Mouth To Wee Wee Resuscitation

Blonde, Busty And Very Horny Hilda Humper stars in:
"Mouth To Wee Wee Resuscitation"
Written by Chantal Lefleur
Editing by Victor C. Nathan


The sun was very hot as Hilda sat in the lifeguard tower fanning
herself and trying to keep her eye on the swimmers. It was a school
day trip to the local outdoor pool and the school had been required
to provide its own lifeguard for insurance purposes since they had
rented the pool for their exclusive use. Because Hilda was a powerful
swimmer and had taken several courses in lifesaving, the school had
asked her to perform this duty.

"Oh, my," breathed Hilda to herself. "It is so hot, even with this
umbrella. I don't look my best covered in sweat."

The kids were screaming in delight as they played in the pool. Some
were using the diving board, some were swimming laps or doing
somersaults off the side of the pool. The kids who couldn't swim were
just keeping cool by sitting in the shallow end. Some of the kids
were out of the water and having a game of shuffleboard or playing
croquet on the lawn.
"I can't bear this," snapped Hilda to herself. "It's just too damn
hot."

Reaching her hand into the bag at her feet, she pulled out the
insulated flask and took another swig of Jack Daniel's.

"Fuck this," Hilda snarled petulantly to no one in particular. "It's
too fucking hot here."

Reaching behind herself, Hilda unsnapped the top of her two piece
bathing suit and leaned forward slightly, letting it slide off her
shoulders and down her arms. She stuffed it in her bag and sat up
straight, quickly glancing at the pool to make sure none of the
students were floating face down. She noticed some of the older boys
were pointing at her and whistling or making wild catcalls.

"What's the matter with all of you?" Hilda asked loudly. "Have you
never seen a pair of knockers before?"

She reached into her bag again and pulled out a bottle of baby oil.
Pouring it into her hand, she rubbed her hands together and then
gently massaged the oil into her enormous breasts.

"My girls will be so soft and smooth," Hilda noted under her
breath. "And I will have a great tan with none of those fucking strap
lines."

She took another swig from her flask and settled back into her chair
to keep her eye on the teens.

"Miss Humper!" she heard someone scream. "I think Max is drowning!
Hurry, please hurry!"

Hilda jumped from her elevated chair and ran down the deck of the
pool, her boobies bouncing all over the place, so big that they came
close to slapping her in the face with every step. She dove into the
water towards the boy who had called to her and saw that Max Anderson
had gone under. She ducked beneath the water and grabbed Max, pulling
him to the surface.

"Help me get him up onto the deck!" Hilda called out urgently. "Get
him out of the water, and hurry!"

Several of the older boys came to her aid and assisted Hilda in
getting the lifeless form of young Max out of the water and onto the
tiled deck. Hilda immediately felt for a pulse and detected a faint
one but saw that his chest wasn't rising.

"He's not breathing," she said to the crowd of students that now
surrounded her. "Get his trunks off, fast!"

A couple of the kids raised Max's hips and two others grabbed the
waistband of his swimming trunks and roughly pulled them off. Hilda
wrapped her lips around the boy's penis and blew as hard as she
possibly could.

"Breathe, dammit," Hilda said to Max desperately. "You have to
breathe."

Seeing that his chest was still not moving, Hilda locked her lips
around his penis again and blew as hard as she could for as long as
she could without passing out.

"Breathe!" Miss Humper shrieked, starting to feel panicky. "You have
to breathe."

She tried to gather her wits about her.

"It won't help Max if you panic, Hilda," the English teacher-turned-
lifeguard reminded herself. "Stay calm."

Again and again she blew with no results.

"Okay," Hilda grunted beneath her breath. "This isn't working at all."

Wracking her brain, the buxom beauty tried to decide what to do next.
She checked his pulse again and it was thready but palpable.

"I've got to get him breathing," Hilda said to the other students
with great urgency in her voice. "Another couple of minutes and he
will suffer brain damage."

Not knowing what else to do, Hilda wrapped her lips around his
flaccid wee wee and sucked as though her life depended on it. She
felt his organ come to life at her touch and continued to suck as
forcefully as possible, slathering his wee wee with saliva and making
loud slurping noises. Looking up at Max's face, she saw his eyes
flutter.

"Come on, baby," Hilda cried, taking her mouth off his organ
momentarily. "You can do it, sweetie."

She put her pouty mouth around his stalk again and sucked as hard as
she could manage.

"Suck, Miss Humper, suck!" shrieked the kids. "He's coming around!"

By now, Max's organ was fully tumescent and Hilda gave him the wee
wee wash of his life.

"Suck, suck!" cried the kids anxiously. "Come on, Miss Humper! You
can do it!"

Hilda continued to suck the boy's pole as the kids cheered her on.
She slurped noisily, stimulating him with her tongue as well as using
suction in an attempt to bring him around. She felt his organ spasm
as jets of hot jism struck her in her face, running down her cheeks
and onto her chin. She felt Max stir, then saw his eyes flutter as he
attempted to sit up. Leaning him forward, Hilda patted him on the
back several times as he coughed, expelling water from his lungs.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she inquired solicitously. "You gave us
quite a scare."

"What happened?" asked Max, shivering, his eyes wide with trauma.

"You nearly drowned, Max," said one of the students. "Miss Humper
saved your life."

"Thank you, Miss Humper," Max said, still spitting water. "I don't
know what to say."

"Help Max get up, boys," Hilda told the other students. "Wrap him in
a towel and take him into the sun to warm up. And help him put his
trunks back on."

The boys did as they were instructed, and Hilda just sat there
trembling for a minute or two, realizing what a close call they had
just had.

"Thank goodness he's okay," she said to herself.

Walking back the way she had come, Hilda climbed up into her
lifeguard tower, still visibly shaken. Taking the flask out of her
bag, she raised it to her mouth and took several gulps, trying to
calm her nerves and stop herself from shaking.

"Oh, fuck. Here comes the new assistant principal," Hilda groaned
with disgust. "I wonder what he wants? He may go hard on me since I
haven't fucked him yet."

"Miss Humper," Alvin Cocksure spoke, looking up at Hilda. "I just
heard about what happened to Max Anderson and according to the kids,
you are a heroine."

"I did what needed to be done, Mr. Cocksure," Hilda replied. "And
what anyone else would have done under the circumstances."

"Well," Cocksure added. "I'm not sure how to phrase this, but I heard
that you used some.....um......how shall we say it.....unorthodox
methods?"

"Tee hee hee," Hilda giggled at him. "I just used a method that
really works. I learned a long time ago that the first thing you have
to do in an emergency is to secure an airway and get the person
breathing. Well, this boy needed his breathing stimulated and what
better way is there to get an adolescent boy to breathe?"

"You have a point, my dear," the new assistant principal agreed,
smiling. "A very good point."

Hilda took a few more swigs when Alvin Cocksure had departed.

"I hope this day runs out before my Jack does," Miss Humper growled
angrily. "It's too fucking hot to sit here sober."

Hilda rubbed some more oil onto her gigantic breasts and applied some
to her arms and face as well.

"This ought to make you soft and silky, girls," the busty lifeguard
cooed, looking down at her chest. "I'll have the softest damn titties
of anyone I know."

Hilda surveyed the pool area and saw that everything was fine. A lot
of the kids had tired of swimming and were lying on their towels in
the sun trying to get a tan, so there were only about six or eight
kids actually in the pool. Don Reynolds, one of the male gymnastics
teachers, was in the pool with them, trying to get some of them
interested in a game of water polo. Hilda took another couple of
swigs on the flask, stuck it down the back of her swimsuit bottom and
climbed down from her chair.

"Fuck this," she whined, pouting like a child. "This job is boring
and it's too fucking hot to sit here."

Hilda walked to the deep end of the pool and climbed the few stairs
to the diving platform. Putting her hands together and stretching
them forward, she executed a perfect dive into the cool blue water.
She swam along the very bottom of the pool until she felt she could
hold her breath no longer and was forced to surface. Swimming over to
Don, she tugged on his trunks until they came away in her hands. She
and Don had enjoyed a few sexual interludes between classes every now
and again, so she knew it was unlikely he would rebuff her.

"What the hell are you doing, Hilda?" he said quietly. "There are
kids here. This isn't your office."

"Just having a little fun, Don," Hilda replied nonchalantly. "Chill
the fuck out. The kids aren't going to see what I'm about to do."

Going under the surface of the water, the lifeguard took his dick in
her right hand and used her left hand to gently fondle his sack.
Moving closer, Hilda licked the sensitive underside of his expanding
organ and used her tongue to trace the blood vessels that flowed to
it, making it stand urgently erect. The sight of his gigantic hard-on
made her feel damp and hornier than she had felt for a very long
time, at least a few hours. She wrapped her mouth around his huge
fuckstick and sucked hungrily while continuing to gently massage his
testicles. Harder and harder Hilda drew on him, enjoying the salty
taste of his masculinity. Don was feeling the effects of her mouth on
his organ and started to thrust into her, driving himself into her
throat until he completely filled her. He bucked and thrust into her
willing oral cavity as she worked her magic on his throbbing tool.

"Ohhhhhhhh, shit!" Don managed to get out between thrusts.

He banged into her until he could feel his completion coming on and
gave in to the sweet sensations as his jism ricocheted around inside
Hilda's mouth. As his heart stopped pounding and his breathing
slowed, he realized with horror that Hilda wasn't moving.

"Hilda!" he shouted. "Hilda, are you okay?"

"Fuck," he snapped, the panic rising. "This can't be happening."

He scooped Hilda up in his arms and carried her motionless form to
the edge of the pool. Heaving her up, he laid her on her back on the
pool deck and climbed out, mindless of the fact that he was still
completely naked.

"Hilda!" he cried out. "Talk to me, baby!"

He shook her, but got no response. Trying to calm himself, he
wondered aloud what he ought to be doing. Remembering a show he had
seen on television, Don leaned forward and pushed firmly on Hilda's
gigantic titties, trying to force the water out of her lungs. He
massaged, fondled and caressed them, desperate for some kind of
response. Her eyes fluttered, giving him some hope that she would
pull through.

Leaning closer, he took her right nipple in his mouth, drawing on it
and using his teeth to pull on it, making it taut and erect. He heard
a quiet groan from Hilda and felt heartened. Moving to her other
nipple, Don took it into his mouth along with the areola and suckled
like a newborn, stopping occasionally to tug on it orally and bite
down on it gently. Hilda moaned softly, then coughed, spewing up
copious amounts of pool water.

"Oh, sweetie," said Don, relieved that his lover was coming to. "Talk
to me. Are you okay?"

"What the fuck happened?" sputtered Hilda, her voice somewhat slurred
as she spoke, droplets of pool water coming out with her words. "I
don't remember a thing."

"You nearly drowned, baby," he said in a raspy voice. "I thought I'd
lost you."

Hilda reached behind herself and pulled the flask out of the back of
her bathing suit bottom and took several huge swigs, then wiped her
mouth with the back of her hand.

"I don't know what happened," Hilda whispered, still
disoriented. "But I dreamed that someone was sucking on my big sweet
titties and now I'm fucking horny as hell."

Raising her hips, she pulled down her suit bottom and tugged on Don's
arm, pulling him closer.

"Fuck me, baby," Hilda implored him, more of an order than a
request. "I'm drunk, I nearly drowned, and I'm fucking horny as shit."

"What about the kids?" he said, glancing at the boys still playing in
the pool.

"Let 'em get their own girls," she said with a giggle. "I want your
wee wee and I want it now!"


THE END