Glory Road - Hilda ch-3
The next two weeks were crammed full of preparations for moving. It was unfortunate that Mike had to commute to Washington at least three days every week so I was left to get our son and daughter out of school, our luggage packed and our furnishings consigned to the moving company. I was completely exhausted by the time that moving day finally arrived.
As if all of this wasn't enough, Mike and I had a running discussion almost every hour that he was home as to just how we were going to introduce our children to the sex-filled life we were moving into. I guess I should have had more confidence in the company, but I was truly upset by the time that Sally, Mike, Jr. and I finally climbed into the car and took off.
The directions that the company had provided me were exceptionally detailed and very accurate so I had practically no difficulty in finding the apartment building where our assigned, company provided, apartment was housed.
There was no necessity for finding a place to park for the building had an underground parking garage of its own. I swung into the entrance where I was stopped by a big, black attendant.
"Hello. I'm Mrs. Carlisle and we are supposed to be moving in here today."
The guard looked us over, checked his clipboard and then, with a huge smile, waved us through.
"Your places are Number twelve and fourteen. They will be on your right as you drive through."
I thanked him and we went in search of our parking spaces. Like so much of this move, there was little or no difficulty in finding them. We all piled out of the car, stretched our stiff muscles and began unloading. Mike, Jr. went off on a hunting trip and returned with the information that the elevator was just a few paces from where we were parked. In practically no time at all, we were standing before the door to our company assigned apartment. I reached into my purse, retrieved the key and opened the door.
Both Mike, Jr. and Sally shot through the door in a flash. Each was determined to get the, `best' room. , meanwhile I was stacking our luggage in the entryway. Suddenly, Sally came running back to me.
"Mama! There's a woman in our apartment!"
By the time Sally had gotten this announcement out, I looked up to see one of the biggest women I had ever seen emerging from the bedroom door. She was easily six feet tall with very broad hips and the shoulders of a linebacker. She was smiling and had her hand extended in greeting.
"I am Hilda. I will be with you while you are here."
As though her size wasn't enough to make her stand out in a crowd, the only piece of clothing she was wearing was a serape-type shawl and nothing else! Her shawl - if that is what you could call it - consisted of a single piece of cloth with a hole in it so that it would fit over the wearer's head. Each piece of this thing was just barely long enough to cover her front and back genitals! The single piece that comprised this weird getup was gathered at her middle by a rough belt that looked like a piece of harness. Each piece that dangled before her vagina and her ass bore the picture of a mule, the single word, `Jesse' and a set of numbers that, over time, we were going to become extremely accustomed to seeing and hearing. Her serape bore the numbers,'24/21'!
I had thought that I possessed a big cunt, but this female's cunt was even bigger than mine.
Dear old Mike, Jr. could not restrain his inquisitiveness. "Are you going to be our nanny?"
Hilda laughed. Her laugh was a deep raucous sound that must have come all the way up from her belly. "No, I am here to teach you some of the things you will have to know to function in this environment. This is a different life than what you have known and it will take a little getting-used- to before you will feel really comfortable in your everyday doings. Have you each selected your rooms?" There was a chorus of, `yeahs' so, with seemingly no trouble or effort, Hilda picked up the luggage and started out on a trip of disbursement. I followed along behind like the tail end of a kite.
Every move this giant of a woman made revealed more of her nakedness and I was startled by how shapely she was. At one point, after all of the luggage had at least been distributed to the appropriate bedrooms, she turned to me and said,
"Hilda was picked for you because she is big enough to accept your husband during those times when you are indisposed!"
I sucked in my breath for I suddenly realized that we were being gifted with not only a nanny, but a live-in whore as well! Hilda wasn't the only sexual influence in this apartment. Not by a long shot. In every room that I went into, the pictures on every wall were subtlety erotic. None were pornographic, but the subliminal sexual message was overtly clear. I guess, for the first time, I came to the realization just how large of an emphasis this company placed upon sex! As our stay with the company got longer and longer, I knew that fucking was the rule of the day!
While Sally and Mike, Jr. Unpacked, I cornered Hilda and asked her point blank,
"What are your duties supposed to be?"
"Hilda is here to help you and every member of your family - especially the young ones. The company knows - from past experience- that most parents have a difficult time in instructing their children in what will be expected of them in this new life. I am here to do that for you. They will see me and become inured to every-day nudity and I shall teach them the art of sex. Is Sally a virgin?"
This question floored me for I had never really thought about that.
"I..uh..I..uh..I think so!"
"Not to worry. Hilda has taken many, many young girl's cherries during her time with this company. I will make her ready for sex! I have a first suggestion. You should disappear and leave your children with me. Go into your bedroom and make like you are making a phone call. You will be able to hear everything that is said. I have found that most children will speak openly with me when they hesitate to say some things in front of their parents."
I stared at her unable to believe her bald statement of ruining my young daughter while she continued,
"You got dildo? Big dildo?"
I almost shouted at her that it was none of her business, but I began to calm down as I realized that this was just another facet of the weird life we had committed ourselves to. In answer to her question, I merely nodded.
"That is really good. You would be surprised at how many of your kind of woman does not have any sort of instrument to bring satisfaction to their cunts or asses as suits their preference. Hilda big girl in many ways. She need extra large dildo or cock. Maybe, you got double - ended dildo?"
Again I nodded and I halfway expected her to ask me next which hole I preferred for fucking, but she didn't. All of these questions and answers were brought to a hasty end when the children came tearing back into the living room.
Mike, Jr. blurted out, "Look, Mom! They even gave us covers like Hilda is wearing!" and true enough, both kids were now dressed in that extremely revealing shawl. Mike, Jr., went on with his description of their new clothing,
"Mom look! When I walk my prick comes out from under this- what did you call it, sis?"
"It is a serape you idiot!"
"Sally, obviously our brother is struck by these new pieces of clothing - what do you think of them?"
"They are okay, I guess." Sally was obviously hesitant at talking about anything that might even suggest nudity.
"Look. I have to phone your father and let him know that we arrived safe and sound so, while I'm doing that, you can have a heart-to-heart with Hilda and she can give you all of the lowdown on what things are like here. If you have any questions that Hilda can't answer, I'll be right here in my bedroom."
I nodded to Hilda and she smiled in return. As I left the room, Hilda pulled a straight-backed chair up and sat down. I must add that she was not very graceful or lady-like and, after she got settled in the chair, her cunt was visible to the entire world.
"Okay. Now you two get yourselves settled. We are going to have a little chat. Oh, I should have warned you. If you sit on the floor, these serapes will not protect your butt from the pinpricks of the carpet. Okay, settle down. Now, I know who you are but, you have never met me, so the first thing I will do is introduce myself. You already know that my name is Hilda and you should have guessed that I work for the same company that your father works for. The people who run that company have sent me over here to help you get settled into this new world and believe me it is a world unlike any you may have seen before. If you don't understand what I am telling you, speak up. This is not a class and there will be no exam!"
That brought forth a burst of laughter from both Sally and Mike, Jr.
"I am from Finland and, in my country, I am called a houra. In your world, that's the same as calling me a whore! Do you both know what a whore is?" They both nodded. "That's good. I am so glad that your parents have seen fit to properly educate you!" That brought forth more laughter. "In my country, I am also known as a, `lemminkainen'! And I'll bet that nether one of you can guess what that means?" There were no answers forthcoming. "Well, we don't want your little minds to be puzzled by these strange words so I will tell you. A lemminkainen is a witch!"
Hilda looked into both pairs of eyes and then said,
"Ooh! My God! Did she say witch? You can bet your life on it that is just exactly what she said. So, any time you think you can pull something over on me, well, you had better have another think coming!
Now, as you have already undoubtedly noticed neither you nor I are wearing anything under our serapes. That is so you and I and your mother and your father will get accustomed to seeing us all with little or no clothes on.
Have either of you ever gone naked in front of other people before?"
"Not me! Boys just don't do that!"
"Like hell they don't!"
"Aw, Sally you shouldn't have said that. And, besides, what about you and that crazy girl's club you belong to at school. You told me once that you all sit around with your bare cunny's showing!"
"Stop it, Junior. You don't have to tell positively everything!"
"Well Sally. Suppose you tell me about this club you belong to?"
"Old Miss Schoenbrun is our faculty advisor and she prefers for us girls to ....well, when we enter the club room, each and every one of us is supposed to take off our panties and fold them neatly in front of where we sit - on the floor, of course!"
"Does Miss Schoenbrun take off her panties as well?"
"No. She says that it is not nice for a faculty advisor to expose herself before the students."
"Well, do you just sit there with your cunnies exposed or do you do something more?"
Sally hesitated again before answering. Then she said, "Yes. Every girl rubs her cunny." Sally must have anticipated the next question for she volunteered, "And sometimes we finger our cunnies."
"And I'll bet that it isn't an accident when your fingers just happen to slip into your cunnies?"
Sally didn't answer that statement at all. She just looked down at her hand. She seemed to just notice that her hand was rubbing her cunny for she suddenly jerked it away.
"How about you.... Junior? Is that how you are called? Don't you boys get together, too?"
"Sure. Jimmy Robertson's mom doesn't care what we do in Jimmy's room so we sit around on the floor with our pricks in our hands and see who can shoot the farthest!"
"So you boys know what it means to say you are, `coming'?"
"Sure we aren't stupid. We know about shooting and jism and condoms and baby-making and all that stuff."
"My, my. I didn't realize just how informed you boys are. Now, who is going to tell me what happened at your grandparent's house?"
Sally gasped and Junior nearly choked! Finally, Sally asked, "How did you know about that?"
"My dear girl, I have just told you I am a witch. I have my ways of learning a lot of things that you don't know that I know. Now, what happened while you were staying with your grandparents?"
"It wasn't my fault!"
"Junior, you were just as eager to do it as I was. The first night we were there, our grandparents told us they had to go out and play cards so they left us alone in the house. We didn't know what to do and we were roaming around looking for something that we could use to entertain ourselves when we found this DVD. "
"Aw, Sally! We didn't find it! It was just laying out there where we could see it! Anyways, we put it in the machine and it started playing right away!"
"What did you see?"
Sally was so obviously embarrassed that she was no longer commenting. Junior, on the other hand, was rearing to go.
"Boy, oh Boy! It was in color and there were these two people and they were naked and he was kissing her cunny!"
"How did that affect you?"
"I got hot as hell and Sally was just as hot!"
"I was not!"
"You were or else why did you start sliding your fingers into your cunny? And you asked me if I wanted to kiss your cunny!"
"Well you rolled over onto your belly and put your smarmy mouth right up next to my clean cunny."
"Yeah, but when I stuck my tongue into your cunny, you let out a kinda shriek and fell over backwards."
"Okay. That's enough arguing. Did you do anything else?"
"I'll say we did! Or, actually, my dirty brother did. He pushed me backwards onto the floor, jumped on top of me and stuck that dirty, greasy prick of his right into my cunny!"
"Yeah, but you liked it!"
"I did not!"
"You did or why did you keep on saying, `more, more, more'?"
"I didn't enjoy what you were doing to me I just didn't want to hurt your feelings!"
"And why would you be concerned about Junior's feelings?"
"Miss Schoenbrun told us girls that we should never criticize a boy's equipment because that embarrasses them."
"But you aren't really telling us the truth are you?"
Sally hesitated yet again before slowly shaking her head.
"Then what is the truth? You enjoyed Junior's prick inside your cunny, didn't you?"
Sally spoke a very weak, "Yes."
"Did anything else happen while you were at your grandparent's home?"
"Granny kissed my willie!"
"How did that happen?"
I was just waking up the next morning when she came into my bedroom. I had gotten into the habit of not wearing my pajama bottoms when I sleep so I was naked from my hips down. Granny began running her hands under my pajama top and all over my chest and my belly and my sides. She wasn't really rubbing me. Her fingers were just sorta sliding over my skin. I ain't never felt anything like that before and so I was almost as surprised as granny when my Willie stood straight up. She pulled the covers off of me and there it was! As hard as I have ever seen it. She put her fingers around it and said something about not letting this beauty go to waste and then she bent down and kissed my Willie right on the head.
Holy cow! I almost came right on her face, but granddad came in and led granny out of the room. I heard her say, `it wouldn't have hurt the boy to feel a little lovin' kiss!'. Later, after I got up, I went into the kitchen and there stood Granddad and granny at the sink and granddad had his hand up granny's dress and he was rubbing her butt. That's how I knew that granny didn't wear any panties!"
"Did your grandfather ever touch you?"
Again, Sally hung her head before giving a shy, weak nod.
"What did he do?"
"It was our last night there at our grandparent's house and granddad and I were standing at the sink drying the dishes. All of a sudden, his reached over and turned me so that I was facing him. Then he slid his hand up under my dress and began rubbing me. I began tingling all through my belly!"
"You mean he was rubbing your cunny?"
"Yes and he had somehow gotten his fingers under the edge of my panties. Oooh great heavens! He pushed one of his fingers up into my cunny and I nearly exploded." Sally was obviously reliving her experience. "And when he stuck another finger and then another finger into my cunny, I did explode."
"What did he do then?"
"He pulled his prick out of his pants and made me take it in my hand. He started moving hi ships back-and-forth as though he was fucking my hand. Then he gave a big grunt and he began to shoot his stuff all over my hand. There was an awful lot of his stuff and it covered my hand." Sally paused her description of her evening's events.
"And then?"
"He made me lick his gooey stuff off of my hand! It was awful!"
"You didn't like it?"
"Weeellll, the taste wasn't all that bad, but he just stood there with a smile on his face that I didn't like. It made me feel like a really bad girl!"
"Well, Junior? What were you and granny doing while all of this was going on in the kitchen?"
"Granny and I were sitting on the couch in the living room. At first, we weren't doing anything, but then, granny reached across and began rubbing my Willie through my pants. It didn't take her long to get my Willie out and in her hands. She began rubbing it until I thought I was going to shoot. At that point, she swung her left leg up over the back of the couch and pulled me to her until my Willie was touching her cunny. She gave a sort of lunge and my Willie went clear into her cunny. She was staring into my eyes and I was getting hotter by the minute. Then she just sort of clamped down upon my Willie with her cunny muscles and I blew my whole wad right into her guts! She kissed me and then she rolled off the couch and got up. She didn't have any panties to put on so she just dropped her dress and moved towards the kitchen."
Junior paused for a second or so before he said, "Granny wasn't wearing any panties and mom doesn't wear any panties either!"
"JUNIOR!" Sally promptly jumped on his last remark. "That's a terrible thing to say about your own mother!"
"But, it's true! I saw it! Honestly, Hilda, I saw mom without any panties on. It was the first night that mom and dad were back from Washington." He turned and gave his sister a sly smile. "That was the first night that I was sleeping alone" -this was an obvious reference to something his sister had been in the habit of doing- "and I couldn't get to sleep. I went down to mom and dad's room and was just about to go in when I heard them talking. Their door wasn't fully closed so I peeked around the edge and I saw mom undressing. SALLY, SHE DIDN'T HAVE ANY PANTIES ON!"
The next day when mom and I went to the store together, I watched her as she got out of the car and she didn't have any panties on then either!
Well, miss know-it-all sister, something else strange has happened since that night. I have seen mom several times and the big bunch of hair she had around her cunny is gone! Her cunny is just as clean and smooth as yours or Hilda's! Look!" And with that, this wild boy pulled the edge of Sally's serape up exposing her cunny and, before she could react, he did the same to Hilda's serape.
That startled everybody and for several minutes there was no sound at all. Unnoticed, Junior's excited discussion had resulted in him moving ever closer to Hilda's chair so that, when he pulled her serape up, he was virtually sitting between Hilda's legs. Then Hilda slid gently forward on her chair and pulled Junior's head right up into her cunny!
Hilda glanced over at Sally and said, "I think Junior deserves a much closer look at a woman's cunny, don't you?"
Hilda began rubbing Junior's face all along her cunny even down to that funny little hole in her butt. Sally gasped for Junior's tongue was all the way out of his mouth and he was licking Hilda's cunny just like the man in the movie. Sally's belly began to churn as her excitement level grew. Finally, she could stand it no longer and she pushed her brother aside and pushed up to where her face could replace his. For the first time in their lives, they both got a vivid taste of a woman's cunt! And, although they would never admit it to any other, they enjoyed it immensely!
Sally was heard to ask as the two of them walked to their rooms and a shower, "You saw daddy's Willie?"
"Sure did!"
"What does it look like?"
"Baby, it is big and I mean BIG! It would rip your guts from your cunny to your throat if he ever tried to get that monster into you!"
Sally's answer was inaudible as they moved away.
Their mother was flat out upon the floor with an immense dildo stuffed into her cunny. Her chest was rising and falling like the sea tides as her second? third? orgasm roared through her guts.
She thought, "How could my parents do those things to my children. I don't recall them ever trying to do that to me!"
"Well we certainly won't have to teach those kids much about fucking. They know an awful lot now!"