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."
