A Wonderful Fling To Be Flung

America's Favorite Blonde Bimbo Hilda Humper stars in:
"A Wonderful Fling To Be Flung"
Written by Victor C. Nathan


Hilda Humper heard the doorbell chime over the sound of the stereo
blasting out a spirited rendition of Frank Sinatra singing "You Make
Me Feel So Young" just as she slid her blue jeans on and smoothed the
wrinkles out of her tight red sweater. She pulled her hair into a bun
as she turned the volume down and went to answer the door, knowing
all the time who her visitor was going to be. Hilda could feel the
coursing of pressure and seeping desire tingle and tinge through her
pussy and she felt her clit grow erect and so stimulated that it made
her wince, not with pain, but with overpowering pleasure that she
could no longer contain. Miss Humper's loins were yearning so much
for coitus, for the sex that she had to have a daily fix of, much
like a heroin junkie's hollow vein craves its assuagement. Hilda's
titties bounced inside the cups of the brassiere that she wore
beneath her brand new sweater that she had purchased just for this
occasion the day before at the mall. She had asked one of the
gentlemen working the floor of the unisex clothing store to come over
and tell her how he thought she looked in the sweater. To the young
man's surprise, his pleasant surprise, Hilda had hornily pulled him
into the dressing room, closed and locked the door and then had him
fondle her breasts until she could stand no more and she had then
yanked his fly down to play with and inevitably suck his north
pointer of a soldier that resided in his trousers until it spewed its
paean to her fellatio adeptness into her mouth and throat as she
drank his wee wee juice down like it was her favorite mixed drink
concoction. Today was going to be another sexy day. Today, Hilda's
favorite student, the notorious Kenny Long, was coming to spend the
weekend at her house. It was going to be a weekend that reminded her
why young 18-year-old Kenny continued to be her favorite pupil. As
Hilda neared the front door, her cogent and sharp mind leaped to the
scenes that lightened her thoughts, both in wakeful hours and in
sleep, the scenes of Kenny's ten inch penis driving into her feminine
canal and her slurping on it hungrily with her thick, pouty red lips
as it pulsed and throbbed under her oral care. Hilda wanted more of
this. More, more, more, she thought as her small, lithe hands seized
the knob of the door and pulled it inward, swinging it open and
taking in the sight of her young man as her cunny became damp with
the precursory pre-copulation perspiration, the harbinger of all the
humping that was to come in due time.

"Oh, Kenny," Hilda breathed in a swooning voice as she took in the
welcome sight of her teenaged lover as he stood dressed up rather
extravagantly before her, sporting an Oxford shirt and khaki pants
and almost making Hilda feel a little too casual in her looks. "Oh,
sweetie, you look so handsome. You look good enough to eat, which
could be what ends up happening."

"Hi, Hilda," Kenny said brightly, his blue eyes sparkling below the
bangs of blonde hair that hung down near his eyebrows as he gave
Hilda a long kiss on her thick and parted lips, a kiss that lasted on
and on as her tongue thrust against his and their breathing and
pulses rose together in mono. "You look so hot. You are my Mrs.
Robinson, you naughty teacher, you. Mmmmmmmmm, yeah!"

It was rare that any student called Hilda Humper by her first name.
Even many of the young studs that she had screwed still called her
Miss Humper or Miss H. Kenny had the rare and sensual privilege of
being Hilda's favorite student lover, as much because of his ten inch
wee wee as because of his looks that she found handsome and alluring.
There was no phallus that she preferred more than Kenny Long's to
have in her deep, lush love canal pounding her and coming far within
her snug, taut cleft, especially since it was attached to such a
lady's man that was also a body builder.

"Come on in, you stallion," Hilda ordered him playfully as she pulled
him into the house and slammed the door and then kissed him again,
this time biting his lip a little bit in her haste and horny resolve
to experience sensual enjoyment as fast as she could without
appearing frenzied.

The couple's hands roamed each other's firm bodies, Kenny's fingers
gliding dexterously over the twin humps of her twin peaks, which as a
pair he had named her "bosom buddies" to the delight and tickling of
Hilda's funny bone which normally led to the tickling of what she had
nicknamed his "wee wee bone" that she liked to comfort and assuage
and manipulate the cum right out of by the glorious gallon and into
her gluttonous mouth where she sampled and swallowed her favorite
tonic. Kenny had the faint feeling that that was what she wanted from
him first as he felt her right hand fall below his belt and squeeze
his already ossifying crotch with all five of the fingers of her hand
as they bunched around the lengthy, straightening staff of his
manhood that tickled almost tenfold what it had before she grasped it
like her own personal joystick to use to control the rest of him and
his actions. To Hilda, the wee wee was the leash to guide a man
blindly to her will, and oh what a wonderful leash it became in her
capable hands. The wee wee was the quisling that betrayed any male's
second thoughts about bedding her after she kneaded it and pumped and
primed it with her hands and lips.

"You want to go upstairs?" Hilda cooed the question between kisses as
she lowered Kenny's zipper tooth by tooth while her other hand rested
just beneath his chin as the make out session got so intense that he
could feel the heat rising from her flesh and knew that she had to be
restraining herself, prone as she was to normally get right to the
nitty gritty without the foreplay and romance and ineloquently demand
a wee wee in her snatch.

"Yes, I do," Kenny moaned in a whisper as he began to raise her
sweater and pull it over her blonde head, ecstatic as he was to see
her mammary mountains after a few days without them. "I want you, and
more than that, my wee wee wants you. It wants to fuck you."

"Oh, sugar!" Hilda squealed and she leaped into his arms and wrapped
her toned legs around his waist. "Carry me upstairs, you naughty,
potty-mouthed boy, cause I want to cunny my big boy's wee wee and
momma's biggie booms booms want to be let out of their brassie wassie
rooms too so they can breathe! Gosh, my teatsie weatsies are on fire!
So take your Boom Boom Momma to bed, Kenny Cocksure!"

With her legs wrapped tight around his waist and her hands and mouth
all over him, Kenny raced clumsily up the staircase with his buxom
teacher in his arms, his cock growing so tense and swollen in
anticipation of their bedroom rendezvous. When they reached the
bedroom, Kenny dropped Hilda onto the huge king-sized bed and they
tumbled across it in a morass of arms and legs.

"Wheeeeeeee!" Hilda screamed as Kenny pulled her sweater completely
off of her to access her bouncy tittie mounds that jiggled as they
floundered on the checkered bedspread.

The sight of her benevolent boobies made Kenny freeze as he stood up
from the bed at the foot and looked at his beautiful English teacher
as she lay there in her yellow brassiere, her blonde hair tousled and
scattered around her pixie perfect face that was brightened with a
silly, playful smile that held around the edges of it the vague
facets of naughtiness. Hilda gave him a knowing wink and cooed
laboriously as she shifted her body on the bed and reached to unhook
her bra.

"Oh, Hilda, you are beautiful," Kenny said in a syrupy sweet voice as
his penis swelled against his dress slacks like a pole beneath a
table cloth as he fawningly spoke to her and stared with much
affection at her partially undressed form as it stretched and she
yawned and touched her big boobs as if stroking a beloved pet.

"Well, come here, big boy," Hilda used her best Marilyn Monroe-Jayne
Mansfield voice to entice him into her feather soft arms as she
shrugged out of her sunshine yellow bra and tossed it across the
room, giggling as it landed perfectly on the little hook on the wall
that she used to hang her coat on when she came home. "I think you
need to get some of momma's sweet lovin' and momma's boom boom
bazooms. Come to momma, you naughty little boy with a big, thick
dinky winky."

Kenny had already begun to undo his pants during her sexual spiel and
was now down to his skivvies and Hilda jumped up onto her knees on
the bed, sending her titties into a shaking fit as they bounced, an
inexorable aftereffect of being separated from her massive support
system. She wanted to uncover his mammoth cock and pull the big
sucker out of his underwear for him. It was her passion in life when
she was with this big-dicked stallion that she loved to have ride her
pussy until it was all humped out. But that was something that really
didn't happen. For Hilda Humper to be all humped out and not needing
sex would be like having the earth fly off its axis or having someone
suddenly repeal the law of gravity. It just wouldn't happen. And
right now that unending hunger was directed at the object absconded
by his white briefs which were drawn taut in a direction pointing
directly outward in her direction. Hilda looked at his straight,
sleek appendage trying to tear through his briefs and licked her ruby
red pouty lips like someone surveying a deliciously displayed meal.

"Oh, baby," Hilda cooed as she gently touched his crotch with the
tips of her fingers and delicately let them slide over his hardened
stalk. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! So big, so hard, so very longggggggggggggg!
I've got to have it. I'm going to tear the fucking skivvies right off
of your big fucking wee wee! Yessssssssssssss! Gotta see him!
Mmmmmmmmm!"

And she kept her word. Kenny drew a ragged, desperate breath as Hilda
yanked his Fruit Of The Looms down with the force of a lion tearing
into its helpless prey which had no choice but to sit there tensely
and be devoured. The fabric and elastic split under her hurried hands
and she cheered and shrieked as Kenny Long's ten inch member leaped
up and slapped her with a loud, fleshy "whap" right on her left cheek.

"Holy shit!" Kenny exclaimed. "Are you okay, Hilda?"

"Looks like your sweet wee wee is frisky as hell!" Hilda giggled as
she watched his bobbing manhood stop moving and just remain composed
in its turgid rigidity inches from her face that was flushed with
excitement. "Oh, my wee wee, my sweet, sweet wee wee has come home.
Awwwwwwww, baby, have you missed having my big, beautiful lips
wrapped around that precious, puckered heady of yours? I missed
sucking you so much, my darling Mr. Wee Wee. It is time to make up
for all the time we have lost being apart. You belong in my mouth
just as much as my tongue or my tonsils or my teeth belong there. If
it were up to me, you would stay in there all the time, you sweet,
hard, big wee wee stick motherfucker. Now get your ass in momma's
mouth before she starves to death!"

"Oh, fucccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!" Kenny cried out, partly out of physical
shock and partly out of pure, unadulterated sexual
abandon. "Yessssssssssssssssssss!"

There was a loud, wet pop as Hilda's saliva-soaked lips quickly took
the head of his wee wee hungrily in. Her spittle dripped off of her
lips as she began to enjoy the huge mushroom crown of Kenny's ten
inch wee wee stick. Her tongue lapped around the edges of it and then
tickled its way down into his pee pee hole as far as she could get
it. Kenny was practically giddy as a result. Hilda savored her
student's pee wee head and now took it out of her mouth and lapped at
it in long, slow ice cream cone lappings with her tongue.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Yes, baby! Yes! Lick that fucker! Take it all
in!" Kenny screamed, his lips curled into a sensuous smile from what
she was doing to his ding-a-ling. "Oh, baby, how my wee wee loves
you!"

But Hilda had just gotten warmed up when she took on his pee wee
helmet. She gripped his penis at the base and then lowered her head
once more as her lips enclosed around the thick girth of him and slid
him inside of her oral cavity with love and sweetness in her touch.
The volume of her activity suddenly echoed through the room as she
slipped a good five inches of his pecker into her mouth and began to
suck amiably as her left hand, the one not holding his weanie staff,
began to squeeze and caress his balls, or his "big boys" as she liked
to call them from time to time. Hilda enjoyed the fact that
everything about Kenny's private parts were big. Her suction was
becoming more forceful and Kenny thought more urgent-sounding, as if
she wanted wee wee juice from him at that instant, as if she wanted
him to squirt her wee wee juice to drink at the drop of a hat.

"Mmmmmmmmmppphhhh!" Hilda moaned through a mouthful of wee wee as her
blonde head rose and fell at this point at an astounding
speed. "Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!"

Hilda Humper's blonde mane of gorgeous hair was frizzy and disheveled
after she had thrown her head up and down so many times in such a
forceful, ingestive way. Her left hand tickled his gonads and
occasionally squeezed softly, giving him a little more incentive to
ejaculate. She was getting so into the fellatio that she opened her
mouth to jawstretching proportions and slid her head downward until
she had all ten inches of his cock within her mouth and throat.

"Holy shit!" Kenny exclaimed. "How the fuck? And just in time too!
I'm almost ready to come!"

Hilda Humper took him halfway out of her mouth at this point and
began a softer more gingerly suck as she knew that his pump would
need very little excess priming. She used her right hand to stroke
hard on the skin of his penis and pushed it up and down and she
fellated while her other hand squeezed with a little more firmness on
his nuts to send him over the edge with gusto. Hilda was anxious to
feel his seed splash into her mouth. She was hungry for it. It had
been at least six hours since she had gotten any wee wee juice. And
then it finally happened. It was with a spasm that made the insides
of Hilda's mouth quiver, that her young pupil's pecker exploded like
TNT. Kenny squealed in the highest pitch she had ever heard from his
masculine mouth as his wee wee jolted with the force of his
ejaculatory release that assuaged the buildup in his sack. Again and
again, the semen spit from the urethra of his penis, wafting and
shooting and squirting until he could give no more. Hilda noisily
drank his jism as he shot it out burst by wonderful burst.

"Oh, Kenny," Hilda moaned when she had guzzled his load and licked
him clean of excess fluid. "It's the young wee wees like yours that
make me feel so fucking young, like there are songs to be sung and a
wonderful motherfucking fling to be flung. Shit, what a paradox. I
like old music and young wee wees. Ain't that some funny,
contradictory shit? You know what, Kenny? This is going to be one
ring-a-ding ding of a weekend. You can count on that, baby."


THE END