, let's lie down, I'm dying to make love to you." 

He stood up, took off his coat, and spread it on the grass. Hilda, acutely 
embarrassed but too horny to resist, allowed him to ease her down onto the 
coat and lift her nightgown up to her waist. She waited eagerly for him to 
scramble between her legs and fuck her, but instead he did something else, 
something that utterly shocked and horrified her. Spreading her legs wide, 
he poked his balding head between her thighs and began to lick loudly and 
hungrily at her juicy vulva. 

"Herr Braun!" she shrieked. "No! That's unnatural, it's perverted! You 
mustn't!" She'd never heard of this practice before, but she sensed at once 
that it was wrong. 

"Now, Miss Green," replied Braun, his voice slightly muffled, "please relax. 
There's nothing wrong with this, you will see." 

Hilda continued to protest but could not dislodge little Herr Braun from 
between her legs. He seemed to cling like a leech, and all her squealing, 
pushing, pummeling, and kicking did no good. And all the while he went on 
licking, obscenely loud, at her fat rosy clit, the pink moist folds of her 
labia, and the hot dark mouth of her cunt. He made his tongue stiff and 
pointed, he worked very swiftly, and soon, in spite of her better instincts, 
Hilda was unable to ignore the marvelous sensations he was giving her. She 
began to weaken in her struggle, and before long she had given up entirely. 
Never in her life had she experienced such exquisite pleasure. Her 
puritanical upbringing had taught her that the greater the pleasure, the 
greater the sin, and she realized dimly that this must be a very great sin 
indeed. But she also felt she would die if he stopped. 

"Ooooo, Herr Braun!" she moaned. 

Luther Braun replied by tonguing her fat little clit even harder. He was no 
longer acting out of necessity, but simply for the fun of it. She was a very 
clean woman, he noted with satisfaction, with delicate and dainty parts, and 
her juices had a pleasant, faintly salty taste. He lapped hungrily all 
around the twitching, swelling bud of her clit, and Hilda writhed and 
squealed happily. Herr Braun smiled to himself: no woman could resist this 
particular form of lovemaking, which was most fortunate for him, because it 
was the only kind he liked. 

"Ahhhhh!" wailed Hilda. "Yes, yes, lick me there, darling! Lick my cunt!" 

Braun had insinuated his fat stiff tongue a little way into the steamy hole 
of her vagina and was teasing her with swift short strokes. He knew he could 
bring her off in another second or so, but he decided against it. With her 
lust gone, she would have no motivation to please him; he would not be able 
to make her do the thing he wanted so desperately. Just as she was arching 
her back and digging her nails into his shoulders, on the brink of cumming, 
he rapidly withdrew and raised his head. 

"Aha!" he cried. "You liked that, Miss Green, no? I will do it again soon, 
but now perhaps you will do something for me." 

Hilda moaned with frustration. If only he had gone on tonguing her cunt for 
just a few seconds more, she would have cum. But he was right, she really 
ought to return the favor. "Of course," she stammered. "What do you want me 
to do?" 

Herr Braun's eyes twinkled. His goal was nearly reached, and he was very 
excited. Quickly pulling off his pants and shorts, he approached Hilda, his 
short fat cock flopping white in the moonlight, limp and soft. He found it 
very difficult to achieve an erection, no matter how horny he was. There was 
only one way he could do it. 

"Just lie still, dear Miss Green," he cooed, "and I will show you what I 
want done." 

Hilda waited, wondering what he had in mind. Secretly she was very 
disappointed with the size of his penis; she desperately needed a huge one, 
like Major Beadle's. But of course she would not hurt the little man's 
feelings by telling him so. Then Braun straddled her chest and sat down, 
fortunately putting most of his weight on his knees, which were placed on 
either side of her shoulders. In this position, his short flabby cock grazed 
her lips, and his saggy little balls nestled against her chin. Hilda was 
horrified and turned her head to the side, feeling the dribbling cock juices 
smear her cheek. 

"W-what are you doing?" she squeaked. 

Almost tenderly, Braun took her head and made her face him, so that again 
his wormy little penis was resting on her lips. "I would like you to lick my 
cock, Miss Green," he said, "just as I licked your cunt. That's a fair 
exchange, is it not?" 

Hilda felt nauseated, yet she could not deny his logic. What he had done for 
her, she should willingly do for him. It was all wrong, an evil and 
perverted thing, putting her tongue to a man's organ, and she shuddered at 
the thought, but as she had already allowed him-indeed, urged him-to do the 
same to her, she saw no way out of it. Shivering, disgusted, she 
nevertheless stuck out her slick pink tongue and very gingerly began to lick 
his small soft cock. 

"Very good, Miss Green!" he sighed. "A little faster, if you please, and 
don't be so hesitant about it, it won't bite you." 

Shuddering, wanting desperately to turn her head away, Hilda protruded her 
tongue even farther and began to lick his plump little prick more 
industriously. It flopped and flapped under her lashing. She could not help 
admitting that the task was not as distasteful as she had imagined. The skin 
of his penis was silky, soft, and warm, very pleasant to the touch, and the 
taste was delicately salty. He was not circumcised, and his prick ended in a 
sharp tip of white wrinkled flesh, just like the boys she had observed in 
Mavis's room. The thought of the little boy cocks brought back some of her 
enthusiasm: she imagined briefly that Braun was a boy, and she grew hot all 
over as she imagined licking an immature penis. Her tongue moved faster. 

"Good!" squeaked Braun. "That's the idea! Now lick it right here." 

He seized the limp organ so that only the wrinkly head emerged from his 
grasp, and this he presented to her wet hot tongue. Hilda obediently lashed 
and licked it, and in the bright moonlight she saw the loose folds of skin 
slowly creeping back to reveal a purplish-red nut underneath. Pearly drops 
of fluid oozed from a tiny dark hole at the top of the nut, and she 
discovered that she liked the taste. She poked the slick tip of her tongue 
into the little oozing hole and eagerly lapped up each droplet as it 
emerged, rolling it around in her mouth to savor the taste before swallowing 
it. This wicked experiment was making her wildly horny. 

In the curl of his chubby fingers, Braun felt his cock stiffening and 
swelling. At last! He was getting a first-rate hard-on by the only method 
that worked, the only one that appealed to him. It was almost time for the 
final step, if only she wouldn't refuse! If only he could persuade her! 

"Excellent, Miss Green!" he murmured. "Now, take it in your mouth!" 

He let go of his cock, and it stood straight up, fat and swollen, pointing 
at the moon. Hilda gawked at it and felt a wave of disgust and nausea. Take 
it in her mouth? Never! 

"Oh, no, Herr Braun!" she gasped. "That wouldn't be right!" 

Braun controlled his urge to slap her face. American women, he had learned, 
did not appreciate storm-trooper tactics; they had to be persuaded, not 
forced. A pity. It would have been quicker to slap her half senseless, but 
she would hate him for it, and he would very probably want her services 
again sometime. Instead he said huskily, seductively, "Ah, but Miss Green, 
an exchange of favors, remember? You do this for me, and then I will lick 
your cunt again, lick it very pleasantly, until you cum. But if you won't do 
what I like, why should I do anything for you?" 

Hilda moaned. She needed him very badly, but badly enough to do this 
horrible thing? She was torn between morals and physical need. But her 
decision was made when she thought of returning to her room unsatisfied, to 
toss and turn all night. Reluctantly she opened her mouth. 

Braun gave a little squeal of triumph, seized his erect aching cock, and 
popped it into her mouth. The hot wetness, the velvety texture of her tongue 
and cheek linings, were delicious to him, and he snorted with pleasure, 
forcing his stiff tool all the way inside. It was short, she could take it 
all. As his oozing glans nudged the back of her throat, he sighed 
blissfully. At last, after a lapse of many months, he was enjoying the only 
form of sex that appealed to him. 

"Ahhhh!" he sighed. "Perfect! Now, dear Miss Green, please suck it for me!" 

Hilda gagged but obeyed. She had the thing in her mouth, it could hardly 
compound her sin if she sucked on it. Mechanically she worked her cheeks and 
tongue, applying a slow steady vacuum pressure to the fat cock that stuffed 
her mouth. She wondered why this funny little foreigner liked such a wicked 
thing. Obviously he was in ecstasy. In the moonlight she could see his face 
plainly above her, his mouth hanging open in a little grin of bliss, his 
nostrils flaring, his eyes closed as if to concentrate all his being on the 
pleasure she was giving him. His chubby fingers dug into her shoulders, and 
against her chin she felt his little hairy balls tightening and pulsing. As 
she sucked, he grew more and more excited, breathing harder and louder, and 
presently he began to work his hips, feeding his little stiff prick in and 
out of her juicy mouth with swift short strokes. 

"Faster!" he groaned. "Suck it faster, harder! Please, be rough!" 

What does it matter? thought Hilda. She would do what he wanted, and then, 
thank God, it would be her turn. She wriggled with delight as she thought of 
being fucked. Yes, poor funny little man, let him have his strange pleasure! 
She began to suck his cock greedily, very hard and fast, and although she 
feared to hurt him, he seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. His small testicles 
were hard as rocks now, swollen tight with stored-up sperm. It was only as 
she thought of this that Hilda realized what was about to happen. My God! 
She hadn't even considered it before, but he obviously wanted to cum in her 
mouth! She gagged and tried to push him away. She couldn't bear that, 
couldn't stomach the thought of getting a mouthful of his seed. 

Braun sensed the cause of her sudden revulsion, but he was indifferent to 
it. He would not be cheated of his pleasure now. He seized her head and held 
it tight so that she could not turn away or spit out his cock. He fucked her 
mouth brutally, repeatedly jamming his fat swollen prick into her throat. It 
was even hotter and slicker back there, and it quickly triggered his orgasm. 
With a piercing howl, he shot his hot sticky cum, jet after jet, deep into 
her throat. He heard her muffled gagging, felt her throat muscles working to 
reject his cock, but it was too late, he couldn't stop then even if he 
wanted to. Anyway, to hell with her, the frigid bitch! 

After what seemed an eternity to Hilda, he finally withdrew his limp, 
cum-dripping cock from her mouth and lay down on the grass beside her, 
panting and sighing happily. She wanted to vomit but managed to control her 
nausea. She swallowed the last of his cum and licked her lips. In fact the 
taste wasn't as bad as she'd expected, but it was the principle of the thing 
which bothered her. She felt it was evil and unnatural for a man to cum in a 
woman's mouth, and she was filled with disgust for Herr Luther Braun. 

"Ahhhhh!" he sighed when he had caught his breath. "Lovely! Well done, Miss 
Green! And now I shall do the same for you." 

A protest rose to her lips-she loathed this perverse man-but before she 
could say anything, he had dived between her legs and was busily licking her 
clit. It felt very nice, she didn't want him to stop, didn't want to return 
to her room still aching with horniness. Languidly, she lay there and let 
him do it. She felt his stiff little tongue tip darting into her thirsty 
cunt, probing, poking, stuffing-and quite suddenly she was jolted by a 
monstrous, delicious climax. 

"AAAHHHHH!" she wailed. 

Luther Braun emerged from between her legs, his mouth creamy and leering. 
"Pretty good, eh, Miss Green?" he chuckled. "We must do it again soon." 

Hilda pushed him away and sprang to her feet. She would die before she let 
this slimy little creep touch her again! As she ran back to the school, 
Luther Braun sneered. He was sure he had her number. She was haughty and 
disdainful now, but soon she would be horny again, and then she would beg 
him to lick her cunt. And of course, in return, he would demand the one 
female service that satisfied him.... 

Hilda ran upstairs to her room, locked the door, and began to sob. Her whole 
experience at Hillcrest Academy seemed to be one huge dirty joke. She had 
come here to lead a better life, to take her mind off sex, and instead she 
had become more involved with sex than ever. She seemed to think of nothing 
else, to want nothing else. She had behaved disgracefully. It would probably 
be best if she resigned and left in the morning, even before finding another 
job. If she stayed, if she went on in this fashion, she would never be able 
to live with herself. But for now, the thing was to get some sleep. 

Hilda began to undress, slowly and wearily. She tossed aside her bathrobe, 
kicked off her slippers, and was about to fall into bed, when she noticed 
that her nightgown was muddy and covered with grass stains. Well, she would 
have to change it. She began drawing it off over her head.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Unknown to Hilda, the wall between her room and the boys' dorm contained two 
fair-sized knotholes, a treasured secret among the boys. The holes afforded 
an excellent view of the housemother's bedroom. They had not been used much 
for the past year, since the housemother who preceded Hilda, one Miss Louise 
Wickersham, a frozen spinster of seventy, had been in the habit of turning 
off her light before undressing. There was nothing for the boys to see 
except Miss Wickersham reading her Bible and occasionally scratching 
herself, a sight which hardly justified hours of kneeling on the floor and 
straining their eyes at the knothole. It had been generally agreed that even 
if Miss Wickersham had left the light on while she undressed, there would 
have been little to see, since the poor woman was flat as a board, with no 
hips, no tits, and legs like toothpicks. And so gradually the knotholes had 
been forgotten. Tonight, however, a sudden inspiration had come to two of 
the boys, Sam and Marvin. Perhaps, they reasoned, the new housemother, Miss 
Green, would leave her lights on. Certainly she had a much better figure 
than Miss Wickersham-it would be well worth their while to wait and try for 
a glimpse of her while she undressed. Consequently Sam and Marvin had 
stationed themselves at the knotholes soon after lights-out, waiting 
patiently for Miss Green to show up. 

Now their patience was being rewarded. After an hour's wait, after nearly 
giving up, they had seen her come in and begin to undress with the lights 
on. 

"Jeez!" whispered Sam. "Look at the size of her tits!" 

"Man, oh, man!" breathed Marvin. "They're even bigger than Mavis's!" 

"Her snatch ain't so big, though," said Sam. 

"Yeah, but I like it better," replied Marvin. He sniggered softly. "I'd sure 
like to touch it!" 

"I'd like to play with those jugs of hers," tittered Sam. "I wonder if she'd 
let us?" 

"Are you kidding? We'd be expelled!" 

They went on bantering in this manner while they watched Hilda take off her 
nightgown, and at the same time, in the ancient ritual of peepers, they took 
out their cocks and began to pump them, intending to jack off. In their 
excitement, however, they neglected to whisper, their giggles, snickers, and 
comments becoming louder and louder. 

Hilda put her soiled nightgown in the hamper and crossed the room to her 
dresser to get a clean one. Halfway there, however, she paused suddenly and 
strained her ears, then blushed all over. No doubt about it, she could hear 
youthful voices, very close by. Without giving away her discovery, she 
strolled idly around the room, as if lost in thought, trying to locate the 
source of the sound. After two trips around the room, she discovered it. Out 
of the corner of her eye, she saw the two knotholes-and two glistening eyes, 
one blue, one brown, peeping into her room. Swiftly, before the boys could 
react, she flung open the door to the dorm and caught them kneeling at their 
spy holes. 

The boys paled and gawked at her. Hilda's first impulse was to grab them and 
box their ears, but on more careful consideration, she decided to do nothing 
which would wake the rest of the dorm. It wouldn't do at all to have 
twenty-eight boys wake up and see her standing naked in the doorway. 

"All right, Sam and Marvin," she whispered angrily, "get into my room! I 
want to talk to you!" 

Miserably, trembling with fear, the two little boys obeyed. They knew they 
were in for it, and they only prayed that she would let them off with a 
reprimand instead of having the Major expel them. Hillcrest Academy was just 
as boring as any other school during class time, but its extracurricular 
activities-especially those with Mavis-were unique, a feature the boys would 
not willingly sacrifice. 

Hilda closed the door and faced the boys. She saw that they were terrified 
and contrite, and, to her amusement, she saw also that they had forgotten to 
hide the evidence of their jacking-off session. Two little white cocks 
protruded from pajama flies, stiff and eager. Hilda stifled a giggle. She 
also felt a strange excitement building up between her legs, but she tried 
to ignore it. 

"Well," she said coldly, "I think you have some explaining to do. Were you 
spying on me last night as well?" She prayed not: they would have seen her 
frigging herself. 

"Oh, no, Miss Green!" squeaked Sam. "This was the first time!" 

She sighed with relief. "How many other boys know about those knotholes?" 

The boys exchanged glances and blushed. "Just about everybody, I guess," 
confessed Marvin. "They've been there for ages." 

"I see," said Hilda sternly. "Well, they'll just have to be boarded up, 
that's all. I'll tell Major Beadle about it in the morning. Right now, 
however, the question is how you should be punished." 

The boys hung their heads. Hilda was glad, that way they couldn't see where 
she was looking. As she talked, she found she could not take her eyes off 
their stiff little pricks. The desire to touch them, to play with them, was 
almost more than she could bear. This was her chance. She had the boys in 
her power. After discovering them at the knotholes, she could make them do 
whatever she wanted. Of course it was wrong, dreadfully wrong, for a 
middle-aged woman to have sexual thoughts about young boys-these two could 
not be more than fourteen. Hilda began to rationalize. She only wanted to 
touch, she told herself, nothing more. Surely that was no big thing. Lust 
getting the better of her, she strode over to the two sheepish boys and 
seized Sam's hot little poker. 

"Look at this!" she cried. The boys gawked at her, and she seized Marvin's 
small stiff cock also. "This shows what was on your minds when you spied on 
me," she went on, in pretended outrage. "You had your peters out, and you 
were playing with them. Isn't that true?" 

The boys blushed to the roots of their hair. She had them, all right. There 
was no hiding a cock stand. "Yes, ma'am," stammered Marvin, "it's true. 
We're awful sorry, ain't we, Sam?" 

"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Sam quickly agreed. 

"Sorry?" sneered Hilda. "I'll bet!" 

She eyed them sternly, trying to hide her growing arousal and excitement. In 
her hands the stiff little pricks twitched and snuggled, hard as little 
bones, and very hot and silky. She squeezed them, and two little drops of 
scalding juice oozed out onto her palms. In response, her cunt contracted 
violently, and her own boiling juices trickled down her inner thighs. Unable 
to control her lust any longer, she dropped to her knees and opened her 
hands, so that both rosy little organs rested on her palms for easy 
inspection. She moved her face quite close to them, and her mouth started to 
water. 

"Umm-hmm," she commented, "both stiff! You should be ashamed!" A sudden 
inspiration came to her. "Take off your pajamas! I'm afraid I'll have to 
spank you!" 

She stood up, and the two boys hurriedly undressed. She gawked at their 
sweet rosy little balls, entirely hairless, clean, and pure. Her cunt 
screamed with need, and more steaming juices flooded out to trickle down her 
legs. 

"Oh, please, Miss Green," cried Sam, "spank us if you want, but don't tell 
the Major! We don't want to be expelled from school!" 

Hilda felt very sorry for the boys and regretted that she had frightened 
them. She said sternly, "Well, I'll consider it. Perhaps the spanking will 
be enough, since this is your first offense." 

Sam and Marvin exchanged quick glances, their thoughts blending perfectly: 
they would willingly undergo whatever punishment Miss Green gave them, so 
long as she didn't report them to Major Beadle. And they were lucky she 
thought it was their "first offense," that she hadn't caught them with 
Mavis! 

As a matter-of-fact, however, Hilda was thinking of Mavis at that very 
moment. Mavis had had these handsome little boys all to herself, but now it 
was Hilda's turn! She felt gleeful and triumphant. But she didn't let it 
show on her face-she must not let the boys know how much she was enjoying 
herself. She couldn't bear the shame if they found out. 

"All right, Sam," she barked, "you first! Get over to the bed!" 

Meekly Sam obeyed. He was tough enough to take a spanking from a woman 
without bawling, but he decided to cry and whine a lot so she'd feel he had 
been sufficiently punished and that it was unnecessary to report him to the 
Major. Behind her back, he winked at Marvin, indicating the coming sham. 
Marvin winked back, somewhat dismally. 

Hilda sat down on the edge of the bed and drew Sam toward her. "Over my 
lap!" she commanded. Sam obediently bent over, noting with some glee that 
his ribs brushed her dark mat of pussy fur and that the rigid nipples of her 
huge tits grazed his back. As his warm little body sank onto her lap, Hilda 
almost gasped aloud with delight. She pulled him farther onto her lap, so 
that his stiff little cock rubbed her thigh, and her pussy juices gushed out 
to pool on the bed. Licking her lips feverishly, she stroked his tight 
little buttocks, letting the tips of her fingers graze the pink pucker of 
his small anal mouth. Then as she raised her hand to deliver the first blow, 
she noticed that the other boy, Marvin, was staring bug-eyed at her big 
breasts. 

Angrily she cupped her huge tits and pointed them at the gawking boy. "Is 
this what you're staring at?" she snapped. "Well, don't strain your eyes! 
Come over here where you can see better!" 

Blushing but eager, Marvin trotted over to the bedside and gazed down at her 
enormous red-nippled jugs. He was dying to touch them. Eerily, she guessed 
his wish and snapped at him, "Well, go ahead, get it out of your system!" 

Hardly believing his good fortune, Marvin timidly put out his hand and 
stroked the huge milky globes. The skin was hot and smooth, very exciting to 
touch. 

He gave one of the nipples a gentle rub and found it bumpy and stiff. Hilda 
stifled a gasp of pleasure. As Marvin went on exploring her tits, she found 
that her hands took on a life of their own, caressing Sam's tight little 
ass, working between his legs to cup and rub his tiny fat balls. She 
wriggled the tip of her little finger into his tight anus, and Sam gave a 
piercing squeal of surprise and pleasure. She began to pump her finger 
gently in and out of his asshole, and with her other hand she reached out 
and cupped Marvin's hot rosy balls, tenderly but teasingly palpitating them. 
Marvin's eyes rolled, and a little smile of ecstasy appeared on his freckled 
face. 

Hilda lost her senses completely. She could no longer keep up her pretense 
of anger and vengeance. In a husky, horny voice, she said, "Come here, boys. 
Come onto the bed with me." 

She lifted Sam off her lap and rolled to the center of the bed, flashing 
them a look of feverish invitation. Again the boys exchanged wordless 
glances. They wondered what the hell was going on. One minute Miss Green had 
been ready to spank them, and now she was quite friendly and pleasant. They 
didn't understand what she wanted of them, but anything was better than 
being punished. Shrugging at each other, they climbed onto the bed beside 
the voluptuously curved older woman. She grinned and seemed very excited 
about something. 

"Lie down on your backs, please," she said huskily, "very close together." 

The boys obeyed, completely puzzled, and Hilda crawled over to them, her 
enormous tits swaying and bouncing. She bent over the supine boys and 
admired their tiny cocks, which were pointing straight at the ceiling and 
oozing white droplets. With a moan of lust, she dipped her head and licked 
up the cream from both little pricks, swallowing it eagerly. It tasted much 
nicer than Luther Braun's strong-flavored adult cum. And she liked their 
pricks a lot better than his, too. It had been disgusting, horrible, to suck 
his ugly old cock, but she felt no repugnance at all about doing the same 
for these two clean young boys. Their hairless pink genitals seemed clean 
and pure and handsome to her. Her mouth watered heavily. 

With a howl of unrestrained lust, she suddenly seized Marvin by the waist 
and lifted him high in the air. She flopped down on her back and placed the 
boy so that he straddled her chest, just as Luther Braun had done. His 
adorable little penis poked her lips, and she shot out her tongue and licked 
away its juices. 

"Put your cock in my mouth, darling," she moaned. "I want you to fuck my 
mouth." 

Marvin's eyes widened in astonishment. He'd never heard of that practice 
before. Sometimes, rarely, Mavis would lick a guy's peter to make it stiff, 
but she'd never gone this far. Marvin was a little frightened, but he 
quickly reasoned that sticking his prick in her mouth was better than being 
spanked. Obediently, he seized his stiff little dick and popped it between 
her lips. 

Instantly he was glad. It was hot in there, juicy and silky and nice, much 
tighter than Mavis's enormous cunt. Miss Green drew in her cheeks sharply 
and wrapped her snaky tongue around his cock, squeezing and sucking it in a 
way that made him go hot and horny all over. She smiled at him and began 
sucking his cock very fast and hard and loudly. It felt great! 

"Oh, wow, yeah!" cried Marvin. "Do it! Do it!" 

Hilda sucked blissfully, loving the pressure and firmness of his little 
penis between her cheeks. It didn't gag her like Braun's adult model, and it 
tasted much nicer. She had a feeling that his cum would taste wonderful, 
too, and she eagerly awaited his orgasm, sucking him greedily. Marvin 
squealed and sighed and pumped his hips, his fat little balls smacking her 
chin. 

Meanwhile Sam was feeling a little left out. At first he'd been astonished 
and delighted at what Miss Green was doing to his friend. Shit, Mavis never 
did anything half as exciting as that! But quickly he grew envious. How come 
Marvin was having all the fun? Well, he didn't intend to just sit there and 
watch-he was going to have some fun, too! He scrambled between Miss Green's 
long legs and began to explore. 

Hilda felt Sam's hot breath on her vulva, and she felt no impulse to stop 
whatever it was he intended. The more the merrier. Besides, she couldn't 
bear to let Marvin's sweet little prick out of her mouth, not then. Then she 
felt small fingers diddling with her clit, poking mischievously into her 
cunt, rubbing the bumpy surface of her anus, and she writhed with pleasure. 
Yes, let Sam do whatever he wanted down there! 

At his end of the action, Sam was equally pleased. Mavis was always in such 
a hurry about things, she never let a guy explore. At last he had a chance 
to get a good, leisurely look at all these mysterious female parts. He liked 
Miss Green's dainty, soft patch of pussy fur much better than Mavis's gross 
dark jungle, and he found her clit smaller and nicer, too. But what chiefly 
interested him was her cunt. Mavis's was so big, he sometimes felt lost in 
it and found it hard to achieve enough friction. He hoped, he prayed, that 
Miss Green's pussy would be tighter-and it was, a nice, snug, hot, juicy 
little cock hole. It gripped and tugged his exploring finger. He just had to 
have a shot at it with his dick. Deciding to risk her anger, he snuggled 
closer between her soft white thighs and eagerly poked his tiny stiff dick 
into the dark slitted cuntal mouth of her soft buttery vagina. 

Hilda almost swallowed Marvin's cock. The sudden stiff entrance of Sam's 
prick into her thirsty cunt was so powerful a pleasure that she wanted to 
shriek her encouragement. But she quickly found that it would not be 
necessary. She could go right on with her cocksucking-Sam was doing just 
what she wanted, balling her furiously, his fat little organ butting the 
sensitive tissues of her needy cunt, wringing jolt after jolt of pleasure 
from her. She was getting boy cock at both ends and loving every second of 
it. She felt she had never been so happy in her whole life. She didn't think 
of the consequences, of the inevitable guilt and shame that would follow. 
She thought only of the two adorable little pricks working busily in her 
mouth and cunt. 

"Aw, jeez, I'm gonna shoot!" yelped Marvin. 

He'd hardly spoken when Hilda felt a tiny jet of scalding liquid at the back 
of her throat, hardly enough to satisfy her craving, but delicious. Eagerly 
she gulped it down, sucking his shrinking prick almost brutally to milk it 
of its last drops. Then as Marvin collapsed in her arms, she felt her own 
climax shaking her body, induced by the speedy pumping of Sam's small hard 
tool. 

"Ohhhh, YES!" she wailed. "Yes, Sam, fuck me hard, I'm cumming! Ahhhh!" 

Sam was so excited by her enthusiastic response that he instantly shot his 
load, too, a fierce, hot, but meager eruption. He collapsed on her heaving 
belly and moaned happily while her cunt muscles milked his little prick and 
balls dry. 

Woman and boys lay silent, flushed, and drowsy for a while, until Hilda 
happened to glance at the bedside clock. It was after eleven. 

"Oh, goodness, boys, look at the time!" she cried. "You'd better get back to 
the dorm. I've kept you up far too late." 

Reluctantly the two boys roused themselves and put on their pajamas. Hilda 
watched them dreamily, admiring their slim young bodies. She knew she ought 
to say something about their spying and their punishment, but she couldn't 
bring herself to do it. She was far too fond of them just now. Ah, well, it 
could wait till tomorrow. 

"Good night, boys," she said and sighed. 

"Good night, Miss Green," they politely chorused. 

As soon as they were out of the room, Sam and Marvin began comparing notes 
in excited whispers. They were incredulous and delighted. What a break! Far 
from being punished for spying on Miss Green, they had been rewarded with 
totally unexpected pleasures. 

"Shit, man," sighed Marvin, "we gotta go back tomorrow night! Get her to 
suck your cock-it's the greatest, a lot better than fucking!" 

"I'm sure gonna try," Sam agreed wistfully. "But it was pretty great fucking 
her, too. Her cunt's a lot tighter than Mavis's." 

"Hell, everything about her is better than Mavis!" declared Marvin. "She 
didn't even ask for money!" 

"Hey, will you guys shut up?" somebody called from the blackness of the 
dorm. "Some of us are trying to sleep!" 

"Where were you, anyhow?" one of the older boys asked. 

"Out to the can," said Marvin. He and Sam weren't going to share their 
delightful discovery with anybody.... 

When the boys had left, Hilda sighed loudly and got under the covers and 
switched out the light. It had been an incredible day. She knew she would 
feel unbearably guilty about it in the morning, but right then she could 
only wonder at it. Twenty-five years without a man, and then suddenly, in 
one day, she'd had two men and two boys! Her body hummed with pleasure and 
satisfaction. She realized how wrong she'd been to deny herself all these 
years. She was inescapably female, and her fuck equipment was made to be 
used and used often. If only she had a man of her own, a husband or a lover, 
to keep her satisfied! Then she wouldn't have to do all these awful things 
when lust overpowered her. But how, at her age, could she attract anyone? 
She began to fret about it, but, fortunately, fell asleep.... 

In the dorm, Marvin and Sam and all the other boys were asleep, too, many of 
them dreaming happily of tits and asses and cunts and endless humping, many 
of them sighing and cumming in their sleep. 

In her rumpled bed, Mavis slept soundly, exhausted by an evening of fucking, 
dreaming about a man with the biggest cock in the world. In the fulfillment 
of her most cherished fantasy, he married her and took her away from her 
crummy job, and they made love after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then 
again at bedtime. 

Luther Braun was asleep, too, dreaming again and again of his encounter with 
Hilda, but in the dream she sucked his cock greedily and gladly, not with 
repugnance. And in the next room, Ralph Webster, the shy balding teacher of 
English and history, was dreaming that the voluptuous-looking new 
housemother was in his bed, eagerly stroking his cock and inviting him to 
make love to her. 

Only Major Beadle remained awake. There were several things on his mind. The 
first was that, much as he liked Mavis and valued her good humor and 
readiness to fuck, he was getting tired of her. The girl was a nymphomaniac, 
hornier than a bunny, always doing it, so that her cunt was stretched and 
widened through too frequent use, hardly exciting any more. He would never 
fire her, they all liked her too much, and she did her work well. But he 
needed another woman. 

The other thing uppermost in his mind was Hilda. She was the woman he 
wanted, she was new and exciting and her cunt was infinitely tighter than 
Mavis's. But could she be persuaded to become his mistress? The woman was 
such a prude, so afraid of sex, that he feared it would be a long struggle, 
perhaps a hopeless endeavor, to change her attitude. Nevertheless, it was 
worth a try. He'd start tomorrow, buttering her up, flattering her, seducing 
her. Hell, he might even pretend he was in love with her, and interested in 
marriage. The Major chuckled to himself. Anything to get her ass into 
bed.... 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The next morning, the instant Hilda woke up, she groaned as she remembered 
her extraordinary activities of the last twenty-four hours. To her 
bewildered mind, it seemed almost as if she had given herself to everyone in 
the school. Fortunately she had little time to feel guilty for the next 
hour, she was so busy getting the boys out of bed and off to breakfast, then 
cleaning the dorm. After that she considered her position: should she leave 
Hillcrest Academy at once? Or would it be wiser to look for another job 
first? 

After a short debate, she decided on the latter course. No telling when she 
might be able to get another job, and she did not have much money saved up. 
After she finished her cleaning, Hilda went out for a while and put herself 
on the list at the unemployment agency. Then she had only to wait. As soon 
as another job turned up, she would leave Hillcrest and its ugly 
associations. In the meantime, however, there was the problem of how to face 
the men and boys she had cavorted with. 

Returning from the unemployment agency, she happened to pass Luther Braun in 
the hallway of the school, and he leered wickedly at her. The humiliation 
was awful. Hilda imagined that the Major considered her a whore, and that 
the two boys, Sam and Marvin, had whispered the story of their escapade to 
the whole school. She was miserable. 

Accordingly, right after dinner, Hilda locked herself in her room and tried 
to read. No more patroling the halls, no more exposure to temptation! The 
only way she could live with herself was to stay clean for the rest of her 
time at Hillcrest. She found it hard, however, to concentrate on her book, 
and by the time she went to the dorm to get the boys to bed, she had read 
only a few pages and could not have told you their contents. 

About half an hour after lights-out, there was a faint tapping at her door. 
At first Hilda wasn't even sure it was happening, but when it persisted, she 
got out of bed to investigate. Opening the door, she found her two young 
friends of the previous night, Sam and Marvin. She blushed hideously. 

"What do you want?" she whispered, fearing the other boys might be wakened. 

Sam and Marvin exchanged grins. "We just wanted to see you again, Miss 
Green," Sam said sweetly. "I guess you know what I mean." 

If it was possible to blush any deeper, Hilda did. "Boys," she whispered 
frantically, "the answer is definitely no! You must forget all about last 
night!" 

They looked crushed, and Marvin said quite loudly, "Aw, Miss Green-" 

Hilda saw that there was going to be a scene, and rather than wake the whole 
dorm, she motioned the two boys inside. "Oh, all right, come in. We'll talk 
about it. But the answer is still no." 

She closed the door and walked across the room, putting plenty of distance 
between herself and the boys. She found that as she looked at them in their 
pajamas, sensuous memories came to her, and she grew excited. She could not 
let it happen again! Surely she had enough self control to resist the 
advances of two horny adolescent boys! Or did she? Hilda decided not to take 
any chances. 

"Now, boys," she said sternly, "you must understand that I was not myself 
last night. It was a terrible thing we did, and it must not be repeated. I 
brought you in here only so you wouldn't wake the others, not to encourage 
you. We must all forget what happened. I certainly intend to." That was a 
lie, and she knew it. She would never forget what she'd done with those 
boys! 

"Aw," said Sam disgustedly, "you act like it was some big crime! It wasn't, 
it was fun! Come on, let's do it again. We won't tell anybody, so how can it 
hurt us?" 

"No!" cried Hilda. "How can I make you understand? What we did was evil, and 
we must never do it again!" 

But Sam's words had given Marvin an idea. "Listen, Miss Green," he said 
menacingly, "we haven't told anybody yet. But if you're gonna act this way, 
we won't have any choice, will we, Sam?" He winked at his friend. "We'll 
just have to tell all the other boys, and sooner or later somebody'll tell 
the Major." 

"That's right," said Sam, catching on quickly. "If you don't do what we 
want, we'll tell the whole school. We'll probably get expelled, but I bet 
things will be worse for you." 

"Oh, God," moaned Hilda. 

She saw no way out of the dilemma. Either she could continue her sinful 
activities with Sam and Marvin, or she could be shamed before the whole 
school. Major Beadle might even take legal action against her for seducing 
minors, and then the whole world would know of her shame. She was in an 
agony of indecision. 

Marvin and Sam took advantage of her confusion. After a quick, whispered 
conference, they slipped out of their pajamas and approached her, grinning. 
Hilda gawked at them. Helplessly her eyes strayed to their tiny flopping 
white pricks, and she felt an answering warmth stirring in her cunt. After 
all, if she had to make a choice, this one was far more pleasant.... 

"Come on, Miss Green, it's gonna be lots of fun!" She didn't even know which 
boy spoke. She only knew that small eager hands were exploring her body, 
pulling off her nightgown. Dizzy with confusion and lust, she soon found 
herself standing naked before the two grinning boys. Sam dived for her small 
dark puff of mons fur and buried his face in it, while Marvin began fondling 
her huge breasts. Hilda moaned and sank back on the bed, making the boys' 
efforts much easier. Her legs hung over the side, and Sam parted them for 
easier access to her cunt. Marvin jumped up on the bed beside her and 
straddled her belly in order to play with her tits. In spite of all her 
inhibitions and resistance, Hilda felt her cunt growing hot and eager. 

"Oh, boys, please!" she moaned. "This just isn't right!" 

There was no answer but giggles and snickers. She felt Sam's eager fingers 
exploring her clit, labia, and cunt, probing and stroking and rubbing in a 
fluttery, teasing manner that made her wild with desire. Marvin cupped and 
jiggled her enormous tits, then began to rub and gently tweak her nipples, 
sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She knew she was defeated, that 
her body had made the decision for her-and with a sigh of anticipation, she 
closed her eyes and surrendered herself to whatever might happen. 

"Oh, man!" breathed Marvin. "I'm gonna stick my peter in her mouth! That was 
really great!" 

"Hey, hold on a minute!" squeaked Sam. "You got to do that last time! It's 
my turn!" 

"Shit!" muttered Marvin. "Aw, okay. But next time-" 

"Yeah, yeah," Sam agreed hurriedly, "But move over." 

Reluctantly Marvin surrendered his place, and Sam climbed onto the bed and 
straddled Hilda's chest. She opened her eyes and saw his floppy little 
penis, white and limp, dangling rather forlornly a few inches from her 
mouth. His rosy wrinkled balls were equally limp as they grazed her chin. 
Something prompted her to reach up and cup the soft little pink bags. They 
were very hot to her touch, and Sam sighed delightedly as her palms enclosed 
them. Briefly she squeezed and tickled the limp little sacs, feeling the 
solid inner core, and then lust drove her to explore further. Hardly knowing 
what she did, she reached between his slim legs and found the tight pucker 
of his anus, then wriggled the tip of her little finger inside. The lining 
was silky, moist, and very hot. 

"Ahhhh!" sighed Sam. "Gee, that feels good, Miss Green! Keep doin' it!" 

Growing lustier by the second, Hilda wriggled her finger farther into the 
boy's asshole, marveling at its tightness and heat. Sam's face contorted in 
a grimace of pleasure, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on the 
delicious sensation of being reamed. She slid her finger in all the way, and 
he gave a yelp of delight. Then, to their mutual astonishment, his small 
prick rose slowly into complete stiffness and his little pink balls swelled 
up tight and fat. With her free hand, Hilda reached out and grasped the 
stretched pale foreskin of his penis, teased it back in a few swift strokes, 
and uncovered the bright red glans. A tiny drop of lubricating fluid oozed 
from the little dark hole, and she shot out her hot tongue and lapped it up. 
Sam shivered with delight. 

"Suck my cock now," he moaned, "just like you did Marvin's!" 

By this time Hilda was more than willing, and she opened her mouth to suck 
in his stiff little organ. At the same time she began pumping her finger in 
his tight asshole-which had a surprising effect. Sam wiggled and moaned as 
she pumped, and suddenly his tiny cock shot its load, a glistening white 
spray that splattered her face. 

"Ahhhhh!" wailed Sam. 

Hilda licked her lips hungrily, lapping up as much of his hot sticky boy cum 
as possible, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. Desperately she seized 
his tight little buttocks and pulled him forward, seizing his limp cock 
between her lips and drawing it into the moist heat of her mouth. She began 
sucking his prick vigorously, and Sam squealed with delight. In a matter of 
seconds the excited boy had a hard-on again. 

Meanwhile Marvin had not been idle. Envious of the attention Sam was 
getting, he nevertheless made the most of his opportunities, exploring 
Hilda's mysterious female parts at his leisure. He found himself especially 
fascinated with the bright pink button of her clit, hiding coyly between the 
soft-furred lips of her mons. Tentatively he nudged the small bump of flesh 
with his finger and saw it quiver and stiffen. Bolder, he seized it between 
his fingers and massaged it. Hilda shivered delightedly even as she sucked 
Sam's cock. Hardly knowing what possessed him, Marvin leaned down, stuck out 
his tongue, and licked the slick little shaft. He saw a flood of hot white 
cunt juice spurt from Hilda's vagina, and although he had little idea of its 
meaning, he sensed that he was exciting her. He planted his mouth on her 
clit, sucked vigorously, and heard her moan.... 

While all this was going on, Major Beadle paced his bedroom in irritation 
and horniness. At his age, he mused, a man ought to be past this kind of 
thing, and, after all, he'd been laid twice yesterday-yet here he was, ready 
to go again, his cock hard and aching, tenting his pajamas. But where to put 
it? Next door, Mavis was busy with a gang of visiting boys and probably 
wouldn't be free for another hour. Besides, he did not look forward to 
fucking Mavis; given the size of her cock-stretched, much-used cunt, it was 
not a thrilling prospect. He wanted Hilda Green, wanted the hot tightness of 
her little-used vagina. But would Hilda Green want him? He doubted it. The 
woman was prudish and cold, would probably put up a terrible fuss. 

Finally, however, he resolved to have her even if she fought him. He had to 
have her! He could threaten her with that mythical tape recording, make her 
submit. Yes, that was the only thing to do. Major Beadle put on his bathrobe 
and snuck down the hall to Hilda's room. He was just raising his hand to 
knock, when he heard peculiar noises on the other side of the door-panting, 
moaning, sucking. What the hell? He knelt and peered through the keyhole, 
and his eyes widened in astonishment. 

"I'll be damned!" he muttered, a grin slowly spreading over his craggy face. 

What the Major saw was Hilda lying naked, half on and half off her bed, 
hungrily sucking Sam's cock while Marvin loudly licked her clit. She wasn't 
being forced, that was obvious: her eyes glowed, her big breasts were stiff 
with arousal, her voluptuous body was mottled with an unmistakable flush of 
desire, and even with her mouth full of cock, her moans could be heard 
distinctly. 

"I'll be damned!" the Major repeated. He certainly hadn't been prepared for 
this. He wondered how on earth those two kids had been able to talk her into 
it. He knew she was a bundle of frustrated sexual tension, but he'd never 
expected her to release it in such a bizarre and dangerous manner. Being a 
practical man, however, as soon as his astonishment was passed, the Major 
concluded that it was all to his advantage. Indeed, it was a marvelous 
stroke of luck. If he burst in on her now, catching her in this compromising 
act, she'd have to do anything he wanted. He rubbed his hands together 
gleefully. To make absolutely sure of his power, however, he decided to wait 
a few minutes longer. The more he saw, the better-for then, the more he 
could accuse her of.... 

Even as she sucked Sam's wonderfully stiff little prick, Hilda hungered for 
more sensation. She especially wanted some action in her cunt-Marvin's 
furious licking of her sensitive clit was driving her wild, and she needed 
to be fucked in the worst way. Soon she could stand it no longer. Briefly 
spitting out Sam's cock, she wailed, "Marvin, fuck me, please! Put your cock 
in my cunt!" 

Marvin raised his head and gawked at her for a moment, then grinned. He was 
more than willing to obey! His naughty exploration of Hilda's genitals had 
made him powerfully excited, and his small prick was erect, tingling, aching 
for action. He stood up and seized it, poked it into her dripping hole. 

"Ahhhhh!" he cried. "Yeah! Jeez, Sam, you were right! It's a lot tighter 
than Mavis's pussy. Oh, yeah! Ahhh!" 

Marvin began to hump away, delighting in the tightness, the fierce heat, and 
the juicy slickness of Hilda's little-used but needy cunt. He whinnied his 
pleasure and dug the hard tip of his immature cock into the pulp of her 
vaginal walls. But Hilda was not satisfied. The kid was fast, he stroked 
hard and brutally, just the way she wanted his cock-but, damn it all, his 
dick just wasn't big enough! In her frantic lust, she needed a much thicker, 
longer cock than a fourteen-year-old boy could provide. His small cock, 
though very hard and swift, was maddeningly insufficient. But what could she 
do? A wicked, crazy idea came to her. Ashamed of herself, but too desperate 
to resist, she again spat out Sam's swelling little prick. 

"Sam," she gasped, "you fuck me, too! There's room for both of your cocks. 
Hurry, please!" 

Sam gaped at her for a second, doubting her sanity, then shrugged and 
climbed off her. It was worth trying, and it sounded like a lot of fun. He 
grinned at Marvin and wriggled in beside him as Hilda obligingly spread her 
long legs as wide as possible. Sam seized his half grown penis-now red and 
flushed from her greedy sucking, and eased it into her gaping cuntal mouth 
alongside his friend's deeply lodged tool. They both laughed. 

"Man, it's crowded!" sniggered Marvin. "It really feels weird, doesn't it?" 

"You said it!" Sam giggled. "How're we gonna work this?" 

"Move together," suggested Marvin. "Ready?" 

Sam nodded, and they began to pump their side by side cocks in Hilda's 
steaming, receptive cunt. She gave a loud moan of pleasure. At last she had 
what she needed, a brutal stretching and stuffing of her famished pussy. 
Floods of cunt juice testified to her satisfaction, and she clawed the 
bedspread and wailed as the two boys fucked her brutally, without restraint. 

"OHHHHH!" she shrieked. "Yes, it's wonderful! Yes, YES!" 

Sam and Marvin exchanged proud smiles, thrilled that they could send the 
frosty Miss Green into such uninhibited joy merely by the action of their 
growing cocks. They pumped harder, working up a sweat, their ever harder 
pricks rubbing together to increase the delicious friction, their swollen 
little balls banging and slapping loudly against her ass. 

"Oh, shit!" gasped Sam. "Mavis would never let us do anything like this!" 

Hilda writhed and gurgled in her pleasure.... 

Still kneeling at the keyhole, Major Beadle licked his lips and helplessly 
reached inside his pajamas to rub his swelling penis. He didn't intend to 
jack off, however-He was saving his load for Hilda. He'd be kind-he'd let 
her and the kids climax, and then he'd burst into the room and get his. By 
God, that frigid bitch wouldn't dare hold out on him now! Not after what he 
could describe! He'd ream her good, tonight and every night from now on. And 
unless she wanted to go to jail for corrupting minors, there wouldn't be a 
damned thing she could do about it. He grinned evilly. 

"Ohhhhh!" wailed Hilda, her eyes rolling wildly. "You're making me cum, you 
darlings! AAAGGGHHHH!" 

The two boys felt their deeply buried cocks gripped and milked by the 
violent contractions of her cunt as wave after wave of powerful orgasm swept 
over her. 

"I'm shooting!" shrieked Sam. "Ahhhhh!" 

"Me, too!" shrilled Marvin. "Oh, God, ohhhhh!" 

Hilda felt her cunt inundated by hot streaks of boyish cum, quickly sucked 
in by her convulsing womb. She panted and moaned as she felt the two little 
pricks going limp and soft inside her, then slipping out. Immediately she 
was terribly ashamed of herself, but she said nothing. It would serve no 
purpose. And the boys were so obviously proud of their work-she could tell 
by their grins-that she couldn't bear to spoil their pleasure. 

Then they all three started violently as the door flew open and Major Beadle 
stalked into the room, his face flushed and outraged. 

"Oh, God, no!" wailed Hilda. She could hardly invent any excuses, not with 
her legs spread wide, her cunt dripping boyish cum, and Sam and Marvin still 
standing in position, their limp little cocks shiny with her womanfuck 
juices. 

"Oh, yes!" fumed the Major in pretended fury. "I happened to be passing by, 
heard what was going on, and had a look through the keyhole. I saw 
everything. I must say, Miss Green, I'm shocked. Indeed, that's putting it 
mildly. There's going to be some action taken about this, I can tell you. 
It's expulsion for you two-" He glared at the pale, quaking boys "-and as 
for you, Miss Green ... Well, I'll let the police decide just what should be 
done with you." 

Sam and Marvin burst into tears, and Hilda felt very much like following 
their example. But she struggled to salvage the situation. "Please, Major," 
she begged, "don't punish the boys! It wasn't their fault! I-I seduced them 
into it. It would be unfair to punish them when it was all my doing." Seeing 
him glare at her unmoved, she added hastily, "Please, Major Beadle! If you 
spare the boys, I'll-I'll do anything you say!" 

That was what the Major had been waiting for. Barely able to retain his 
scowl, he replied icily, "Very well, Miss Green, since you take full 
responsibility for this outrage, I'll let them off." He turned to the two 
boys with a glare that made them turn white. "I want it fully understood 
that this is never to happen again," he growled at them. "The slightest 
misdemeanor from either of you, and you'll be expelled at once. Is that 
clear?" 

Marvin and Sam struggled against the impulse to kick his shins and otherwise 
express their hatred. He had spoiled the fun for good, and he was going to 
take it all out on Miss Green, who was bravely taking the rap for them. At 
that very minute, behind the Major's back, she was looking anxiously at them 
and signaling them to be quiet and obedient. Chivalry urged them to attack 
the Major and defend Hilda. But further consideration of their own welfare 
decided them against it. 

"Yes, sir," they chorused meekly. 

"Then bugger off," snapped the Major. "And not a word to anyone, ever, or 
you're in big trouble." 

The two boys gathered up their pajamas and left the room. No sooner had they 
closed the door behind them, however, than they held a whispered conference. 

"Let's watch and see what happens!" said Sam. "If he's too rough on her, we 
just have to help." 

"Right," said Marvin manfully. "Even if it means getting expelled." 

They hurried to the knotholes..... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Hilda wasn't thinking about the knotholes or about Sam and Marvin. She was 
praying that the Major could be persuaded not to call in the police. That 
would be the end of her, she simply couldn't stand the humiliation of being 
arrested as a sex offender. She waited tensely for the Major to announce his 
plans. He was still glowering at her, and his very mustache seemed to 
bristle with indignation as he stood before her, hands on hips. 

"Well, Miss Green," he sneered, "let's just consider what we have here. 
Quite a list of offenses, I believe. God knows what was going on before I 
happened along, but during my stay at the keyhole, I saw plenty. Fellatio, 
for instance-I saw you sucking that boy's penis. Then you let them both fuck 
you-my God, one at a time wasn't enough for you! You had to have them both 
at once! I can't find words to express my horror." 

Hilda began to sob. "Oh, please, Major, I know it's awful! I don't deny it! 
I don't deny anything you say! But don't call in the police! I couldn't 
stand the shame!" 

"'Shame!' " He laughed bitterly. "And to think that yesterday you wanted me 
to have Mavis arrested! I'm disgusted, Miss Green, deeply disgusted! I-" 

Hilda didn't hear what else he said. Her attention was distracted by a 
startling discovery. All the while the Major stood before her and ranted, 
all the while he lectured her and threatened exposure-his crotch was 
bulging, almost splitting with an enormous erection. At first Hilda was 
shocked. Then, for some reason, she wanted to giggle. What a hypocrite the 
man was! Even while professing indignation and horror, he was obviously 
turned on by the whole situation. Hilda stopped sobbing, but she remained 
meek and silent, knowing now that there was a way to save herself if she 
just grabbed the opportunity in the right way. Meanwhile the Major was 
rumbling to the end of his lecture on morality. 

"And so, Miss Green," he concluded with a wag of his finger, "in view of 
what I've witnessed, in view of your incredible depravity, I believe I have 
no choice but to turn you over to the proper authorities." 

"Bullshit," said Hilda. 

They both gawked. Major Beadle surprised by her defiance, Hilda astonished 
by her own vocabulary. That vulgar word had never reached her lips before. 
However, she decided, it suited the situation. Boldly she stood up, marched 
over to him, and jabbed his tented crotch with her finger. 

"Is that evidence of your opinion?" she sneered. 

Major Beadle couldn't help grinning. The old girl had his number, all right. 

"Well, well, Miss Green," he chuckled, "looks as if you've found me out! As 
you so correctly remark, my show of outrage was bullshit. I had something 
else in mind, of course. Let me make the situation quite clear to you." He 
reached out, leering, and cupped her big quivering tits, molding them 
sensuously in his rough hands. Hilda blushed but did not move away. She 
refused to be intimidated by him again. "You see, my dear," he went on, his 
voice husky now, "I still have the goods on you. Not only that tape 
recording I made when we fucked in my office, but now I've witnessed your 
antics with the young students. You, however, have nothing on me. I'm afraid 
I hold all the winning cards. And naturally I'm going to take advantage of 
that situation. You'll do whatever I want, whenever I ask you to. You 
understand what I mean, don't you?" For added emphasis, he rubbed her 
nipples briskly with his thumbs. 

Hilda blushed deeply and nodded. It was only what she had expected. It was 
awful, it was humiliating, but being his mistress was nevertheless a 
thousand times better than going to jail as a pervert. 

"Good," purred the Major. "We'll start right now. Down on your knees!" 

Trembling, Hilda obeyed, and the Major grinned triumphantly and let his robe 
slip off. He pulled his pajama tops off over his head, leaving his sandy 
hair rumpled, then leered down at the kneeling Hilda. 

"Take them off," he commanded. 

With a little sob, Hilda, blushing and quivering, pulled down his pajama 
bottoms and flung them aside as he stepped out of them. His enormous erect 
penis wagged and swayed lewdly before her eyes. 

"Now take it in your hands," he hissed. "Play with it, like you did with 
that boy." 

Hilda gawked at the monstrous thing. It loomed large and angry red before 
her, the foreskin drawn back by the force of his erection, the purplish 
glans revealed, oozing a thick drop of cream. His big balls bristled with 
black hair. It all seemed menacing and ugly to her, a far different thing 
from the pretty, pink, naked parts of Sam and Marvin. Still, she had no 
choice. Sobbing, she took Major Beadle's engorged cock in her hands and 
began to pet and fondle the hot heavy manfuck meat.... 

Kneeling at the knotholes, Sam and Marvin gawked in utter disbelief, their 
mouths hanging open. At first they'd been amused when Miss Green got off the 
bed, stalked up to the Major, and jabbed a finger against his crotch, 
revealing his true state of mind. The hypocritical old fart! He deserved her 
mockery. Then they'd been powerfully relieved when they understood that the 
Major had no intention of bringing in the cops, that what he really wanted 
was to make it with Miss Green. Now, however, they were simply agog at the 
sight of his erect penis, the first adult cock they'd ever seen. 

"Jesus Christ!" hissed Marvin. "Will you look at the size of his dong?" 

"I know, I know!" gasped Sam. "Holy shit! I didn't know they got that big!" 
He gawked for a moment, then added wistfully, "I sure hope mine grows some 
more." 

"Yeah," agreed Marvin. Then he sniggered. "I wonder if Miss Green'll like 
it?" 

"Jeez, I dunno," said Sam. "Looks like it'd be way too big for her. If he 
hurts her, I'm going in there and punch him." 

"Me, too!" promised Marvin. "But," he added hastily, "only if it looks like 
she needs help. I'd really dig seeing her do it with the Major." 

"Right on," sighed Sam..... 

Hilda felt the red-hot penis pulsing in her hand as she stroked it. It lay 
heavy on her palm, ugly and threatening. Now that she knew the real extent 
of the Major's depravity, his cynical disregard for morality, she no longer 
felt attracted to him; indeed, she despised him. But she could not allow her 
feelings to have any outward manifestation. This man could ruin her; she 
must never hesitate to do exactly as he wished. 

"Lick it!" he commanded, snorting in his excitement. 

Hilda shuddered but obeyed, bringing out her hot red tongue and swishing it 
quickly, wetly, all over the pale swollen length of his shaft. She felt his 
cock twitch and swell even tighter as she licked it. His oozing juices were 
strong and salty, objectionable after Sam's delicate flavor. Her distaste 
made no difference to Major Beadle, however. He could not detect it. He 
moaned and shuddered with pleasure. 

Then suddenly he grabbed her hair and held her head still. "Suck it!" he 
ordered. "Take it in your mouth!" 

Hilda felt nauseated. His prick was far too big for her mouth, and she 
gagged at the thought of swallowing his cum. "Please, no!" she whimpered. 

He held her hair tighter, till he hurt her and made her cry out. "Oh, yes!" 
he hissed. "You're going to do for me everything you did for those boys! Now 
start sucking-or would you prefer the police?" 

With a loud sob, Hilda opened her mouth, fastened her lips around the fat 
purple glans, and began sucking his cockhead in. The Major sighed and 
relaxed his grip on her hair. His cock was enormous, stuffing her mouth and 
stretching her lips painfully wide. She could take in only half its length. 
She could hardly believe how long it was, remembering, with a shudder, how 
she had been able to get all of Herr Braun's fat little organ in her mouth. 
And as she had done with Braun, she drew in her cheeks and raised her tongue 
to make a hot juicy nest for the pulsing, twitching cock that oozed its 
sharp juices onto her taste buds. She sucked slowly, unwillingly. 

"Faster!" the Major grunted. "Make it fly!" 

With a moan of disgust, Hilda obeyed, sucking his cock swiftly, her 
stretched lips aching. She prayed he would cum quickly and end her ordeal. 
The thought of swallowing his gigantic load of seed was hideous, but it was 
even worse to think of going on and on like this, painfully stretching her 
lips. 

"That's it!" gasped the Major, falling forward and grasping her shoulders 
for support. "Wonderful! Suck it, baby, suck it!" 

He was delighted with her performance. One objection he had to Mavis-among 
others-was that she refused to give head. She'd fuck all night, she had no 
prejudices against that, but she considered it nasty to give a blow-job. 
There was no explaining women, he decided. He was simply glad that he'd 
discovered Miss Green. It was clear that she loathed sucking his cock, but 
her fear of disgrace outweighed even her loathing. He chuckled delightedly 
to himself as he enjoyed the slick hotness of her mouth. This, however, was 
only a preliminary, the first round of his evening's fun. In a moment, he 
intended to have another go at her deliciously tight cunt. His balls were 
swollen almost to bursting, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. 
Just a moment more of this delightful cock sucking, then on to the main 
attraction.... 

"Bastard!" whispered Marvin. "His dick's too big for her! I think we oughta 
stop him! Look at the way her mouth's stretched!" 

"Yeah," Sam agreed reluctantly. After Miss Green had lied in order to save 
them, he could hardly refuse to help her, but he regretted breaking up the 
show. It was getting him really hot, and he wanted to see the look on Major 
Beadle's face when the old fart came. It would be a great story to tell the 
guys in math class. Sam dawdled for a moment at the knothole-then was glad 
he had done so. "Hey, look at this!" he whispered excitedly to Marvin, who 
had already risen and begun to steel himself for combat. "He's let her go! 
They're goin' over to the bed. Oh, wow! Look!" 

Marvin quickly took up his spying post again. 

"Jeez," he whispered, "I think she likes it!" 

"You better believe it," replied Sam. 

Major Beadle had allowed Hilda to suck his cock until he was only seconds 
away from cumming. Then, abruptly, he pushed her away. He hardly noticed the 
relief on her face as he pulled her to her feet and hurried her over to the 
bed. He pushed her face down, so that her upper torso rested on the bed and 
her ass and legs hung over the side. 

"A little change of pace, my dear," he chuckled. "Spread your legs, there's 
a good girl...." Trembling with horniness, he wedged the thick head of his 
cock into the tiny mouth of her cunt. It was a very snug fit-almost too 
snug. The Major strained and snorted as he sought to push his dick in 
deeper, and Hilda gave a howl of pain. 

"Oh, please!" she sobbed. "It's too big! You're hurting me!" 

"Damn it all!" he replied. "It wasn't too big yesterday, so how can it be 
too big now? Hold still, stop squirming! I'll get my cock in if it's the 
last thing I do!" He huffed and puffed, jerking his hips furiously, but his 
enormously bloated cock would not penetrate her tight cunt more than an 
inch. 

Hilda, even as she wailed in pain, realized what was wrong. The Major was 
correct, her cunt could accommodate his dick when she was horny-the trouble 
now was that she was tense and afraid, holding her vagina tight as if to 
keep his cock out. 

There was no way she could fight him off, he was too strong for her, and so 
the only thing to do was relax and yield. With a sob she surrendered, 
letting her vaginal muscles slacken, and the Major's enormous penis slid in 
swiftly, brutally, all the way to her womb. 

"Ahhhhh!" he bellowed. "There, it's in! Now for some real fucking!" 

He seized her broad hips to steady himself, then began to bang her without 
mercy. Hilda's cunt felt stuffed and stretched as never before. Even when 
she had lost her virginity, the fit had not been so tight, the pain so 
great. Yet in spite of the pain, she felt a perverse thrill. She had to 
admit to herself that she was getting a tremendous fuck and that she loved 
it. She loved the way his coarse-haired balls slapped her ass loudly, loved 
the way his thick shaft tugged her labia before snaking inside to stuff her 
cunt deliciously. In her excitement, she began to cream hotly, providing the 
needed lubrication, and soon the pain was gone. 

"Ooooo, YES!" she squealed. "It's great! I love it!" 

"Do you, my dear?" sniggered the Major, who was happily watching his thick 
prick stretch her tiny cunt mouth with each thunderous thrust. God, her cunt 
was tight! It was marvelous! "I'm glad," he panted, "but you'd better cum 
soon! I can't hold out much longer!" 

Hilda had no trouble taking his advice. She was already gasping and 
squealing as a delicious, powerful climax began to wash over her. Her cunt 
juices boiled around his pounding cock. 

"CUMMING!" she babbled. "Oh, fuck me, Major, fuck me hard, ahhhh, AHHHHHH!" 

The Major had time for one triumphant leer as she bucked and howled under 
his assault, and then he bellowed thunderously as he, too, experienced a 
blinding climax. His balls tensed and shot, his cock rippled and sprayed her 
innermost depths with load after load of burning cum. He felt faint with 
pleasure. Then his limp, drained prick slipped from her cunt, steaming and 
dripping. He slapped her playfully on the ass. 

"Delightful," he chuckled, "simply delightful! So glad you enjoyed it, my 
dear! Same time tomorrow?" 

Hilda buried her face in her arms and sobbed in humiliation. 

Sam and Marvin had already turned away from the knotholes and were 
feverishly jacking off. The howls of climax from the adults had been too 
much for them. Later they would feel intense hatred toward the Major for 
stealing Miss Green from them. Right now, however, they had but one urgent 
and pressing goal.... 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Another twenty-four passed, during which Hilda worried even more about the 
immoral activities into which she had been drawn and saw even less to do 
about it all. The Major, as he so aptly put it, had the goods on her, and 
she was forced to do whatever he wanted. Her only chance to escape the 
degradation of Hillcrest Academy lay in finding another job which would take 
her far away where Major Beadle couldn't find her. Until then, she could 
only try to stay out of everyone's way. 

The day went quietly enough, with teachers and boys away in the classrooms, 
leaving Hilda alone with her cleaning. At dinner, however, the Major winked 
at her-reminding her of their "date" for that evening-and little Herr Braun 
gave her a hungry, knowing look. To top things off, as she left the 
cafeteria, Sam darted up when no one was looking and pressed a note into her 
hand. She hurried upstairs to her room and read the note: 

Dear Miss Green, 

Marvin and I just have to see you again. It isn't fair for Major Beadle to 
have you all to himself. Will you please meet us in the garden at ten 
o'clock tonight? 

Sam 

 Hilda blushed, crumpled the note, and threw it at her waste basket but 
missed. Wouldn't anyone leave her alone? Determinedly, she locked her door, 
got into bed, and tried to read a novel. If the Major came around and 
demanded her attentions, she supposed she'd have to give in to him, but she 
didn't intend to be available to anyone else. One man was enough, more than 
enough! 

After lights-out, however, Hilda began to change her mind. In the first 
place, she felt it was wrong to submit meekly to the Major, even if he did 
have the upper hand. A little show of resistance was only right, and there 
was a slim chance that he wouldn't press his attack if he realized how she 
loathed him. In the second place, someone ought to talk to Sam and Marvin. 
If they kept on in this manner, taking terrible risks for a few moments of 
illicit pleasure, they could get into deep trouble. Hilda decided she 
wouldn't be in her room when the Major came. Instead she would go to the 
garden and try to reason with Marvin and Sam. Accordingly, just before ten 
o'clock, she put on her bathrobe and hurried downstairs. 

It was another perfect night, warm, windless, and brightly lit by a full 
moon. Hilda had no trouble making her way through the trees to the stone 
bench where she had had her unfortunate encounter with Luther Braun. There 
she waited for the boys, carefully arranging in her mind what she would say 
to them. They must be convinced of the error of their ways.... 

Meanwhile Sam and Marvin were waiting impatiently for Major Beadle to get 
out of the hallway. They had waited in the darkness of the dorm until the 
other boys seemed to be asleep, then crept out of bed to keep their 
appointment with Miss Green in the garden. They'd only gotten as far as the 
door of the dorm, however, when they peeked out and saw the Major coming 
down the hall in his dressing gown. He was taking his time, too. 

First he stopped and listened outside Mavis's door. Sam and Marvin nudged 
each other, signaling their relief that neither they nor any of the other 
boys happened to be visiting Mavis that night. They imagined the Major would 
raise hell if he found out what went on in Mavis's room after lights-out. 

Then, humming to himself and absently playing with his mustache, the Major 
approached the dorm door. Sam and Marvin closed it and hid in the shadows on 
the other side, their hearts pounding. If Major Beadle came inside for an 
inspection, he'd find them out of bed. But all he did was stand there in the 
hallway, listening. They could hear his heavy breathing, but they didn't 
breathe themselves until he finally passed on. Then they hurried to the door 
again, opened it a crack, and saw the Major pausing outside Miss Green's 
door. Again they nudged each other-this time communicating a silent prayer 
that she'd already gone to the garden to meet them; otherwise the Major 
would want her for himself, and they'd be out of luck, and out of fuck. 

Major Beadle tapped lightly on Miss Green's door. When there was no answer, 
he knocked a little louder. Still no reply. The boys could see that he was 
getting a little annoyed. He knocked quite loudly, and when he still 
received no answer, he bent and peered through the keyhole. "Damn!" he 
muttered. 

He paced around in front of her door for a while, cursing under his breath, 
then an idea seemed to come to him. He opened the door and stepped into Miss 
Green's room. 

Sam and Marvin looked at each other, nodded, and then sprinted out into the 
hallway and down the stairs. The Major had closed the door and didn't see 
them. 

"Phew!" exclaimed Marvin when they had reached the first floor. "I thoueht 
the old fart would never go away!" 

"Yeah," panted Sam, "but what did he go into her room for?" 

"Who cares?" Marvin said and chuckled. "She wasn't there. While he's waiting 
for her, we'll be having some fun in the garden." 

"Right!" Sam said. "Come on!" 

They hurried out into the night. It was so warm that their pajamas were 
plenty of clothing, and in addition the boys were hot with lust. To their 
great relief, as they came into the clearing they saw Miss Green sitting on 
the bench. They rushed up to her and put their arms around her, fondled her. 

"Boys!" she exclaimed, half in distress and half in amusement at their 
eagerness. "Please! I didn't meet you to play games. I want to talk to you." 

"Talk, hell!" said Sam. "Who needs to talk?" 

"We do," said Hilda solemnly. "Sit down beside me here. There are some 
things you need to understand." 

"Well, okay," said Marvin reluctantly, "but only if we can touch you. Right, 
Sam?" 

"Right!" agreed his friend. 

Hilda sighed and moved to the center of the bench so the boys could sit on 
either side of her. She would have to grant their request in order to get 
them to listen. Grinning, they took their places, and she gasped as small 
hot hands slid inside her robe and began to fondle and massage her big soft 
tits. 

"Now, boys," she began, "I don't think you realize the risks you're taking 
or the trouble you could get into...." But even as she talked, their little 
hands kept very busy, and she felt an answering warmth and wetness growing 
in her cunt. 

Major Beadle was thoroughly pissed off. What the hell did that woman think 
she was doing? He'd made it very clear that she was to be available to him 
every evening after the boys were asleep. He'd made it clear that if she 
didn't obey his wishes in everything, he'd expose her and ruin her. So why 
had she skipped out? Didn't she care? Was she crazy? 

It occurred to the Major that Hilda might have left for good, but he checked 
the drawers and closets and found her clothes still there. Perhaps she was 
only teasing him, hiding for a few minutes. If so, he was not amused. He was 
horny enough to burst, he needed her right now, and if she didn't show up in 
another minute, he'd be tempted to strangle her! By God, if he could figure 
out where she was hiding, he'd rape her right on the spot! 

Angrily he paced the room, and after a couple of revolutions he noticed a 
scrap of paper on the floor. How careless of Miss Green, who was ordinarily 
so tidy! The Major stooped, picked up the piece of paper, and was about to 
toss it in the waste basket, when he noticed that it was ruled paper, the 
kind the boys were issued for their schoolwork. How had she come to acquire 
it? He opened the paper and, blushing with fury, read Sam's note. By God, 
that bitch had stood him up in order to meet two little-dicked 
fourteen-year-old kids! Well, he wasn't going to stand for that! Not Major 
Calvin Beadle! He'd smack those little brats good, and then he'd fuck Hilda 
right there in the garden! Striding painfully, because of an erection which 
threatened to burst his pajamas, the Major headed for the stairs. 

Mavis was pouting in her room, trying to distract herself by eating candy 
and reading True Confessions. It was a funny thing, she often found the 
boys' visits a nuisance, but when none of them showed up, she felt neglected 
and horny. Of course it was only to be expected that she'd be left alone 
some nights. Right now it was getting toward the end of the month and most 
of the boys had spent their allowances and couldn't afford her services. She 
ought to be glad of the chance to rest. Still she pouted. Mavis was a woman 
who liked plenty of male attention, a woman who didn't like to be alone. 
Well, hell, she decided at last, nothing for it but to take a sleeping pill 
and get eight hours sleep for a change. She could certainly use it. 

But as she walked to her dresser to get the pill, she heard a noise and saw 
that someone was slipping a note under her door. She grinned and felt 
suddenly happy and excited. It had to be one of the boys, a shy one who 
wanted to be sure of his welcome before actually facing her. She hurried 
over and snatched up the note. It read: 

Dear Miss Brown: 

You will recall that we talked about a few months ago. At the time, you 
refused, because I offered you no inducement. Now, however, I offer you 
fifty dollars. If you agree, please meet me in the garden at once. 

Sincerely, Luther Braun 

Mavis gave a loud snort of disgust and threw the note on the floor. Lousy 
little creep! Several months ago he had approached her for the first time 
and had asked her to suck him off-he was a snoop and had learned of her 
relations with the boys, so he'd thought he had some kind of hold over her. 
Naturally she'd refused. She didn't go in for kinky stuff like that. So now 
he was trying again, the greasy pervert! Well, she hoped he'd freeze his ass 
waiting in the garden! 

Mavis went to her dresser, opened the bottle of sleeping pills, and shook 
one out into her hand. As she did so, she looked at herself in the mirror 
with some admiration but also with the thought that she'd look even better 
if she had some more glamorous clothes. There was a fake fur coat she 
wanted, leopard skin, which would set off her pale blondeness stunningly. 
The coat cost sixty dollars, and she had saved only ten. With the sleeping 
pill halfway to her mouth, she stopped and gawked at herself in the mirror. 
Fifty dollars! That's all she needed for the coat, and that was exactly what 
Braun was offering if she gave him a blow-job! The coat could be hers 
tomorrow. 

Mavis pondered. Could she bring herself to suck the guy's cock in order to 
get that coat? She quickly decided that she could. It was no big deal, it 
would be over in less than a minute. Hell, why not? It was always her policy 
to take men for everything she could get out of them, and if this little 
freak wanted to spend fifty bucks for a few second's pleasure, she might as 
well take advantage of it. Quickly she drew on her silk dressing gown and 
hurried down to the garden. 

In the shadow of the trees, Luther Braun waited nervously. If Miss Brown did 
not accept his offer, he felt he would kill himself. His lust was too much 
to live with. First he had tried Miss Green's room, thinking he stood a 
better chance with her, but she wasn't there. Unwilling to wait until she 
returned, he had written the note and slipped it under Mavis's door (having 
first made sure she was there by peeking through the keyhole). He knew Mavis 
was quick to anger: a note was better than a direct approach, it would give 
her time to cool off and think over his proposition. The fifty dollars would 
help, he was sure. Braun was a good judge of character, and he had spotted 
Mavis for a golddigger the first time he met her. 

Nervously he rubbed his crotch. He had no hard-on yet-he could never achieve 
one without the aid of a woman's mouth-and already he was boiling with lust. 
Please, please, let her come! As he paced beneath the trees, he thought he 
heard voices. He was wondering whether or not to investigate, when he saw 
someone approaching, a shadowy figure coming along the path. Then he broke 
into an ecstatic smile as he saw that it was Mavis. 

"Boys! Please!" moaned Hilda. She was still delivering her lecture to Sam 
and Marvin, but they were making it increasingly hard for her to concentrate 
on what she was saying. Marvin had his head inside the front of her robe and 
was greedily sucking and fondling her large red nipples. The sensation was 
delicious, she could hardly ignore it. Worse, Sam was kneeling between her 
legs and playing mischievously with her clit, so that in spite of her best 
intentions, she felt hot pussy juice flooding out of her cunt to soak her 
robe. "Boys!" she repeated desperately. "Are you listening to what I'm 
telling you? About the danger you're in?" 

"Yes, Miss Green!" they chorused gleefully. 

They knew the signs by now, the siffening of her huge jugs, and the creaming 
of her hot pussy. They knew they were getting her powerfully aroused. Just a 
moment more and, with any luck, she would give up her boring lecture and 
play with them. Marvin sucked all the harder at her stiff nipples, and Sam 
seized her plump slick clit between his fingers and rubbed it swiftly. 

"Ooooooo!" moaned Hilda. 

She was finding it very difficult to talk. She had lost her train of 
thought, couldn't remember what she was going to say next. A blind frenzy of 
lust overtook her, and with a loud, hungry moan, she suddenly grabbed Sam 
and fell to the grass with him, dragging Marvin along. The boys giggled, 
ready to submit to anything. Hilda clawed at the waistband of Sam's pajamas, 
pulled down the garment to bare his tight little ass, and thrust her tongue 
into his anus. 

"Ohhhhh! Jesus! Yeah!" wailed Sam. "Lick my ass! Aaaaahhhh!" 

Sam stayed submissively on his hands and knees while Hilda greedily reamed 
his asshole with her long hot tongue. Marvin, not to be left out, crawled up 
behind her and imitated her action, thrusting his slick pointy little tongue 
into her tight anus. 

"AHHHHH! God, YES!" shrieked Hilda. "Do it, darling, do it!" Never had she 
felt such exquisite pleasure as when Marvin's naughty little tongue inched 
inexorably up her pungent asshole. In seconds she was cumming thunderously, 
thrashing around on the grass. The boys took advantage of if and piled onto 
her, Sam straddling her chest and forcing his stiff prick into her gaping 
mouth, Marvin scrambling between her legs and poking his small ramrod into 
her bubbling, hot cunt. The boys humped away happily, and Hilda submitted 
blissfully, sucking Sam's fat little poker for all she was worth, working 
her powerful cunt muscles around Marvin's eagerly wiggling cock. To hell 
with her lecture, to hell with everything but this! She felt another orgasm 
building inside her and closed her eyes in ecstasy. 

Major Beadle had had no trouble finding the guilty trio. They were making 
enough noise to wake a city block. Fuming with rage and jealousy, he skulked 
in the bushes and watched their antics, sneering as he noted how easily the 
two boys distracted Hilda from her purpose and made her violently horny. 
Before the poor old spinster quite knew what was happening, she was rolling 
on the grass in a frantic ass-licking contest, and then she was getting it 
at both ends and loving it. Why should all that passion be wasted on two 
pimply-faced teenagers? She belonged to him, to the Major! Furiously, he 
tugged his painfully swollen cock out of his pajamas, and it lolled long and 
heavy and stiff in the moonlight. A small touch of fellow feeling made him 
decide to wait till the two boys had cum, but the instant they did so, he 
intended to claim Miss Green for himself! As for the boys, they had 
disobeyed his express orders not to see Miss Green again, and they would 
have to pay for it. He looked forward to expelling the little bastards-he 
didn't like their competition for Hilda's attention. 

Now he waited in the shadows, stroking his aching cock, barely containing 
his impatience, watching the ludicrous scene in the clearing. Hilda was 
sucking Sam's tiny stiff prick as if she hadn't eaten in a month, and the 
excited boy was pumping his hips and squealing with delight. Marvin was 
equally busy between her legs, poking her cunt frantically with his hard 
little tool. Then Hilda was cumming, making herself heard in spite of having 
her mouth stuffed. 

"UUMMMMPPFFF!" she grunted. "UUMMMMM!" 

"Oh, man!" sighed Sam as she sucked his cock all the harder. "I'm gonna 
shoot! Eeeee!" 

As fast as he jetted his cum, Hilda swallowed it, milking his balls dry, and 
when his tiny cock at last slipped limp and empty from her mouth, she licked 
her lips greedily, still moaning and writhing in her own powerful orgasm. 
Then it was Marvin's turn. 

"Ahhhh!" he yelped. "Aw, shit, it's great, ahhhh!" Hilda felt the steaming 
spurt of seed deep in her cunt, the twitching and writhing of his squirting 
cock, and then he slipped from her, panting and sighing. 

"Oh, boys," breathed Hilda, hugging them both to her, "that was lovely!" 

Major Beadle stepped into the clearing and applauded. 

Hilda gasped, and she and the boys stared at the tall intruder. He presented 
a ludicrous spectacle, hair and mustache rumpled from impatient fiddling, 
robe askew, enormous erect white cock protruding from the fly of his 
pajamas. 

"Well, well," he sneered, "it seems that none of you took my words very 
seriously. I ordered you boys to stay away from Miss Green. And, Miss Green, 
I ordered you to be available when I wanted you. All of you saw fit to 
ignore those commands. Very well, I will punish you. Beginning with you, 
Miss Green, here and now." Striding up to them, he shoved the boys aside, 
grabbed Hilda, and flipped her over on her hands and knees. "This is a 
punishment you're not going to forget!" he growled, kneeling behind her. 

Sam and Marvin watched, pop-eyed. Their first impulse had been to defend 
Miss Green, but now their attention was distracted by the sight of the 
Major's gigantic cock lolling white and menacing in the moonlight. Half 
envious, half awed, they could not take their eyes off it. They were getting 
a much better view than from the knotholes, a chance to watch some adult 
action at close range. It was simply not a chance they could pass up. They 
didn't even hear Hilda's whimpering protests as Major Beadle mounted her 
from behind. On the contrary, they crept closer to get a better view. 

The Major would have been annoyed if he'd noticed them, but he, too, was 
absorbed in only one thing. Seizing his bloated cock, he wedged the purplish 
head against the tight brown puckered , mouth of Hilda's asshole and began 
to push. She screamed. 

"Oh, God, NO!" she cried. "Please, not that! You'll kill me!" 

"Shut up!" snarled the Major. "This'll teach you not to disobey me in the 
future!" And grabbing her hips so she couldn't pull away, he rammed his 
enormous cruel cock into her tiny asshole.... 

Mavis came through the woods swaying her hips and popping her chewing gum, 
not exactly a glamorous sight to the waiting Luther Braun. He was not going 
to quibble about her appearance, however. She could have been his 
grandmother for all he cared about looks. The important thing was that she 
had come, that she had accepted his offer. He shivered with excitement. 

"Ah, good evening, Miss Brown," he purred, "how pleasant to see you! You got 
my note, I assume." 

"Cut the cackle," said Mavis coolly. "Just give me the money, and let's get 
it over with." 

"But of course!" squeaked Braun. "I have it right here, just as I promised." 
He fumbled in his pockets and fished out a roll of bills. Mavis snatched it, 
held it up to the light, and counted it, then tucked it away in the cleavage 
of her swelling tits. 

"Okay, buster," she said, snapping her gum, "let's find a place where I can 
sit down while I do it. I don't wanta get grass stains on my clothes." 

"Certainly, certainly," cried Braun. "There is a bench not far away. Come 
with me." 

He scurried along, dying of impatience, and Mavis struggled to keep up with 
him. They had almost reached the clearing with the stone bench when they 
heard a piercing scream. 

"What the hell was that?" said Mavis. 

"I have no idea," replied Braun nervously. "I suppose we had better 
investigate. Perhaps a lady in distress...." He trailed off, cursing 
inwardly. Something would happen to interrupt his eagerly anticipated 
blow-job! 

They crept toward the clearing, which seemed to be the source of the noise, 
and parting the bushes, they gawked at a most surprising scene. While two of 
the students watched in total absorption, Major Beadle, headmaster of the 
school, snorting and growling, was buggering a screaming, writhing Miss 
Green. 

"Jesus H. Christ," said Mavis. 

Braun wasn't sure what to do. If he broke in on the scene, the Major would 
be furious, and Braun would probably lose his job. On the other hand, Hilda 
was clearly in pain. The man had a gigantic cock, far too large for her 
narrow anus. Was it right just to stand there and let her suffer? Helplessly 
he turned to Mavis. "What should we do?" he whispered. 

Mavis glared at him. "Help her, of course, you creep! He's killing her!" 

Then, without waiting for Braun, she dashed into the clearing.... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Hilda thought she would die of pain as the Major's enormous stiff penis 
rammed brutally into the virgin tunnel of her anus. She felt the shit 
passage stretched, torn, split, and she screamed as loud as she could, 
praying the boys would help her. But they made no move to do so. Perhaps 
they were afraid of the Major. Hilda sobbed and tried to struggle loose of 
the impalement, but he held her too tightly, it was no use. Then, as if 
raping her asshole were not enough to satisfy him, he reached between her 
legs and shoved a thick finger up her cunt, plunging it in and out like a 
miniature prick. Hilda whined with shame-but not for long. In a matter of 
seconds she found that she enjoyed it. It distracted her mind from the 
vicious sawing of his hard cock, it was making her very horny. She relaxed a 
little and found that the buggering hurt less. She relaxed more and found 
that it didn't hurt at all. In fact, to her amazement, it was delicious, 
every bit as good as getting fucked. She'd had no idea that the anus could 
be such a powerful source of pleasure. She began to moan and whimper her 
delight. 

It was these sounds which deceived Luther and Mavis, who mistook them for 
cries of pain. Dimly Hilda saw Mavis striding angrily into the clearing, 
with Herr Braun trailing timidly behind her. 

"He hurting you, honey?" Mavis demanded. 

The two boys gawked at her, and the Major glared at her, hardly pausing in 
his brutal assfuck strokes, then bellowed, "Get the hell out of here, Mavis! 
Can't you see this is private?" 

"I'm waiting for her answer," Mavis said stubbornly. "If you're hurting her, 
I'm gonna put a stop to this!" 

Hilda was just as annoyed as Major Beadle at the interruption. She was very 
close to cumming, and Mavis's hostile presence was distracting her from her 
pleasure. However, she realized that Mavis only wanted to help, and she was 
grateful. She managed to croak out, "N-no, it's all right, thank you! I'm 
enjoying it! OH!" she exclaimed suddenly, as the Major gave her a 
particularly delicious set of strokes with cock and finger. "Ohhhh! YES!" 

"There, you see!" grinned Major Beadle, who was beginning to work up a 
sweat. "Now bug off!" 

"Humphf," said Mavis. "I don't see how you can stand doing it that way, 
either of you, but it's your funeral." She turned to the quivering Luther 
Braun. "Well, let's get on with it. There's that bench you were talking 
about." She discarded her gum, strode to the bench, and waited. 

Braun was a little embarrassed, having to perform in front of other people, 
but he comforted himself with the thought that they were all absorbed in 
what Major Beadle was doing to Hilda. Shyly he pulled out his short limp 
cock, gave it a reassuring caress, and walked over to where Mavis sat 
impatiently on the bench. 

She eyed his crotch and scowled. "Shit, you ain't even got a hard-on yet!" 

"But that is your job," replied Braun, growing rapidly excited as he studied 
her pouting, lipsticked mouth. "It will get hard very fast when you start 
sucking my dick." 

"If you say so," yawned Mavis. "Well, let's go." She seized his plump ass, 
pulled him close to her, and quickly sucked his limp white prick into her 
hot mouth. She'd never sucked a cock before, but she'd seen others do it, 
and she figured she could do as good a job as anybody else. Drawing in her 
cheeks sharply, and using her tongue to press his flabby little organ 
against the slick roof of her mouth, she began sucking his cock hard and 
fast. Braun clutched her shoulders and gave a piercing squeal of delight. 

"Eeeee! Yes! Good!" he squeaked. Already he felt stiffness and strength 
flowing into his aroused penis. 

His squeal drew the attention of the others. Sam and Marvin scurried over to 
watch Mavis's performance, and Major Beadle and Hilda, even in the wildness 
of their pleasure, raised their heads to watch, too. Both of them felt 
strangely excited. 

"Hang on, old girl," the Major cried hoarsely to Hilda, "I'm going to ram 
this meat all the way to your throat!" 

"Oh, do it! DO IT!" wailed Hilda, working her ass frantically around his 
deep-plunging cock.... 

Back on the third floor of the academy, everyone was asleep but Ralph 
Webster, the bashful teacher of English and history. Unable to fall asleep, 
he had turned on his bedside lamp and tried to read the next day's 
assignment, but he couldn't concentrate. Webster knew what was keeping him 
restless and wakeful-he needed a woman so badly, he was ready to commit 
rape. He cursed to himself, chiefly damning his shyness, which kept him from 
acquiring a woman of his own. He was a normal healthy male, but he could not 
summon the courage to speak to a girl, and the result was horrible sexual 
frustration. 

Sighing loudly, Webster climbed out of bed and began to strip, thinking a 
cold shower might do the job. He had to get his mind off fucking, at least 
long enough to fall asleep. As he tossed aside his pajamas, he studied 
himself in the full-length mirror of the bathroom door. Really, for a guy of 
forty-five, he was in good shape. In a suit he looked skinny, but naked he 
showed up hard and trim and well-muscled. He couldn't help admiring his 
cock, which seemed to hang halfway to his knees even in its flaccid state. 
Too bad he had no woman to enjoy it. 

He heard scurrying noises in the hall, and he sighed again. During his year 
at Hillcrest Academy he'd suspected there was some kind of hanky-panky going 
on in Mavis Brown's room at night, and many times he had lain awake, 
listening to the unmistakable noises of passion and wishing he had the 
courage to join in. Now, imagining what was going on next door, he felt his 
long cock stiffen, looked in the mirror and saw it stand to attention. Damn 
it all! He might as well be sensible about it. The only thing to do was go 
in the John and jerk off. 

But as Webster stood before the toilet mournfully pumping his erect and 
aching penis, he began to think of Hilda Green. Now there was a woman! She 
had dignity, intelligence, and fine manners, unlike that slut Mavis. Miss 
Green also had a superb pair of tits and a damned fine pair of legs. Webster 
recalled her appearance and wanted her so badly he almost drooled. What the 
hell was he doing, jacking off? That was kid stuff, and he was a man! 
Angrily, he stuffed his resisting cock back into his pajamas and stalked out 
of the John. He would take a walk in the garden and try to think things out 
calmly. There had to be a better solution to his problem than masturbation. 
He jammed on his horn-rimmed glasses, combed his thinning brown hair, put on 
his robe, and went downstairs. 

"Oh, my God!" wailed Hilda. "I'm cumming! Do it to me, darling, hard, HARD!" 

"Aaagghhhh!" bellowed Major Beadle, who was also cumming in a snorting, 
humping frenzy. He rammed his fat cock into her anus so hard that she fell 
on her face in the grass, taking him with her, and there they writhed out 
their howling climax. 

"My goodness!" Luther Braun exclaimed appreciatively. Even as Mavis sucked 
his cock deliciously, he had watched the other pair, which added enormously 
to his excitement. In fact he was so excited by their climax that he 
promptly shot his load into Mavis's busily sucking mouth, squealing with 
pleasure as he did so. She gagged, spat his dick out, and turned away to 
spit out his cum, but this did not bother Braun. He didn't care what a woman 
did with his load once he'd gotten rid of it. With a happy sigh, he sank to 
the grass to rest. 

"Well, boys," he remarked to the gawking Sam and Marvin, "a liberal 
education, no? Much more interesting than anything you get in class." 

Sam and Marvin sniggered. Herr Braun was a little weird, but all the boys 
liked him. He was always cracking slightly dirty jokes in class, unlike 
Major Beadle who was grim, tough, and incredibly boring. 

"Well, shit," said Mavis wearily, "I hope you got your money's worth." 

"Indeed I did, Miss Brown," Luther sighed. "You did very well." 

"I say!" exclaimed Major Beadle, who had now recovered. "Let's have another 
round!" He was in an excellent mood, not even angry at the boys any longer. 
"Poor little chaps," he chuckled, eyeing their bulging crotches, "we forgot 
all about you, didn't we? Miss Green, you'll have to take care of them." 

"Oh, no!" Hilda was exhausted, disgusted with herself, and wished only to 
escape the scene of the orgy. She felt she had had enough indiscriminate and 
kinky sex to last her the rest of her life. "Please," she said and sighed, 
"let me go to bed now. I've done enough for one night." 

"Nonsense!" the Major cried jovially. "We can't let anyone go away 
unsatisfied. Look at these poor fellows, take pity on them." He chuckled as 
Hilda eyed the boys' erections in horror. "Come on, boys," he said and 
grinned, "Miss Green'll take care of you." He felt titillated and very much 
aroused by the idea of watching Hilda suck off both boys at once. 

Marvin and Sam didn't hesitate. They were unbearably horny and had no 
thought of sparing Miss Green. Also vivid in their minds was what Mavis had 
done for Herr Braun. They wanted the same thing for themselves. They rushed 
over to where Hilda lay on the grass, pulled out their ready pricks, and 
both tried to stuff them in her mouth at once. 

"Ummpphhh! No!" cried Hilda, shaking her head and trying to push the boys 
away. 

Major Beadle glowered at her, then whispered fiercely, "Remember, I know all 
your secrets! Do as I say, or I'll bring in the police!" 

With a loud sob, Hilda opened her mouth, seeing no way out of her 
predicament. Marvin and Sam popped their cocks inside, and she began sucking 
both dicks mechanically, hoping to get it over with as fast as possible. But 
her submission had unforeseen consequences. 

First the Major, who had intended to be only a spectator, found his cock 
growing miraculously hard again as he watched. Well, that was no problem. 
With the boys kneeling on either side of Hilda's head, feeding her their 
pricks, her cunt was left free. With a snort of lust, the Major scrambled 
between her legs and jammed his thick penis into her cum-soaked vagina. 

Mavis watched, feeling very strange. Sucking Braun's cock had sickened her, 
so she couldn't understand why she was feeling horny all of a sudden, 
hornier than she'd ever felt in her life. Perhaps it was watching all those 
people do it. Perhaps it was jealousy of Hilda, who was getting all the 
attention. Whatever the cause, Mavis suddenly lost all control and ran to 
join the group. Major Beadle was kneeling between Hilda's legs, fucking her 
blissfully, and Mavis knelt behind him and began to play with his big hairy 
balls, at the same time wriggling her hot little tongue into his ass. The 
Major bellowed his satisfaction with this new development. 

It was all too much for Luther Braun, who felt his lust returning rapidly. 
He dashed over and knelt behind Mavis, flung her robe and nightgown up to 
her waist, and plunged his hungry tongue deep into her creamy cunt. 

"Oh, jeez, YEAH!" wailed Mavis. "Eat my muff, baby!" And having thus 
signaled her pleasure, she returned to reaming the Major's ass with her 
tongue. 

Strolling in the garden, absorbed in his own thoughts, Ralph Webster was not 
aware of the bizarre scene until he almost stumbled over it. Stepping into 
the clearing, he was suddenly aware of a wild, writhing tangle of bodies, an 
incredible concatenation of noises-squealing, moaning, shrieking, gurgling, 
sighing, and howling. He stopped still and gawked. My God! Was it real, or 
was he dreaming? 

A few moments of observation convinced Webster that the scene was real, all 
right, and he was powerfully tempted to join in. It looked as if anybody 
would be welcome. One thing held him back, however, and that was his strong 
suspicion that Hilda Green was participating only under protest: he saw the 
disgusted look on her face, her efforts to fight free of the tangle. He did 
not want to be part of any violence done to Miss Green. On the other hand, 
if he joined in, if he pretended to be part of the group, he might be able 
to ascertain her feelings for sure and then to assist her if necessary. 
Driven by this thought-and in a large measure by desperate horniness-Webster 
peeled off his robe and pajamas and dived into the pile of bodies.... 

Miss Maude Beecham, a small, thin, wrinkled spinster of seventy-seven, was 
walking her poodle, Misty. It was long past Miss Beecham's bedtime and she 
felt very much put out by Misty's sudden demand to be taken for a walk. Miss 
Beecham knew from sad experience, however, that if Misty were not taken out 
when he wanted it, he would retaliate later in the night by soiling her 
Persian carpet. Choosing the lesser of two evils, then, Miss Beecham allowed 
the dog to lead her down the quiet street beside Hillcrest Academy. 

Halfway down the block they heard the strange noises. Misty stiffened and 
growled, and Miss Beecham listened intently. It was like nothing she had 
ever heard before, nothing she could identify. Holding tightly to Misty's 
leash, she crossed the street and peered into the bushes of the Academy 
grounds. For a moment she stopped breathing, and then her face slowly went 
indignant and horrified. An orgy of naked people! Grown-ups and little kids! 
A real orgy! Miss Beecham had heard and read of things like this before, but 
she had never really believed it till now. Well, she would soon put a stop 
to it! She would never allow this kind of thing to take place in her 
neighborhood! 

Misty was sniffing eagerly and seemed inclined to join the depraved group, 
but Miss Beecham relentlessly dragged him away. Tottering along as fast as 
she could, she reached her house, snatched up the telephone, and in a 
quavery voice, spoke to the police.... 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

In the hot tangle of bodies, Ralph Webster at first had trouble even 
identifying Hilda. His own lust was another hindrance to his search, for he 
was powerfully tempted to linger and get in on the action. It had been a 
long time, far too long, since he'd been laid. But he heard Hilda's 
whimpering, her feeble protests, once again, and that spurred him on. 

Sam and Marvin were cumming in her mouth with squeals of delight when Ralph 
finally reached her. As the boys fell aside to rest on the grass, Hilda 
stared at Ralph, no doubt wondering how he happened along. 

"Miss Green!" he cried. "Are you here by your own free will?" 

"Dear God, no!" sobbed Hilda. "Please, help me get away!" 

Webster needed no more encouragement than that. He wanted to do something to 
impress this attractive woman, something to draw her attention to him, and 
this was his chance. He seized Hilda and started to drag her out from under 
the pile of writhing bodies. The only person to notice or complain was Major 
Beadle-with good cause, for he was happily fucking Hilda and suddenly felt 
her warm juicy cunt slip off his starved cock. 

"What the hell?" he muttered. "Come back here!" 

"Never mind her, honey!" cried Mavis, who had now noticed what was 
happening. "Do it to me! Oh, God, how I need it!" 

At that point, Major Beadle didn't care who he balled, so long as he got 
some relief, and with a snort of lust, he scrambled beneath Mavis, jammed 
his stiff prick into her dripping cunt, and continued humping as if he had 
never been interrupted. Mavis wailed her delight, while behind her, Luther 
Braun went on happily licking and probing her asshole. Marvin and Sam 
crouched near to watch the proceedings, timidly touching and caressing 
Mavis's big bouncing tits. 

Webster couldn't help grinning. "Well," he whispered to Hilda, "looks like 
they don't need us. Let's get out of here." 

Hilda nodded, and they fled. 

Both Hilda and Ralph were basically shy people, but in the excitement of 
their escape, it wasn't until they reached her room that they really became 
conscious of each other or of themselves. Then Webster realized that, having 
left his pajamas and robe in the garden, he was stark naked; and Hilda 
realized that her gown was torn, her breasts hanging loose and bare. They 
stared at each other and blushed. Hilda was thinking what a kind man Ralph 
Webster was and how attractive; she wondered that she had scarcely noticed 
him before. Webster was thinking how pretty Hilda looked with her hair loose 
and wild, and he wanted to fondle her big beautiful tits more than he'd ever 
wanted anything in his life. 

At last Hilda laughed and tossed him a blanket. "Please, sit down," she 
said, drawing her robe around her breasts, "and tell me how you happened to 
find us." 

Webster wrapped himself in the blanket and came to sit beside her on the 
bed. "Oh," he said casually, "I was just taking a walk in the garden when it 
happened. It wasn't an easy thing to miss." They both laughed shyly, and 
then he went on, "I'm just very sorry I didn't get there sooner. What a 
terrible thing it was for you!" 

Hilda reddened and looked down at the floor. If he only knew! True, she 
hadn't wanted to take part in the orgy, but up to that point she'd loved 
every minute of her adventure in the garden with Sam, Marvin, and the Major. 
How could she ever explain to this good, gentle man the extent of her lust? 
Someone like Ralph Webster was just what she needed-one kind, decent man of 
her own, and she'd never need any bizarre adventures again. But he must 
never know her true nature. 

Meanwhile Webster was ogling her voluptuous body and thinking how badly he 
wanted to fuck her. He needed a woman of his own so desperately, and Hilda 
seemed right for him in every way, except that she appeared so reserved, 
modest, and prudish. His woman had to be lusty, had to love sex-would it 
ever be possible to bring Hilda around to this point of view? "Miss Green," 
he said gently, taking her hand. 

"Call me Hilda," she said and smiled. "You've earned the right." 

"Call me Ralph," he replied, summoning up his courage. "Miss-Hilda, there's 
something I've wanted to tell you from the moment we met. I-I find you very 
attractive. We think alike, too. I just have a feeling we'd get along very 
well if we knew each other better. Is there a chance you'd want that?" He 
stopped, red-faced and awed at his own courage, praying he hadn't offended 
her. 

Hilda's heart pounded. Ralph seemed the answer to all her problems, and he 
was attracted to her! If only she didn't muff it by coming on too strong! 
Timidly she answered, "I'd like that very much, Ralph. I find you very 
attractive, too." 

"Hilda!" In his delight, he forgot himself and threw his arms around her, 
kissing her passionately. To his joy, she responded, and they fell back on 
the bed, his blanket slipping off and her robe falling open. He felt the 
magnificent swelling of her big tits against his bare chest, and immediately 
he had the hardest, strongest erection of his life. 

Hilda felt it, too, felt the biggest cock she'd ever known stiffening and 
nudging against her belly. Her cunt creamed wildly, and she wanted his dick 
inside her. "Oh, Ralph!" she gurgled. 

"Hilda?" He was fondling her breasts now, but still uncertain of his 
welcome. Anxiously he looked down at her flushed face, trying to read her 
thoughts. "Hilda, do you want to-?" He left out the vulgar word that came to 
his mind. 

But she knew exactly what he meant. "Oh, yes, Ralph!" she cooed. "Yes, I 
do!" 

Trembling with joy and excitement, Ralph quickly drew off her nightgown and 
mounted her, his cock twitching and creaming. Hilda trembled, too. Never had 
she been so excited about a man, never had she wanted anyone so much as she 
wanted Ralph Webster. As the huge fat head of his cock entered the pulsing 
mouth of her cunt, she gasped and opened her legs wide to him. His 
magnificent giant prick slid slowly, deliciously into her. 

"Ohhhhh! Yes, yes!" she moaned, forgetting her modesty now. "Fuck me, Ralph! 
I want you so badly!" 

"Ummmm!" sighed Ralph. "I want you, Hilda! I've wanted to fuck you since the 
moment I first saw you!" Her cunt was amazingly tight and juicy, delicious 
to probe with his sensitive cockhead. He sighed again as he achieved full 
penetration and felt his swollen balls nestle against her ass. Then, denied 
this pleasure far too long, he began to bang her like a madman. 

"Oh, yes, yes, YES!" wailed Hilda, wrapping her long legs around his 
buttocks, urging him deeper into her. "I love it, Ralph! Ahhhhhh!" 

Ralph Webster felt he could ask nothing more of life. She was his, and she 
was far more passionate than he'd dreamed. He would never let this woman go. 
And Hilda was thinking similar thoughts. Ralph Webster was everything she 
needed in a man-a real gentleman who was also a tremendous stud. She would 
have no need for other men-or boys-if she had Ralph. 

In their wild excitement, they were cumming violently in less than a minute, 
Hilda screaming and bucking, Ralph almost sobbing as his long-denied balls 
emptied their load of stored-up cum, stream after stream that flooded her 
narrow cunt and overflowed to pool on the bedspread beneath them. 

When they caught their breath, he grinned shyly but proudly at her and said, 
"Good enough for you?" 

"Oh, dear, yes!" sighed Hilda, hugging him. Then,-more seriously, "Oh, 
Ralph, if only we could get away from this awful place! I want to be with 
you, but not at Hillcrest." 

He nodded in complete agreement. "No problem. I can get another job any day. 
Why don't we get dressed and tell Major Beadle we're quitting?" 

"Wonderful!" cried Hilda. 

When they were dressed they went hand-in-hand to the garden. "We'd getter 
not bust in on him if he's still wrapped up in his orgy," Ralph said and 
grinned. "He'd be sore as hell. Let's just take a look, and if he's-uh, 
preoccupied, we can just leave him a note." 

"Right!" agreed Hilda. 

They crept up to the clearing, and, sure enough, the orgy was still in full 
swing. Even more astounding acrobatics had been introduced to the scene by 
now. Mavis crouched before Luther Braun, sucking his fat little cock, while 
Major Beadle lay beneath her poking her dripping cunt with his prodigious 
tool, and behind her, balling her in the ass, Sam was just cumming with a 
joyous yelp-no sooner had he staggered away, then Marvin took his place, 
ramming his stiff little rod into Mavis's tight pungent asshole. 

"Well," giggled Hilda, "I guess we'd better not interrupt! We-" She stopped 
abruptly as she heard heavy footsteps in the woods. "What's that?" 

Ralph peered into the shadows. "My God, the cops! Somebody in the 
neighborhood must have called them! Let's get out of here, we don't want to 
be involved in this!" 

He grabbed Hilda's hand and they crept away, quickly but quietly. In the 
distance they could hear voices: 

"Major Calvin Beadle? You're under arrest." 

"Confound it!" came the Major's voice. "Right in the middle of a glorious 
fuck! Couldn't you have had the decency to wait?" 

They didn't hear the policeman's reply. They rushed upstairs, threw their 
belongings into suitcases, and prepared to leave Hillcrest Academy forever. 
Hilda, however, could not resist taking one more look out the window. Down 
below they saw the police leading away Major Beadle, Mavis, and Luther 
Braun. 

"I wonder what happened to the boys?" said Hilda. 

Her question was answered by smothered giggles. She and Ralph whirled around 
and saw Sam and Marvin standing in the doorway of her room. 

"We got away!" Sam cried gleefully. "Oh, man, was the Major pissed!" 

"I'll bet he was!" chuckled Ralph. "Well, you fellows run along to bed now. 
You've had a long day." 

When the boys had gone, Hilda said, "Well, I don't think we ought to leave 
just yet. Someone should stay with the boys till tomorrow, and then we can 
contact their parents and send them home." Her suitcase was on the bed, and 
she leaned over it to fish out a clean nightgown. Ralph, grinning to 
himself, approached her from behind and raised her skirt. 

"I agree," he said softly, "we can't abandon the boys. And I've just thought 
of a wonderful way to pass the time." He quickly pulled down her panties and 
eased his erect cock between her legs, searching out the moist hot mouth of 
her cunt. When he found it, he sighed and slipped his long prick inside. 

"Why, Ralph!" squealed Hilda. "What a marvelous idea!" 


THE END
