"Going Down: Hilda's Day At The Beach"
Written by Chantal Lefleur
Hilda Humper pulled into the parking lot of the local lakeside park,
her red convertable drawing the attention of some teenaged boys who
were milling around a parked pickup truck talking to the driver and
its occupants. With her almost platinum blonde hair blowing in the
breeze, her voluptuous body packed into a too small sundress that
barely covered her sizeable assets, she was a vision of loveliness,
the object of young men's wet dreams. One young lad looked in her
direction, raised his fingers to his lips and gave her a loud,
appreciative wolf whistle. Hilda giggled to herself, knowing full
well the effect she had on men with her blonde hair, tiny waist, full
hips and a set of breasts that were the size of basketballs, usually
packed into clothing one size too small, giving the impression that
if she moved too quickly, she would burst right out of it. Finally
bringing her car to a halt and putting it into park, she glanced at
herself in the rear view mirror, patted her hair back into place and
checked her lipstick. Opening the car door, she stood up and walked
around to the back of her car before opening the trunk and reaching
into it for her beach umbrella, a couple of beach towels, her bag,
which constained sunscreen, liquid refreshment and a couple of
snacks, and placed them on the ground beside the back end of her car.
Reaching her hands up to the back of her neck, Hilda untied the bow
that held the straps of her sundress together and let the dress slip
down her body until it bunched around her ankles and was grabbed and
placed into the trunk. Beneath her sundress, Hilda was wearing a very
revealing bikini which consisted of a thong and a top that was so
small that it barely concealed each of her pert pink nipples and
their surrounding pale pink areolas.
"Oh my fucking shit, will you get a look at that?" one of the young
boys called out, elbowing his friend in the ribs to get his
attention. "Look at the big fucking knockers on that chick. Holy
shit, I've never seen ones that big before!"
"Damn," said his friend in response. "I'd sure like to bend that
bitch over."
Overhearing them, Hilda giggled aloud before closing the trunk of her
car, picking up her belongings and heading in the direction of the
beach. As she walked, her triple J cup sized boobies jiggled and
bounced provocatively with every step, causing the eyes of every
single one of those teenaged boys to turn in her direction, each
young lad stunned into silence at the vision before him. She shimmied
her shoulders purposely, which in turn caused her enormous boobage to
place extra strain on the flimsy bikini top that was stretched to
capacity trying to restrain them in place. One thing Hilda Humper
knew for sure, her breasts were her most powerful attribute, leaving
a trail of weak-kneed men in their wake. Hilda's firm, round ass
waggled saucily from side to side as she made her way towards the
beach. She smiled sweetly at the boys as she walked past them, her
hips sashaying and her boobies quivering like gelatin, knowing that
she had their undivided attention.
"What's the matter, boys?" she inquired naughtily. "Never seen a pair
of big fucking titties before?"
"Not that big," came the immediate rejoinder from the tallest of the
boys present. "Those fucking things must be about the size of
basketballs."
"Actually," Hilda responded with a wink. "I think I'm bigger than a
couple of basketballs, tee hee hee. And they're real."
"Wow, they're pretty spectacular, all right," one of the boys said,
thinking aloud. "I'd love to play with your big fun bags, maybe even
put my pecker between them sometime. That would fucking rock."
"Well, let's see what you've got down there, sweetheart," Hilda said,
dropping to her knees in front of the boy, lowering the fly on his
Levi jeans and insinuating her small, well manicured hand with its
bright red fingernail polish into the opening in the front of his
boxers, extracting his already slightly tumescent cock. "I just love
the young wienies."
"Oh my goodness, he's a big fucker, isn't he?" she asked
rhetorically, locking her lips around his considerable girth and
sucking on him noisily while people passing by looked on either in
horror or with regret that they weren't the lucky recipient of her
largesse. "It's like a big fucking metal detector, tee hee."
Less than ten minutes later.......
"Holy fucking shit," the boy cried out loud. "I'm
commiiinnninggggggg! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Swallowing his copious load noisily and with gusto, Hilda wiped the
stray jism from her lips and chin with the corner of her beach towel
and with a satisfied Cheshire Cat smile, smacked her lips.
"Mmmm, mmmmm, that was sure yummy, gummy baby batter. Thanks,
sweetie, that's some fun shit," Hilda told him in a breathy
whisper. "Nothing like a good cocksucking to start the day, as my
mother always said, tee hee."
"Yeah, thanks there, Big Titties," the boy she had just sucked off
replied, wiping his wet dick with a strand of her blonde mane,
leaving a string of cum in her hair before placing his pecker back in
his pants and rearranging his clothing. "I bet you could suck a golf
ball through a garden hose, lady. You're quite the big tittied cum
guzzler."
Patting him gently on the crotch as she stood up and turned to leave,
she tossed her head over her shoulder and as a parting remark
said, "Have a great day at the beach, boys. Suck you later,
sweetheart!"
The buxom blonde bimbo with a penchant for fucking or sucking any
available wee wee walked across the strip of lawn that separated the
asphalt parking lot from the sandy beach, stopping momentarily to
take in the beach area and decide which part of it would be the best
place for her to spread out her beach towel and begin her sunbathing.
Seeing an area that provided the space needed, she turned and picked
her way across the hot sand, trying not to step on any of the people
lying on their beach towels in the hopes of acquiring the perfect tan.
"Oh my goodness," she heard one women exclaim to her husband. "Will
you look at that tart? That woman must be at least in her mid to late
thirties and she's wearing such a tiny bikini, her big fucking
boobies and her ass are just about popping out of it. Don't you think
that's disgraceful, dear?"
Turning his head in the direction in which his wife was pointing, the
husband in question took one look at Hilda's megaton bombs and felt
an immediate stirring in his loins, his cock leaping up
guiltily. "No, dear, I think she looks positively ravishing. She has
a great ass and spectacular titties. I don't see what the problem is."
"Oh, you men are all alike," his wife spat at him angrily. "Stop
staring at her, dear, you're making a spectacle of yourself. I've got
big titties too."
"Not as big as those motherfuckers," he replied with a grin, rubbing
his bulging hard-on. "Makes me wish I was a baby again. You look like
a schoolgirl next to those plumpers. I'd tittiefuck the shit out of
her."
As Hilda made her way across the crowded beach, all male heads turned
towards her and all cocks rose hopefully in her direction, straining
at the fabric of a multitude of bathing trunks being worn by men of
all shapes, sizes and ages. Her tits were wobbling like Jello in an
earthquake with every step, so big, like luscious melons just ripe
for the picking. Hilda knew what attention magnets they were and how
effective, laughing inwardly as she saw the desired response among
most, if not all, of the wee wees on the beach. She swung her hips
with every step she took, her large, round but firm ass swaying from
side to side, promoting lascivious glances from nearly every
adolescent or adult male present. Most of the women on the beach were
grabbing their small children and shielding their eyes with one hand
while smacking their husbands in aggravation with the other.
Finally finding the perfect spot, Hilda took a moment to stretch
casually, thrusting her ripe, oversized melons outwardly as she did
so, creating concern from sunbathers close to her that her big
breasts were going to rip the straps of her bikini top, exposing her
huge expanse of tittie flesh to all and sundry. Giggling inwardly at
the reaction of those close to her, Hilda spread out her large beach
towel, put her umbrella up so as to shield her head from the hot sun
while leaving her body exposed to its warm rays before stretching out
to lay down on her abdomen, planning to enjoy the latest woman's
magazine while she acquired a tan.
"Fuck!" said Hilda, to no one in particular. "My big fucking titties
are so large that I can't even fucking lie down. They keep my neck
and shoulders suspended in mid air so I can't lay my head down, tee
hee hee. This is no good. I can't get comfortable."
Looking around her, she spied a young child who, shovel in hand, was
engrossed in the task of building a sand castle.
"Hey, kid," Hilda called out to him. "Let me use that shovel for a
second, will you?"
The child in question walked towards Hilda uncertainly, but held out
the shovel for her to relieve him of it. Getting on her knees in the
sand and leaning over, Hilda moved her beach towel out of the way and
began digging feverishly, her voluptuous ass pointed towards the sky,
her luscious tittie globes producing cleavage so deep that it could
have concealed weapons of mass destruction.
"Are you going to make a sand castle, lady?" the young child inquired
curiously. "If you are, can I help you? Mine isn't going so well."
"No," Hilda responded somewhat peevishly as she continued
digging. "I'm not making a sand castle. Now go away, you bother me,
you tittie baby. I bet you're about nine or ten years old, aren't
you, you big fucking pussy? Run back to your Momma's titties, cause
you sure aren't getting any of my big ones."
The young child looked at Hilda with tears welling in his eyes before
turning and running to a woman who was sitting nearby on a towel
under a large beach umbrella, engrossed in the latest fictional best
seller. After listening to her child's story, the woman got up from
her towel and walked angrily in Hilda's direction.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" the woman spat out
angrily. "Is that any way to speak to a child?"
"Can't you see I'm trying to dig a couple of fucking holes?" Hilda
responded, her ire rising as she continued to fill the borrowed
shovel with sand and remove it from the holes she was working
on. "The kid can have the shovel back when I'm done, okay?"
The angry mother reached out and ripped the shovel from Hilda's grasp
before taking hold of her child's hand roughly and dragging him away,
back to their own space on the crowded beach.
"Supercilious bitch!" Hilda muttered under her breath, wondering how
she was going to finish excavating the holes she had begun. "The
nerve of some people."
Looking in the direction in which the mother had dragged the child
away, Hilda saw the child pull at the strings of his mother's bikini
top until it fell off into her lap. Lying on the towel with his head
in his mother's lap, he wrapped his puckered, bow shaped mouth around
her nipple and sucked on it, tears coursing down his face, still
reddened with anger.
"That's okay, sweetie," the mother cooed to her child soothingly,
her hand under his chin. "You just never mind that mean lady."
"I hate fucking exhibitionists," Hilda said, loud enough for the
party in question to hear her. "I hate it when mothers breastfeed in
public. Whatever happened to morals and public decency?"
Finally deciding that her hands would do the job nearly as well as a
shovel, Hilda began scooping up handfuls of sand and moving them from
the holes to another location beside her towel. The holes had to be
pretty deep, she thought, flattening her breasts against the sand as
she reached down into her excavations to remove more sand. After a
few minutes, deciding that she had reached the desired depth and
width, Hilda once more spread out her towel, being sure to make a
production of it by wiggling her ass salaciously and bending over as
far as she could to give any man within viewing distance a very close
and provocative view down the chasm that separated her twin peaks.
Poking part of the towel down into the two side by side holes, Hilda
layed down again, this time placing each of her breasts into the
holes she had just dug, which turned out to be just the perfect size
to accomodate what her son Henry called the "biggest and most
beautiful titties in the world."
At last able to lie down in comfort, Hilda suddenly realized that she
had forgotten to put on some sunscreen. Because she had very pale
blonde hair and the skin type to match it, she knew she must use a
strong SPF to keep her delicate skin from burning and peeling. She
pulled the sunscreen from the bag she had packed and sitting up,
applied it liberally to her arms and the front of her legs, doing it
so slowly and sensually that she could almost hear the cocks swelling
around her, straining at the fabric of the swim trunks that contained
them.
"Shit!" she said to herself in a low voice. "How the hell am I going
to spread this on my back and the back of my legs? If I don't get
this stuff on, I'll look like a boiled lobster at the end of the day.
What am I going to do?"
The man lying on the towel next to hers overhead Hilda's mutterings
and sat up.
"May I be of some assistance, ma'am? he asked in a pleasantly deep
voice. "I couldn't help but overhear and I'd be most happy to spread
the lotion on your back if you want me to."
Hilda looked over and was stunned by what she saw. The gentleman was
around twenty-five years old as close as she could estimate, tall,
well built and almost as blonde as she was, although he seemed to
have less delicate skin than her since he sported a bronze colored
tan that reminded Hilda of a Greek god. His chest was broad and firm,
with just a small clump of chest hair, his waist trim, hips narrow,
on top of a set of long, tanned legs. Almost unconsciously, Hilda's
eyes roamed his tall form, resting finally on the area that was
hidden behind the thin fabric of a pretty revealing, colorful Speedo
swimsuit.
"Why, thank you," Hilda said sweetly, batting her eyelashes and
jutting out her tantalizingly titanic titties, barely restrained by
the miniscule bikini top she was wearing.
She breathed in as deeply as she could, her chest rising and falling
in a manner that rhythmically pushed her chest out in an amazingly
delectable fashion, something that was certainly not lost on the man
sitting on the towel next to hers.
"That's so very sweet of you to offer."
"Lie down then," he instructed Hilda, as he moved to her towel and
kneeled down beside her prone form and began to apply the sunscreen
liberally to her back, the exposed cheeks of her buttocks and the
back of her legs, including the soles of her feet. "There, that ought
to do the trick!"
"I'm ever so grateful," Hilda told him coyly. "But I'm afraid that in
this little itsy bitsy bikini I'm wearing, my big fucking titties are
going to get burned. Do you think you could put some lotion on them
for me?"
Without even waiting for a response, Hilda quickly doffed the bikini
top, leaving her enormous chest exposed to his gaze before turning
her body so that her mammoth mammary mounds were within his easy
reach.
"Why, I'd be happy to, ma'am, but do you think this tiny little
bottle of sunscreen is enough to cover the acreage of titflesh you
have on your chest?" the gentleman asked politely, his jaw dropping
and his eyes bulging slightly as he took in the view before him. "My
goodness, your fucking boobies are nearly making my eyes bulge right
out of my head. I've seen some pretty big titties in my day, but none
that could even come close to equating yours."
"I don't think that's all that's bulging out, tee hee hee," said
Hilda, looking down and taking in the noticable bulge in the front of
his Speedo swimsuit. "Seems like your big fucking prick is nearly
bulging right out of your suit, tee hee."
When Hilda laughed, her gigantic breasts heaved and shook, jiggled
and bounced in such a manner that soon all the men within viewing
distance of her noticed a considerable swell beginning in their
nether regions, a reaction that Hilda had come to expect any time her
considerable assets were unveiled. Hilda knew the raw power of her
ponderous chest. They had brought more men to her bed for sucking and
fucking than she could ever count. No man could resist her fabulous
bounty and she loved using her big titties to her advantage,
sometimes causing grown men to weep in their eagerness and desire to
fondle, caress and suckle her.
Taking the sunscreen bottle in his hand again, the gentleman who had
come to her assistance began to spread the lotion liberally all over
the mountainous swells of Hilda's chest, making sure to get it under
her breasts and between them, assuring that she would not sustain a
serious burn to such a delicate and prominent part of her anatomy. He
took his time, savoring the feel of her soft, pillowy flesh,
lingering on her pretty pink areolas and paying special attention to
her pert nipples, rubbing the oil on with the flat of his hands
before carefully massaging the oil deeply into her delightfully
scrumptious and seemingly fragile mammillary peaks. In doing so, the
handsome stranger soon realized to his dismay that his pecker was
standing at full attention and the mushroom tip of it was beginning
to poke above the elasticized waist of his Speedo.
"Peek a boo, I see you!" Hilda squealed delightedly, clapping her
hands together gleefully, causing her breasts to sway from side to
side, naked and liberated from the prison of her bikini top, the
fleshy balloons bobbing joyous and free. "I see London, I see France,
I see wee wee with a glance. My, he's such a handsome fellow, tee hee
hee. Can I give him a kiss on his sweet little ol' pee wee head?"
"I guess I'm busted," the young gentleman said with a hearty
laugh. "But I can't help it. I'm just a normal, red blooded American
boy and those big titties of yours are just too beautifully bodacious
to be believed. I have big hands, but I can't begin to hold all of
your titflesh, even using both of my hands. I think your boobies are
bigger than my Brunswick bowling balls. How big are those things,
anyway? And yes, you may kiss my penis if you like."
"Tee hee hee, of course I'd fucking like," responded Hilda with a
giggle, leaning over and placing a resounding smack on the tip of his
exposed pecker head. "My bra size is usually a 38 JJJ, but sometimes
I have to go to a triple K cup to support these big fuckers. My
lingerie sales clerk says I need industrial strength brassieres, tee
hee hee."
"Well, they sure are irresistible," the man said breathlessly,
lowering his head and placing it in the grand chasm that constituted
Hilda's deep, dark cleavage, shaking his face from side to side, his
nose and chin pressed firmly and deeply into the cleft between her
two fabulous funbags. "Booga, booga, booga."
After what seemed like several minutes to Hilda, the man withdrew his
face and gasped for air as if he were a deep sea diver whose oxygen
tank had run out.
"My goodness, I thought I was going to suffocate in there" he
laughed, with a soft, but masculine voice. "But what a fucking great
way to go! I just love your huge hilly sand dunes. Any man who could
die with his face between your huge hooters would be a lucky man
indeed."
"Tee hee hee," responded Hilda breathlessly, feeling a familiar
tingle throughout her body and an ever increasing dampness in her
pussy. "I just love having my massive titties fondled, caressed,
tweaked, nibbled on and sucked. You would like to suck them, wouldn't
you?"
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"Oh, gosh, what man wouldn't?" he said in response to her question,
almost salivating as his gaze strayed to her prodigiously buxom
bosom. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take a raincheck, lady. I'm one
of the lifeguards here and my shift starts in a few minutes. I really
have to be going or I'll be late. I need this job to help pay for
college."
"Oh, well, I suppose if you have to go, you have to," Hilda pouted, a
tear slipping from her eye and rolling down her cheek. "Perhaps we
could get together another time?"
"That would be great," he said sincerely. "You can count on it, but
for now, I really have to go. See you later."
"Yeah, see you," responded Hilda sadly, watching him walk towards the
lifeguard tower and take up his position atop it. "Fuck you later, I
hope."
Hilda lay on her towel sunbathing, half-heartedly reading the latest
edition of Woman's World Magazine while the hot July sun beat down on
her, causing her to perspire profusely, something that Hilda thought
was decidedly unfeminine.
"Fuck, I'm so hot and sweaty," she complained aloud to herself. "And
not even from fucking, more's the pity, tee hee. I guess I might as
well go and take a swim and try to cool off."
Grabbing her extra towel, she made her way to the edge of the water,
her bouncing basketball-sized boobies quivering, her ass sashaying
from side to side like kittens trapped in a burlap sack. She slipped
off her sandals, placing her towel on top of them before sticking her
feet in the water to gauge the temperature.
"Brrrrr, chilly," she said to herself. "But I'm so fucking hot, I
guess I'll take the plunge."
Walking into the lake until the water was almost up to the tops of
her thighs, Hilda pushed her arms out in front of her, hands together
forming a point, diving beneath the surface of the water and
swimming underwater until she was almost out of breath and had to
surface, quite a distance from shore.
Now wet, the top of her bikini was molded to her curves like a second
skin, her huge hooters and her hard, erect nipples leaving nothing to
the imagination of the other swimmers around her, and certainly not
escaping their notice.
"Wow, lady, I'll bet you never have to worry about drowning with
those big, fucking flotation devices," one of the male swimmers said
to her, laughing in amusement, his eyes riveted to Hilda's chest as
he reached down and rubbed his cock, the sight of her tempting,
titanic titties arousing him. "Those things are fucking huge. In
fact, those are the biggest damn water wings I've ever seen."
"Yeah?" retorted Hilda, thoughtfully as a brilliant idea suddenly
popped into her head. "Why don't you take a fucking picture?"
"Geez, I was just having a little fun," the man responded,
embarrassed by her rude rebuke, his hopes for a quick grope
dashed. "Take a fucking chill pill why don't you, Big Tits?"
The man swam away from Hilda, muttering under his breath as he did
so. Hilda gazed towards the shoreline, taking note of where she was,
realizing that she was almost alone this far from the beach, the
majority of the swimmers having remained closer to shore. Looking
toward the lifeguard's tower, Hilda noticed that the handsome young
lifeguard that she had spoken to earlier was using binoculars to keep
an eye on all of the swimmers, his gaze moving from swimmer to
swimmer, making sure that no one was in trouble.
Taking a deep breath, Hilda suddenly disappeared below the surface of
the water, which certainly wasn't an easy task, given the size and
buoyancy of her megaton bomb-sized boobies. Raising one arm over her
head and exhaling all the air in her lungs finally allowed her to
submerge herself, staying under the water as long as possible until
her lungs felt like they were going to explode. Finally breaking the
lake's placid surface, she did her best to assume a panicked demeanor.
"Help! Please help me!" Hilda shouted wildly, making sure to look as
though she was in genuine distress. "I'm drowning, I'm drowning,
helpppppp meeeeeeeee!"
The man, who only minutes earlier had made the joking remark to
Hilda, looked in her direction in alarm and immediately began
swimming frantically towards her.
"Hang on, lady!" he screamed to her. "I'm coming!"
Taking a deep breath, the man placed his face back in the water and
swam swiftly towards Miss Humper, his big, muscular arms cutting
through the water as easily as a hot knife through butter, swiftly
closing the distance between them.
Finally finding himself beside Hilda in the water, he reached out
with his right arm, placed it around Hilda's neck, holding her under
the chin to keep her face out of the water and her ability to breathe
unobstructed.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Hilda said to him angrily,
keeping her voice low and struggling to get out of his grasp. "Let me
go, you fucking oaf."
"Stop struggling!" he ordered her. "If you keep wiggling like that
we'll both fucking drown, and I'm way too young to die, not to
mention that I have a wife and a couple of kids."
"I said, get the fuck away from me," Hilda repeated angrily, beating
against his arm with her fists and pinching him with her sharp, talon-
like fingernails. "Do you hear me? Get your fucking hands off of me
or I'll fucking drown you myself!"
The man continued to hold Hilda under her chin, using his free arm
and kicking his feet, managing to get them both moving in the
direction of shore. Suddenly, Hilda used her fingernails to dig into
the arm that had her in a near chokehold. Reaching down with her
other hand, she found the object of her search and, grabbing hold of
his male package through his swimsuit, squeezed it firmly before
giving it a quick, sharp twist. Reaching into her bikini top, Hilda
then plucked one of her massive tittie mounds from its restraint,
using it to whack the interfering man in the face with it.
"Ouch!" the man screamed out loudly, pain causing him to release his
grip on Hilda. "You are a fucking psycho, lady. Okay, I give up.
Drown, see if I fucking care."
The man swam away and rejoined his friends, leaving Hilda to fend for
herself once again.
"Help me! I'm drowning!" Hilda screamed out again, looking towards
the shore to see if she had the handsome lifeguard's
attention. "Please, helppppp meeeeeeeeeee!"
A few swimmers between Hilda and the beach began swimming towards
her, looking anxiously ahead to take note of Hilda's location in case
her head disappeared beneath the lake's surface again. One person on
shore launched a rowboat, thinking it might be easier to bring the
stricken woman to shore in that manner, rather than someone having to
swim with her in tow. Reaching the fellow who had already attempted a
rescue, they were surprised that those closest to the woman were
seemingly oblivious to her calls for distress.
"Hey, there's a woman in trouble out there!" one man called
out. "What is the matter with you people? Are you just going to stand
by and let that poor woman drown?"
"That lady is a fucking loony!" her erstwhile would-be rescuer called
out. "Besides, she's got pretty huge fucking hooters. I doubt she
could drown if she tried. I tried to help her already and she twisted
my nuts and slapped me in the face with her big tittie. Let her
fucking drown. I couldn't care less."
"Yeah, let me fucking drown!" Hilda yelled at them, waving them away
with her arms. "I don't want to be rescued by a bunch of fucking do-
gooders. I want an expert. Get that handsome lifeguard out here. I'm
sure he can rescue me."
"Oh, Mr. Lifeguard, I'm drowning!" she shouted out again, ducking
beneath the water momentarily for effect. "Yoohoo, I'm drowning. Save
me, oh save me! I'm drowning! Helpppppppppppppp meeeeeeeeeeee!"
Finally looking in Hilda's direction and seeing her obvious distress,
the lifeguard threw his binoculars down, quickly descending the
ladder stairs of the tower, missing the last five rungs and jumping
directly onto the sand, racing for the water's edge as fast as his
long, lean legs would carry him. Running into the water until it was
too deep to make further progress, he executed a perfect dive beneath
the surface, his body slicing through the water at breakneck speed in
Hilda's direction.
"Ohhhhhhh, hellllllpppppp meeeeeeeee!" Hilda screamed, going under
again, swallowing some water this time to lend more realism to her
little act. "Please, Mr. Lifeguard. Please help me!"
The handsome young lifeguard finally reached Hilda just as she was
going below the surface again, reaching down with his arm to grasp
hold of her, bringing her up above the surface of the lake again,
supporting her head and encouraging her to cough, relieved when she
spit up a fairly large amount of water and sucked air into her lungs
hungrily.
"Oh, thank you, thank you," Hilda sobbed gratefully, continuing her
Academy Award-worthy performance. "You're my hero!"
Treading water, Hilda moved closer to the lifeguard, pressing her
body tightly against his and raising her face to give him a sweet
kiss on his cheek. Noticing that one of her breasts had broken free
from the minuscule bikini top that restrained the other one, the
lifeguard discreetly used his hand to place her mountainous mammary
back where it belonged, rubbing his thumb over her hard nipple as he
did so. Hilda sighed deeply as a feeling of sexual desire coursed
through her body, causing her pussy to ache and tingle with want.
Reaching down with her right hand, she insinuated her hand between
his body and the elasticized waist of his Speedo bathing suit,
wrapping her small hand around his semi-erect phallus.
"Wow, lady, your big fucking titties sure are heavy! How much do
those things weigh, anyway?" the young lifequard asked her, already
feeling an overwhelming stirring in his loins as he gazed in awe at
her magnificently mammoth mammary mounds, her hand rubbing his pecker
vigorously. "I think you have about the biggest fucking titties I've
ever seen before, and working on a public beach, I've seen a hell of
a lot of them."
"Tee hee hee," giggled Hilda, laughing girlishly at the handsome,
well-built man treading water beside her. "I weighed them once out of
curiosity, and each one of them is approximately fifteen pounds.
That's thirty pounds of pure tittie, baby. Any man fondling my big
titties is weightlifting, tee hee. I'm better than a fucking
sweet cheeks."
"Well, lady," said the handsome lifeguard in a low, breathy
whisper. "I'd sure love to work out with you sometime. How about I
get you safely back to shore and I'll meet you in the storage room
beside the public restrooms when I get my next break. Do we have a
date?"
"We sure do," Hilda responded without hesitation, reluctantly
loosening her hold on his erect phallus and beginning to swim back to
shore. "I'll be waiting for you."
"Hey, you can swim!" the young man called after her, laughing
softly. "You are just full of mischief, aren't you?"
"Oh, you're very perspicacious, aren't you, sweetheart? I love that
in a man. Nothing turns me on more than a man with brains. Well,
brains, a big wee wee and big swinging balls, tee hee hee," Hilda
replied sweetly, bouncing her gargantuan, globular glands saucily in
his direction. "You just wait and see the mischief I can get into.
You just wait."
Half an hour later..........
"Oh, baby, come to Momma," Hilda cooed softly, her hand massaging the
big bulge forming in the front of the young lifeguard's Speedo
swimsuit, the tip of his penis beginning to poke out above the
elasticized waist. "Wow, he's a big fucker, isn't he? You sure make a
lie out of that myth about shrinkage, tee hee hee."
Grabbing the waistband of his swimsuit, Hilda peeled it down slowly
over his by now enormous hard-on, pushing it down his legs until he
was able to step out of it and kick it aside. Reaching forward, the
handsome young stud untied the strings that kept the top of Hilda's
bikini top in place, letting it fall to the floor, her gigantic,
jiggling triple J cup boobies standing out proudly from her chest,
her nipples erect and hard after her swim in the chilly lake.
Lowering his head, he captured one pert, pink nipple in his mouth and
drew on her hungrily, his breath becoming labored as he sucked on it,
rolling it around in his mouth and occasionally causing Hilda to cry
out loud as he gently nibbled at it with his teeth. With his right
hand, he rolled her other nipple between thumb and forefinger,
sending shockwaves of sexual longing to Hilda's increasingly moist
cunny.
"Oh, baby, you make Momma so hot," Hilda moaned breathlessly, the
pull on her nipples driving her wild with sexual longing as she
reached between the young lifeguard's legs and tried to wrap her
dainty hand around his ever expanding length and girth. "My goodness,
I think your pecker is nearly as thick as my boy's, tee hee hee.
Sometimes I can't make my fingers close around his fucking wee wee
stalk either. You're almost as long as he is too. He's got a twelve
incher."
Pushing his head and hand away from her tantalizingly titanic
titflesh, Hilda dropped to her knees in the park storage room,
finding herself gazing at the largest set of testicles that she had
ever before laid eyes on, estimating that they were approximately the
size of an average baseball, hanging heavily in his nutsack. She took
hold of each of her breasts in turn, using his wee wee head to tickle
and tempt her nipples, an action that caused both of them to sigh
aloud, their sexual appetites increasing to a frenzy.
"Oh, I just love your big wee wee and big fucking balls," Hilda
squealed with childish glee, letting go of her breasts, which swung
back against her chest with an audible smacking sound, before
sticking out her tongue and flicking his testicles lightly with it,
an act which caused his already rampant erection to expand even more.
"I've seen titties smaller than these big fuckers, tee hee hee,"
Hilda giggled naughtily. "I love playing with your big gonad grab
bag, your big fucking testes. Your nuts are so huge I bet that little
Hildy Wildy would have to open really wide to suck on those babies.
Mmmmmm, I just love big fuckers like yours. You have two huge
baseballs and a big swinging bat, tee hee. A big Louisville Slugger
between your legs. And it's wood, not aluminum, tee hee. I bet I
could hit a home run with those things. Your ballies look like they
need to get some of that baby batter out, sweetie, and Momma knows
just the ticket. Oh, shit, this brings back such happy childhood
memories of when I used to fuck the high school baseball team after
they won a game. Hell, I'd fuck 'em when they lost a game. Tee hee. I
just liked fucking them."
Laying down on a tarpaulin that was spread out on the floor of the
small shed, Hilda pulled the young man down by his wee wee until he
was squatting above her, one bent leg on either side of her, his
pecker standing proudly at attention, his balls hanging heavily
below, his back side resting on Hilda's humongously heavy hooters,
flattening them against her chest with his weight.
"Tea bag! Tea bag! I want a tea bag!" Hilda cried out, opening her
mouth as wide as humanly possible while the lifeguard hovered over
her, dipping his nutsack into her waiting orifice.
She closed her lips around his scrotum, sucking his balls gingerly,
rolling them around in her mouth and flicking at them with her tongue
until the sensations she caused drove him nearly insane with pleasure.
"I want a tea bag. I want to close my eyes and think of England, tee
hee," said Hilda lustily, releasing her hold on his balls
momentarily. "This sure is more fucking fun than the Boston Tea
Party!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" he exclaimed, driven wild by the touch of her tongue
on his most sensitive parts as he dipped his nutsack into her mouth
again, enjoying the moment, but eager to get his cock in this vixen's
mouth to achieve some relief from his raging libido and his heavily
semen-laden nutsack. "That feels so good to my balls. But I think
it's time to empty the sack. Papa's got a brand new bag, Big Tits!"
Hilda finally released her oral hold on his big swinging testes,
albeit reluctantly, hating to end her enjoyment of them, savoring the
masculine scent and taste of him. Once free, the young man raised
himself up enough to reach a wooden hook that was bolted to the wall
of the shed, ostensibly to hold extra life preservers when not in
use. Grabbing hold of it to steady himself and balance himself on his
haunches, he lowered his raging hard-on to the level of Hilda's pert,
bow-shaped mouth and roughly shoved it into her willing oral cavity,
his balls slapping noisily against her neck and the lower part of her
chin.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he grunted, thrusting wildly into Hilda's mouth,
filling her oral cavity to capacity and beyond, forcing Hilda to gasp
from time to time in order to suck some much needed air into her
lungs.
His weight flattened her amazingly large breasts against her torso,
but as his weight shifted, so did they, bouncing around wildly and
causing a not unpleasant sensation between his legs as well as a
pleasant tingle that spread throughout Hilda's body, causing her
feminine juices to saturate the skimpy thong that formed the bottom
half of her bikini.
"Take that, you little minx!" he shouted at her from between clenched
teeth, ramming his huge cock to the back of her throat, withdrawing
it somewhat before ramming it into her mouth again up to the hilt,
his balls slapping rhythmically against her chin and neck, tickling
her with their downy covering of hair. "Take me in, baby! Take all of
me, you brazen trollop!"
Thrusting wildly, his libido reaching a fever pitch, he could feel
the pressure mounting in the tube of his trouser snake and knew that
his completion was imminent. He felt his balls tighten, ready to
release their pent-up load into this voluptuous vixen's waiting
mouth, relieving him of the sexual tension that was always with him,
his horniness sometimes driving him crazy with unfulfilled desire.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, feeling the first spurts of
ejaculate exit the head of his purple warrior, splashing against the
back of Hilda's throat, filling her mouth with its creamy smoothness,
dribbling from the sides of her mouth when his load became too much
for her to swallow at once and leaked through the small space left
between the corners of her mouth and his cock, running down her chin
and splashing onto her neck where it pooled before running onto the
tarpaulin below. "Holy fucking shit! I've never come this fucking
hard before."
"Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" was all Hilda could utter, her mouth filled to
capacity and beyond by his huge male member, semen still shooting
from his pee wee head and trickling down her throat.
Miss Humper swallowed hungrily, her taste for ejaculate never sated,
her need for it raw, powerful and inexplicable, even to her. She
savored the distinct odor, salty taste and phlegm-like texture of it,
so warm, so very masculine.
Finally he was done, the last of his life-creating bodily fluids
having leaked into Hilda's mouth where they were devoured ravenously.
He pulled his softening pecker out of her, using his fingers to milk
the last few drops of cum from his wee wee head, allowing them to
fall, drop by drop into Hilda's still open mouth.
Hilda swallowed the last of it, licking her lips to capture any stray
dollop, anxious not to miss any of it, feeling cheated of the
enjoyment of the jism that had leaked from her mouth and pooled onto
the tarpaulin she lay on. It may have had the consistency of mucous,
but to her it was ambrosia, food of the gods.
"Ohhhhh, babyyyy," Hilda moaned, breathlessly, her desire building up
in her until she felt like a dam about to burst, her head moving from
side to side, her monumental, mountainous, mammoth mammaries heaving
provocatively. "How about pleasuring little Hilda now, sweetie? Hilda
needs her little clitty witty licked and suckled. My nubby wubby
needs about twenty laps. Tee hee, or maybe a hundred."
"Oh my god, but you're hot," the lifeguard sighed, struggling to get
his pulse and breathing under control.
He felt like his heart was about to pound right out of his chest, but
if he was about to die, he thought, there was no better way to do it
than in the arms of this wild, wanton woman who sported the largest
and most beautiful titties he had ever seen.
Lifting his weight up, he moved until he was squatting almost at
Hilda's feet, his anticipation of pleasures to come building again,
causing his now flaccid male organ to quiver and leap skywards again.
"Lift your bottom up," he ordered Hilda, grabbing the waistband of
her thong and pulling it down over her ample hips and down her legs,
throwing it to the side, where it landed on top of her discarded top
and his bathing suit.
Pushing Hilda's legs apart with his athletic arms, he leaned over and
placed delicate kisses on her legs, moving ever upwards, her ardor
increasing with every soft touch of his lips. By the time he reached
her inner thighs, Hilda thought she might swoon with the pleasure of
it, the unspoken promise of what was to come driving her to new
heights of sexual longing.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Hilda moaned softly, her boldly bodacious breasts
rising and falling rhythmically as her breathing became ragged and
heavy. "Oh, lick me, lick me. I can't fucking stand it anymore, tee
hee. I want to feel your tongue on my little cunny, honey. Tee hee,
I'm a poet and don't even know it."
Stretched out between her splayed legs, the lifeguard stuck out his
tongue as far as it would go and flicked at Hilda's feminine bud with
the tip of it, causing her to cry out loud, the jolt of pleasure
searing her entire body with its heat.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, shitttttttttt!" she screamed, grabbing hold of her big,
bouncing breasts and massaging her nipples, increasing her excitement
exponentially, her libido rising like a crescendo. "Ohhhhhhhh, that
feels so good to my pussy!"
"La la la la la la la la la la," he sang, mimicking an opera singer
practicing his arias, his tongue flicking at her clitoris again and
again until Hilda was begging for a merciful relief from her pent up
sexual tension. "La la la la la la la la la la laaaaaaa!"
"Sing 'You Raise Me Up'!" Hilda squealed, her vagina tickling with
pre-orgasmic sensations. "I love that motherfucking song! My pussy!
Oh, holy fuck, my pussy! Pussy wants an orgasm! Pussy wants to come!
Please give pussy a present! Oh, my pussy, pussy, pussy!"
Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door of the shed and an unknown
masculine voice cried out.
"Sam? Sam, are you in there?" he shouted, continuing to bang on the
door. "There's a kid in trouble out on the lake and we need you to
come immediately."
"Holy shit, I'm getting close," Hilda called out to the person on the
other side of the door. "But I don't know if I can do it immediately."
"Are you coming?" the voice called out again, sounding increasingly
anxious.
"I'm fucking trying," Hilda answered, her ire rising. "But it would
be a lot easier if you'd shut the fuck up and go away."
"I'm on my break, man," said Sam in an annoyed tone of voice, lifting
his head momentarily from between Hilda's thighs to respond to the
man interrupting their fun. "There's another lifeguard out there. Get
him to handle it. I'll be out when my break is over and not a moment
before."
Turning his attentions back to Hilda's naked form, he lapped at
Hilda's feminine cleft like a kitten lapping at a saucer of milk,
arousing Miss Humper's libido to such a peak that she began bucking
beneath his expert touch, his adeptness at cunnilingus nearly driving
her mad with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Hilda suddenly, her orgasm taking her
unaware, so powerful that she almost swooned, her head spinning like
a top, her body quivering with the force of the orgasmic waves, her
pussy walls vibrating like the strings on a harp, sweet release
taking control of her, her desire finally satiated, her contentment
sweet and blissful. Her head rolled from side to side, her hands fell
from her nipples and clutched the edges of the tarpaulin as she held
on for dear life, waiting for her completion to ebb, leaving her with
a sense of relief, and release.
"Oh, fuck, that felt good to my pussy," Hilda moaned, sighing deeply
with contentment, like a cat which has just devoured a mouse. "You
can save me from drowning any day of the week, tee hee hee."
"You were so wet, I thought I was the one who might drown," the
lifeguard joked as he lifted his head up from between Hilda's thighs,
giving her clitoris a final playful lick with his tongue as he
abandoned her vaginal area.
They lay motionless together for awhile, basking in the bliss of
their respective orgasms, feeling sated sexually, at least for the
moment. But seeing Hilda's orgasm had caused Sam's cock to rear its
head up again hopefully, and he reached out with one of his hands to
finger Hilda, hoping to arouse her yet again. Fondling her digitally,
his fingers becoming slick with her natural lubrication, he soon
achieved the response he was desiring, and Hilda moaned softly while
pushing Sam back onto the tarpaulin, his large, thick cock standing
proudly at attention. Hilda raised herself up, hovering over him,
slowly lowering herself onto him, his bold hard-on sliding easily
into her, her labia stretching to accommodate his pee wee head,
expanding her pussy walls like a strip of elastic which immediately
snapped back into place, grasping his pecker tightly and with
firmness, encasing him like a skin on a sausage link.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you're so fucking tight," he moaned, amazed that this
woman, at least ten years older than himself, would fit him so
tightly, almost as though she were still a very young girl with her
virginity intact, although he knew that she was no virgin, judging by
her sexual expertise. "You fit me like a fucking glove, squeezing my
pecker......ohhhhhhhhhhhh! You're as tight as the eighteen-year-old
piece of ass I had the other night."
"Oh my goodness," Hilda spoke quickly, using her inner muscles to
grip his penis like a vice. "You weren't fucking my daughter, were
you?"
"Only if her name is Harriet," he said, reaching up to fondle Hilda's
bouncing titflesh and tweak her nipples roughly.
"Shit, what a small world," Hilda giggled, beginning to ride him in
earnest. "I hope she gave you good head. I taught her how to practice
on a frozen hotdog, and she was a pretty quick study. The girl can't
sew or cook, but she sure can suck a mean wee wee."
Hilda began to move on him, slowly at first, gradually gaining
momentum, her outrageously oversized, fleshy globes bouncing wildly
on her chest, his hands unable to contain them, despite his best
efforts. Raising herself up, she left just the mushroom tip of his
pecker inside her before slamming down again, driving him deeply into
her hungry pussy, devouring his entire length and circumference.
"Ohhhhhh, I feel your womb raider banging my cervix, tee hee hee,"
Hilda squealed delightedly, filled to capacity with his pulsating
pecker, "Oh, wee wee me, wee wee me! Wee wee my pussy, ohhhhhhhhhh!"
She rode him like a woman possessed, slamming down on him as he
thrust upwards towards her, matching her stroke by stroke, their
pelvises grinding into each others, the heat of the day causing a
thin veneer of perspiration to form between their melding bodies.
"Your big fucker is tickling my ribs from the inside!" Hilda screamed
out, feeling as though his throbbing cock was so deeply entrenched
that it had penetrated her chest cavity. "You could do heart surgery
with that big fucker, tee hee hee. Oh, sweetie, it feels like you're
going to break me open down there. But don't stop fucking me."
"Ohhhhhhhh, you tantalizing trollop," Sam moaned, barely able to
catch his breath as this big-tittied vixen rode him relentlessly, her
enormously juicy jugs jiggling provocatively, enticing him,
energizing him, his eyes riveted to them, captivated by them, their
hugeness overwhelming him and driving him to new heights of passion,
unable to get enough of them, longing to possess
them. "Fucccccckkkkkkkkkk!"
Hilda's breasts were bouncing recklessly as she rode him, stretching
downwards, rebounding, smacking her on the chin, swaying lasciviously
from side to side, her pretty, pert pink nipples rigid and swollen,
hungry for suck. She leaned over, her huge breasts hanging
pendulously beneath her, hovering within an inch of his mouth.
Opening wide, he managed to capture her left nipple with his teeth,
tugging on it, teasing it, drawing it into his mouth and sucking
ravenously, trying to sate his hunger for them. Ensnaring her other
breast with his hand, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, rolling it
between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it, tweaking it, tormenting
her with every touch.
"Ohhhhhh, yesssssssss! Suckle Momma's big titties! Nurse me like a
hungry little tittie baby!" Hilda screamed, the feel of his mouth on
her breast bringing her ever closer to the brink, every draw on it
causing an electric jolt that flashed through her body, finally
coming to rest in her pussy. "Suck me, lick me, bite me, nip me, hurt
me! Oh, don't stopppppppp! It feels so good to my big fucking
boobies!"
Pulling away so that her nipple was freed from his lips with an
audible pop, Hilda separated her breasts with her hands, leaning
forward again, letting a breast fall on either side of his head, his
face pressed firmly in the colossal canyon that was her cleavage.
Swinging her shoulders, she caused her beautiful, hot air balloon-
sized boobies to swing from side to side, clapping him in the ears as
she did so, pummelling him with her ponderous flesh puppies, trapping
his face between them until he couldn't breathe, finally freeing him
from their grasp, fearing she might smother him with her big, fleshy
pillows.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Oh!" was all he could manage to get out, Hilda's
every thrust hard and fast, driving him deeper and deeper inside her,
her pussy walls clenching him firmly, the friction produced by their
two most intimate parts making him crazy with lust, longing for
relief, grunting like a rutting animal. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
She rode him maniacally, losing herself in the sensations their
copulation produced, mindless of anything else around her, focusing
totally on pleasing him and being pleased in return as his deep wee
wee plunges pierced her open slot.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, feeling the pressure building in his
balls, knowing his completion was not far off, the first drops of pre-
cum leaking into her feminine orifice from the head of his
penis. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna fucking come!"
And he came. His semen flowed hotly through the tube of his pecker,
spurting from his urethral orifice, filling Hilda's honeypot beyond
capacity, leaking around their conjoined parts and pooling on the
tarpaulin that served as their bed.
"Ohhhh, fill me up, fill me up!" Hilda screamed, her fingernails
raking his chest, her firm, round ass still pumping up and down on
his rigid tool. "Give me all your fucking baby batter! I want it,
baby! Give me everything in your big, swinging balls! I want all of
it! Give it all to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuucccccckkkkkkkkkkk!" he screamed, as the last of his juices
mingled with hers. "Now, come for papa, baby. I want to see your face
as you come."
"Ohhhhhhh, I need to come, I need to!" Hilda shouted, riding him as
though he were a bucking bronco in a New Mexican rodeo, sliding up
and down on his rigid pole, leaning forward to take advantage of some
friction on her clitoral nub, nearing the fruition of their
fornication. "Oh, I want to come, I want to! Ohhhhhhhhh, I'm about
to, I'm about to!"
And she did. A liquid heat, like molten lava from an active volcano,
permeated her body, reddening her face and giving it a patina of
perspiration, an afterglow. Her pussy tickled and tingled, sending
vibrations and shockwaves so strong that she thought she might swoon,
the vertigo making her head spin, her breathing shallow, her pulse
thready. Her head fell backwards on her neck, her back arched,
thrusting her most prominate feature forward, her nipples hard and
proud, hot to her touch.
"Ohhhhh, shiiiiiiiiiiit," she moaned, collapsing in exhaustion and
rolling from on top of him, his penis sliding from her cunny with a
wet popping sound, their juices mingling and dripping from her
private parts, her thatch of fine blonde pussy hair dampened and
matted against the delicate skin of her labia. They lay side by side,
languidly, tired beyond words, struggling to control their vital
signs, holding each other as they slowly returned to their senses.
"You sure are one good fuck, lady," he said honestly, not mincing any
words as he absent-mindedly stroked the breast closest to him. "I
think you're a better lay than your daughter, even though she was
pretty insatiable. Your titties are bigger than hers, too."
"Tee hee hee," responded Hilda with a girlish giggle that belied her
years. "I taught that little whore everything she knows."
Finally rousing themselves, they grabbed their discarded bathing
suits and were getting them on when there was an insistent hammering
on the door of the shed, followed by the sound of a kick and the
splintering of wood as the door was forced off its hinges, the
afternoon sunlight flooding the small equipment room with light,
exposing the erstwhile lovers in their partial nakedness.
"Sam?" demanded an angry voice, loud enough to be heard across the
entire park. "Is that you? What the fuck have you been doing? We
nearly had a kid drown in the lake and you're in here fucking some
big tittied bimbo you picked up? Get your gear out of my office!
You're fired!"
"I'm so sorry," said Hilda, when she and Sam were once more alone. "I
feel partially responsible for you losing your job, and I want to
make it up to you. How would you like to work part-time for me,
grading papers? I'm a twelfth grade English teacher and I am always
overloaded with assignments to grade. I really could use your help."
"That would be great, lady," he replied eagerly, eyeing her breasts
again and feeling a familiar stirring between his legs. "Give me your
address and I'll come by tomorrow. Thanks, this is spectacular. I'd
rather grade papers than lifeguard any day."
One week later.............
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sam groaned, placing the last paper he had graded on
the crowded desk as Hilda knelt between his legs, his hard-on between
her lips as she sucked hungrily. "I just love payday!"
THE END
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