A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, a widow, driven to the extremes of lust, are the subjects of this novel. Under the circumstances, we can understand how these two individuals are driven into each other's arms. Our society forbids sexual union between a mother and son, but sometimes it seems to be the most likely way for both to find satisfaction.
As you read this account of passions unleashed, try to put yourself into the characters' roles and then see if you can find fault. Although they sink deeper and deeper into wanton behavior, they, at least, get a taste of all those pleasures that so many of us miss.
So, what is normal? What are the rules we should live by? Is conformity to the average the goal, or should we seek our pleasures in extremes?
In MOM WAS REST each reader must decide for himself what is the right path. So, take a trip into the nether world of sexuality, and find out what goes on behind the drawn shutters of our neighbors' lives.
Chapter One
Sue noticed the bulge in his pants right away as he walked toward her up the aisle, steady and sure despite the swaying of the train. She knew he was looking for a seat and the one next to her was empty. His eyes caught her swelling tits just as she was sizing up the bulge in his pants. Naturally, he slipped into the seat next to hers, brushing her knees and sending a wave of lust through her.
Visiting her son at school always turned her on. All those teenage studs made her pussy drool with hunger and she had to do something about it. She glanced at the man beside her. He was a big, handsome guy in his early thirties. Sue asked him some question about the train schedule, but the look in her eyes gave him the real message. When he asked her to join him in the club car for a drink, he saw her blue eyes light up and small mouth curl into a warm smile. As she nodded, he noticed how her cascading blonde hair bounced on her shoulders.
She led the way to the club car, and Phil -- that was his name -- watched her ass sway back and forth in her tight slacks, she had a perfect ass, and he was sure the rest of her was equal to it.
They sat facing each other, sipping drinks and making small talk, but they were both preoccupied with each other's body. Finally, Phil suggested that they have dinner together when they got back to town.
Sue looked at him with her most seductive gaze, smiled and said, "I don't think I can wait that long."
"Well, there's no need to wait, really. Will you follow me?"
"Just try to lose me," she said.
Phil got up and walked to the end of the car. Sue gave him a head start, then followed. At the end of the car, Phil ducked into the men's room. Sue glanced back over her shoulder, saw that no one was looking, and sliped in behind him. There wasn't much room, but they didn't need much.
As soon as the door was closed, they embraced and their mouths closed together. Phil felt Sue's lips part and be stuck his tongue between them. Her tongue was like a serpent as it mingled with his slithering and squirming, lashing and licking.
Phil began caressing and fondling her firm tits. His cock was hard and pulsing against Sue's belly. Feeling its strong twitches against her, Sue's cunt was oozing warm, slippery fluid, soaking her panties.
Phil fondled and kneaded one of her tits. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he could feel the jellied liveliness of the boob as he jostled it around in his hand. He pinched her nipple and felt it harden into a stiff gum drop. Sue's nipples were huge, and when erect, they pushed a little peak into her blouse.
Sue slipped her hand between their bodies and felt the bone in Phil's pants. The touch made her gasp, sucking Phil's tongue deep in her mouth. She could feel the shape of the fat head right through his pants. It was huge and throbbing with desire.
As Sue unzipped his pants Phil leaned back against the wall and began unbuttoning her blouse. His eyes were fixed on her luscious tits. The valley between them looked inviting and he wanted to put his face in there and feel those jugs squeeze his head. One after the other, the buttons gave way and her boobs came into view. Phil had seen plenty of tits in his day, but this pair made him stop and stare.
Sue's tits were terrifically firm. They stuck out as if they were reaching toward Phil's embrace. The nipples were two dark pink, inviting nubbins. Phil put his hands under the luscious mounds and lifted them. When be had seen enough, be plunged his face into their softness.
Phil moved his face over the smooth, warm surface of those beauties, buried his head between them, then stuffed one nipple into his mouth. He couldn't remember ever having such a big tit in his mouth, and the experience was thrilling. His tongue lapped at the hard nipple, tickling, licking and poking it.
Sue reached into his fly and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She had a hard time trying to pull it out because of its tremendous size, but with some effort and with Phil's help, she managed to free it. It felt very hot and huge in her hands as she fondled it. Holding the shaft with one hand, she played with the head with the other. She fingered his cock-head and tried to imagine how it would feel plunging into her cunt.
Sue squeezed his cock-head and felt it spring back to full size as she released it. She gently slid the loose skin up and down over the hard bone. Her hands were being jerked around by the powerful thrashing of the sausage. Phil's slavering of her tits was sending her into the realm of sexual bliss where she loved to be.
She was so far gone already that she hardly noticed Phil's fingers fumbling with her slacks. The button and zipper were on the side and Phil was having some trouble unfastening the garment. Finally, Sue realized what he was doing and she let go of his cock and helped him. When the slacks were opened, he tugged at them until they slid down her hips, exposing her golden cunt-hair.
The tiny room was immediately filled with the hot odor of a ready cunt. Phil noticed the crotch of her panties was a soaking mess as he pulled them down, and Phil knew that he'd found a horny chick. He cupped her hairy mound and gave it a squeeze. Cunt juice flowed over his fingers and he rubbed the viscous oil on her thighs.
Phil slipped his mouth from her tits and kissed her once again. He liked to ream a chick's mouth with his tongue while he stabbed her pussy with a finger. As they kissed, he toyed with her cunt with his big middle finger. The whole area around that deft was well lubricated with her juice, and his finger glided in effortlessly.
With his finger between those fleshy lips, his cock began jerking with even more energy. He felt around in the hot envelope from front to back. Every time he ran his fingertip over the puckered skin around Sue's clit, a shudder went through her body. He felt the inner-lips wiggling under his finger as be slid it to the rear of that slit. He even let his finger travel out of her cunt and propped it against her tight asshole.
Phil gave Sue a little preview of what was to come by pushing his finger into the drooling tube of her pussy. She was tight, he was glad to discover. He plunged his finger deep into that chamber, wiggling it all around. The wet, satin lining felt so good on his finger that he couldn't imagine how it was going to be having his cock stuffed in there.
Sue's cunt grabbed at his finger. With his finger shoved in all the way, Phil's hand was pressed to the spongy lips, and Sue ground her crotch on his palm to stimulate her clit. Phil helped by mashing his hand against her cunt and rubbing vigorously.
Sue let go of his cock just long enough to unfasten his belt and let his pants fall down. Now she could get at his balls as well, and she took advantage of it. While she ran her fingers up and down the length of his tool, she scooped up his balls with her other hand. They nestled in her hand like two eggs in a nest. She squeezed them with just enough force to add to his lust without hurting him.
She moved her fingertips to the bald area under his balls and tickled him. Then her fingers crawled farther back until she was nearing his asshole. Phil spread his legs when he realized what that sex-crazed bitch was up to. One of her fingers crept to his puckered hole and wiggled in. Phil was filled with uncontrollable lust. He shook and took deep breaths through his nose as he continued to kiss Sue.
He took his hand from her cunt, moved it around her hip and attacked from behind. He sent the middle finger back up her snatch, but now he could get at her asshole too. He smeared some of her cream on the hole to make penetration easier.
Now Phil had her impaled like a two-fingered bowling ball. He wiggled his two fingers in those twin chambers, and felt his wiggling amplified by her whole body. Her ass was incredibly tight and hot, but with a finger coated with her cunt juice, he was able to move without much trouble. He could feel one finger with the other through the thin membrane that separated the holes.
Sue was driving Phil into a frenzy of passion with her skillful fingering. She scratched his cock lightly and brushed her fingers under the prick-head. She could tell by the way his rod was throbbing now that he wasn't too far from coming.
"Fuck me now, Phil," she whispered hoarsely. "Now, now. Fuck me, oh-h-h, fuck me!"
Her voice was rising with lust. Suddenly, Phil lifted her onto the small sink beside them. Pulling his fingers from her crotch openings, he grabbed an ass-cheek in each hand and brought his cock to her gaping cunt. Sue helped him enter her. They both made desperate groans as his prick stretched her inner lips and filled her cave. There was nothing in the world like the feeling of his cock in a tight pussy, Phil thought as he felt her cunt slide over his rod. It fit like a sock. He kept pushing and his prick went deeper and deeper as Sue moaned.
Phil began moving his hips back and forth, driving his prick in and out relentlessly. He felt her pussy muscles gripping his cock as he withdrew it, then she resisted his thrust, so they both had the maximum sensations. Phil moved slowly at first, then gradually increased his pumping speed as the pleasure mounted.
Phil pushed Sue's body back against the minor over the sink, and leaned back against the wall. Now, looking down, be could see his prick pistoning into her cunt. He could see her pink inner lips stretched over the thickness of his prick, her cunt sucking on his dong, trying to bold on to it.
Sue's wanton cries sounded incredibly loud in that tiny space and the cries increased Phil's passion. He was bearing almost all of her weight in his hands as be gripped her ass. Sue had her legs thrown around his waist. She was pulling their hips together with all her might as their orgasms began to overwhelm them.
Phil began to grunt with animal passion as pure pleasure filled him. His jism came to a boil and began charging into Sue's pussy. As it exploded from his cock, he was hit with bolts of ecstasy. He screwed up his face in a grimace of pleasure and had to fight to keep his eyes open so he could see the expression of passion on Sue's face.
Her orgasm was overpowering too, and when she felt the heat of his cream shooting into her cunt, she hit her peaks. Taking him into a tight scissors hold with her legs, she pumped her cunt on his spewing prick with a last, desperate flurry of fucking madness.
They kept going as long as they could, but soon they were staggering in exhaustion. Phil let Sue's weight down on the sink and relaxed his body on the cool metal wall behind him again. They stayed like that, their eyes shut and chests heaving. They both felt Phil's cock shrivel in the grip of Sue's soggy cunt. When it finally slipped out, they tried to get themselves together.
With dazed minds, they pulled their clothes into position, arranged their hair and left the men's room. There were about twenty men standing at the door, waiting to see who was responsible for all the lewd noises that came from there. It didn't occur to Sue and Phil that anyone had heard them, and even when they heard the applause and laughter break out, it didn't mean anything to them.
They staggered back to their seats and collapsed in satisfaction. Sue noticed Phil lift his hand to his face every now and then to sniff the odor of her cunt that still covered his fingers. She was thinking about the visit she had just taken to Persy Prep.
Sue felt bad about having sent Bill away to school, but since his father died, she didn't seem to be able to manage very well. Harry had been dead for almost two years, and she was getting herself together slowly, but there were still problems. Fortunately, guys like Phil kept her biggest problem under control. But horiness reared its head at any hour, and when that happened, Sue was finding herself less able to control herself. She was doing things to get laid now that she never dreamed she would do, and she couldn't have a handsome teenage kid like Bill around.
Chapter Two
All the guys were more agitated than usual after visits. Bill loved to see his mother on Sundays, but that was only part of the fun. There weren't any girls at Persy Prep, but on Sundays the place was filled with the mothers and sisters, and some of them were real hot chicks. Bill knew that his own mother was one of the best-looking women to visit, and he knew that she was in a lot of the guys' minds when they went to their rooms and jerked off when all the visitors left.
It seemed to make Bill's horniness even worn to live among all those horny kids. They always were talking about girls, even though the conversations were ninety percent lies. Bill had never gotten more than bare tit from a girl, and he didn't think many of the guys had done any better, but it was nice to believe that the stories they told each other were true. At least that made it seem that fucking wasn't just a myth made up to torture young boys.
Bill didn't think any of the other guys were as horny as he was and had been so bad off that he'd even tried to befriend Sally, the headmaster's daughter. She wasn't exactly good-looking, but she was a girl Bill had taken her out for a movie and sodas a few times, but all he ever got for his efforts were a few wet kisses and the ridicule of his classmates.
After dinner that night, Larry came over to him and told him that there was a plan to get some action. Larry and Bill went over to a huddle of kids in the recreation room and listened in on the plan. Some of the guys were planning to sneak out and go on a peeping raid. There was a girl's school not far away, and every now and then a bunch of guys from Persy would go over and peek in the windows of the dorm. It sounded like a good idea to Bill.
Bill had gone on one of those voyeuristic expeditions before, and it had paid off. The image of a naked chick stepping out of a shower and rubbing herself dry had stayed with him for a long time and fed his fantasies while he stroked his starving prick. When he saw that chick at a dance, his cock swelled and wouldn't go down until he last sight of her.
Some of the older boys told stories about being sneaked into the dorm by horny chicks and fucked. That gave the whole project more appeal. As long as Bill had been around though, nothing of the sort had ever happened. But, it still could.
Bill was not exactly the ideal student and he was in trouble as often as not. He was taking a big chance going on that raid. If he got caught there would be a good chance he would get expelled. He'd already been expelled from two other schools, and he knew it was a drag for his Mom. But the horny energy raging through him was insatiable and made it impossible for him to turn down the opportunity.
The plan was for all the guys to go to bed early, then meet behind the gym. They would have to hurry or risk being too late to see any chicks still awake. Bill was looking forward to the raid. Spending all his time at that school made it absolutely necessary that he find excitement somewhere.
As soon as Mr. Clark had taken bed check, the guys who were going began to sneak around, gathering up their clothes and creeping out of the building. They gathered behind the gym until there were about ten horny, excited guys. When it seemed that they were all there, they started on their way. When the guys saw the lit windows of the dorm, they began to get hardons that made it difficult for them to run. It galled them that the girls went to bed later than they did, but in this case it was handy.
They looked over the lawns, and not seeing anything, they dashed into the bushes that lined the side of the dormitory. They spread out, with the agreement that if any of them saw anything interesting, they would call the others using an imitation of an owl. None of them could have imitated an owl well enough to fool anyone, but they all knew that if any one of them stumbled on anything good, they wouldn't want a bunch of guys descending on them to give away the whole thing. It was every man for himself, but it was fun to plan to use owl calls and that sort of thing.
Bill and Larry stuck together. Bill thought it would be a good idea to run to the other side of the building where they wouldn't have so much competition. Leaving the others behind, they zipped through the bushes as quietly as they could. The other side of the building had a lot of lit windows and they were hopeful.
They could see into the first floor windows easily, and they peered into a few empty rooms before they got to anything that looked promising. Then they came to a well-lit bedroom. The bathroom door was opened and they could see steam drifting through the door. They looked at each other, nodded and silently agreed to stay there and see what would happen.
As they watched, a girl came into view from the opposite side of the room. This was getting exciting. She was a pretty girl with nice big tits. She was dressed, and that was a good sign. The boys knew that she would be getting ready for bed soon. The shade was pulled down to within a few inches of the windowsill, so the guys figured they wouldn't he seen.
The girl began to fish through some drawers as the guys kept their eyes glued to her luscious body, hoping to see more of it. When she pulled a gauzy garment from a drawer and held it up in front of her, the guys really began to get excited -- but it was a sheer nightgown. She laid the gown on the bed and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Both boys could feel their hearts pounding in their chests and their faces flushed. They gripped the window sill with sweaty hands. In a few seconds the girl had pulled off her blouse and stood there in her bra. The guys were afraid that she might be able to feel their intense gaze on her tits.
Then she disappeared. She walked right out of sight and the guys were ready to bang their heads on the brick building in disappointment. When she came back in view they couldn't have been happier. She must have gone to bang up the blouse in the closet, and now she was reaching behind her back to unfasten the bra. In one deft movement she dropped her arms and caught the bra in her hands.
The guys stared at her tits with their mouths hanging open. They had a pair of tits in their imaginations for so long that the sight of a genuine pair seemed like a dream. And the pair they were gawking at was truly gorgeous. They seemed snowy white in contrast to the girl's tanned body, and her nipples were bright pink. Bill and Larry imagined what it would be like to take those tits in their hands and feel them.
The girl walked to the dresser and dropped the bra into a drawer. With every step her tits bounced gently up and dawn. The sight of them in motion made Bill and Larry melt with lust, except for their cocks, of course, which grew even harder and bigger.
As the girl unbuttoned her pants the guys were on the verge of passing out from sheer agony. She stepped out of her pants, giving the guys a good look at her long, tanned legs and her ass as it could be seen through her sheer underpants.
"Ohbhhh, I'd love to stick my cock into that chick," Larry moaned with desperation.
"Yeahhhh," Bill groaned.
They saw how her pretty ass stood out with the same sensuous curve as her tits. They supposed her body was firm and solid all over. Again she walked out of sight for a few seconds, but the guys knew she would soon be back, and they watched her tits bouncing and looked at the dark triangle that they could see through the front of the bikini undies. They didn't know where to look hardest as her whole body was in such good view.
She walked back to her dresser and pulled down her panties. Her smooth, round ass looked so good that both guys tried to imagine how it would feel to have those checks as a pillow. They were both hoping that she would turn toward them and give them a look at her muff. Suddenly, she turned around and stepped toward the window, offering them the treat of seeing her young, but fully blossomed body, without any obstacles of clothing. Her cunt was covered with a light sprinkling of fleecy hair and they thought they could make out the dark slit that was buried in there. She went out of sight at the side of the window, then reappeared, walking away from them. Her ass moved with a wiggle that was at least as exciting as the way her tits shook.
Leaning over the nightgown on the bed, she gave the guys the best view yet. Her wide ass was pointing toward them, and beneath the crack, peeking out between her thighs, was her hairy cunt. Larry groaned and Bill's tongue moved over his lips in his hungry passion. They were so engrossed in the sight that they didn't even notice the other girl come out of the bathroom until she was standing right next to the first girl.
The second chick had obviously just stepped out of a hot shower. Her naked body was pink from a good scrubbing. She was very thin, her tits were small, but had a wonderful ski-jump shape. They could see her bony pelvis framing the area of her belly and dark, curly pussy. The wet hair that hung down both sides of her face was strawberry colored.
The girl who they'd first seen stood up and faced her roommate. The sight of them standing there like that was more than the guys had any right to hope for, but what happened next was truly a voyeur's dream. The thin girl put her hands on her friend's hips and they leaned toward each other. Their tits touched and they kissed.
It took a few seconds for the guys to realize what they were seeing. The girls wrapped their arms around each other and their kiss deepened. Hands grabbed asses and tits mashed together.
"Oh, my God!" Larry whispered. "I can't stand it."
Bill looked over at his friend and saw him unzip his fly. Bill didn't want to waste time looking at Larry, but be knew what he was up to. Bill knew that he would succumb too. This didn't happen every day, and he might as well take advantage of it. He pulled his twitching cock out too.
When they saw the thin girl reach up and take her lover's tit into her hand, they squilled wildly, wishing they were in the room instead. They both grabbed their cocks, and began stroking.
The girls fell back on the bed without letting go of each other. As the guys tried to pump their cocks slowly, the thin girl wiggled down her roommate's body until her face was at the level of those tits the guys had marveled at. She kissed the nipples of each boob and stroked them with her thin hand.
When the slim chick crawled down even lower on her friend's body the boys couldn't wait to see if what they thought was going to happen actually would. They'd beard of chicks eating each other, but they never dreamed that they would get to see it with their own eyes.
They followed the thin girl's kisses as they neared her friend's cunt. They could see the curls rising over the side of her hip, and they wondered if they had the chance to stick their own faces into a hot cunt, what it would feel like. The thin girl made herself comfortable between her roommate's legs. The first girl was lying on her back, her tits were flattened on her chest and her legs were spread. The slim chick lowered her face right on the patch of cunt-hair and her friend arched her back.
Bill and Larry were going wild with vicarious lust. Larry couldn't restrain his hand, and out of the corner of his eye Bill saw his friend's hand jerk back and forth in a blur. Then he heard the grunts that told him that his buddy had come. Bill was still determined to make his own pleasure last longer.
The cunt-eater they were watching was really throwing herself into the perverted feast. She had lifted her friend's legs and had stuffed her face into the vee between her thighs. The guys could see by the way her head was bobbing and twisting that she was working hard on that cunt.
Neither Bill nor Larry ever imagined a chick could get into such a frantic state of passion. They had both jerked themselves into ecstasy a thousand times, but they knew that they had never approached the ecstasy that that chick was feeling.
When they thought that they had seen everything, a treat for their ears came through the window. Desperate sounds of agony were coming from that wanton girl's throat, but the guys knew it wasn't agony, but just the opposite. Oh, if they could only be the ones who were making that chick cry out like that, they both thought, they would be the happiest boys in the world. But it seemed too good to ever come true.
Bill knew it was time to increase the pumping on his cock. The pleasure had been mounting and he couldn't hope to be more ready. His fist gradually, but steadily, went faster until he thought he would fall into the bushes with spasms of uncontrollable ecstasy. He didn't want to miss a thing, so he pressed his nose against the glass and kept his eyes on the action.
Just as he felt his prick explode with white spewings, he was rewarded with the sight of the chick on her back going into a fit of crazy convulsions. He knew that he was watching a girl in the midst of an orgasm, just as he was having one. The coincidence made his own climax more powerful, and he wondered how the girl would feel about having a guy spray the wall of her dorm with his cream as he watched her in her ecstasy.
Bill and the girl in the room both began to come down from the heights of pleasure at the same time. The thin girl lifted her face from the cunt-pit it had been stuck in, and she stretched out beside her spent friend.
Bill and Larry were all ready to see what would happen next when Charity came running up. He looked white as a sheet. He didn't even look into the window, as be told the guys that a school guard had caught a bunch of the guys.
Bill and Larry were alarmed. They hated to leave in the middle of the show that they'd discovered, but they didn't want to get caught. Since they had both already jerked off, and they knew what window to come back to, they decided to split.
The three of them crept to the corner of the building, looked around, and saw their buddies with a guy in uniform. The guard was looking the other way, and the three of them ran across the lawn to the woods. Once they were among the trees, they felt safe, but they had a ways to go before they were back in their bed.
They ran all the way and everything seemed fine, but just as they were about to go into their own dorm, Mr. Clark appeared before them. They stopped abruptly.
"I just got a call from our neighbors across the highway. That was a foolish thing to do fellows. You'll all be called to Mr. Borden's office tomorrow morning. Good night, now."
Mr. Clark disappeared, leaving the guys deflated. Bill and Larry knew that they were in trouble, but they wouldn't have traded their experience for anything. They went to bed with the memory of the sights they had seen.
Bill knew what getting caught would mean for him. He hated to think of what that meant to his mother. She would have to find another school for him. Maybe this time she would let him go to public school and live at home with her, but he really couldn't believe that would happen.
Suddenly, there seemed to be only one thing that made any sense. Bill would leave right then.
He could catch a train into the city and think about what he would tell his mother.
Now that he'd made up his mind, he felt better. Being on his own in New York was a thrilling thought. He also made up his mind on another matter. He was going to get laid. No matter what what he had to do, he was going to stick his prick into a cunt, and he was going to do it as soon as he could. After watching those lezzies have all that fun, he decided that it was time for him to start enjoying pussy.
He pulled out his luggage and began stuffing his clothes in. He had just had a birthday and still had some of the money that his grandmother had sent him. It would be enough for a while, anyhow. He couldn't wait to get to the big city and all its pleasures.
It was a long walk from school to the train, but he made it just in time for the last train. Na one had seen him leave school, and he was slightly disappointed because he felt like daring anyone to try and stop him, but he knew it would be better to get away without incident.
Once he was on the train he felt like a new boy. Persy was father behind him every second and the pleasures of the city were closer.
Chapter Three
When Bill got to Penn Station in New York, he was a little disappointed to find it almost deserted.
When he hit the street, the story was the same. He expected to see a bunch of whores banging around waiting for him, but be knew that was ridiculous. He would have to go to the right part of town or know some phone numbers.
He'd always heard that Times Square was a good place to find whores, so he headed in that direction after stashing his bag in a locket. It was exciting to be back in the city after his exile at school, and he felt more confident that he was going to get fucked than he ever had before.
As he neared Times Square the crowd began to thicken. The lights were blazing on the signs and marquees. He stopped at Broadway and looked around. There didn't seem to be any whores standing around; everybody seemed to be in motion, flowing along the sidewalk.
Then a voice filtered through the sounds of the street.
"Want a girl friend? Hey, sport, looking for a chick?"
Bill stopped and looked in the direction of the voice. There was a guy standing in a doorway, talking to him. The guy motioned Bill over to him. No wonder be hadn't seen any whores around, he thought. They all wed pimps to get their customers. Anybody would know that.
"Hey, you want a chick? I got a real gorgeous babe for ya, kid."
"Uh, where is she?" Bill asked. He didn't want to seem dumb, but it seemed to be a good question.
"She's waitin' for ya, man. Come on. I'll take ya there."
"Uh, what's she look like?" Bill asked.
"She's dynamite. And if she don't look good enough, there's six other chicks all available."
Bill walked beside the guy and was led into a doorway. He found himself in the shabby lobby of a hotel. There was some torn up furniture and a desk without anyone behind it. It looked shady, but what could you expect, Bill figured.
"Gimme twenty and she's all yours," the pimp said.
Something seemed fishy to Bill. The guy saw him hesitate, and asked him what was the matter.
"Well, where is she?" Bill asked again.
"Room six-eleven," the pimp said. "She's waiting for ya. She'll do anything ya want. Suck ya, fuck ya, she can do both at the same time. Come on, man. I ain't got all night. Twenty, and she's yours."
It still seemed fishy to Bill, but he'd come this far. He wanted to get fucked so bad that he would hate himself if he blew it now. He took out his wallet and pulled out a crisp twenty-dollar bill.
The pimp took the bill and said, "Have fun, sport." He slapped Bill on the shoulder with a smile, and left. Bill was suddenly left alone.
Looking around he saw an elevator door and went over to it. Then be noticed a guy behind the desk, leaning back in a chair and snoozing. Bill cleared his throat to get the guy's attention. When the guy opened one eye to look at him, Bill told him to take him to the sixth floor.
The guy got up slowly and came to the elevator. Bill saw how old and stooped the guy looked as he led him into the elevator and turned the crank that made the door close, and the elevator began to rise. When they got to the sixth floor the door opened, but the elevator was about a foot too high, arid the old guy had to jerk the handle back and forth to get the cage even with the floor. Bill stepped out and was left alone once again. The hallway had gray and leprous walls. He felt a panic when he tried to remember the room number. Then he was sure that the pimp said six-eleven. Yes, that was it.
He walked down the hall until he found the room. He straightened out his hair and clothes, and, with a lump in his throat and one forming in pants, he knocked. He hoped the girl was as good as that pimp said she was. Nothing happened. Bill knocked again, louder. Still nothing. There was no doubt that he had the right room. He began to think something was wrong. But he knocked again, this time as hard as he could.
A grunt came from the room, but Bill couldn't tell what it was supposed to mean. Now he was getting mad. He banged on the door again.
"All right, all right," he heard a voice grumble on the other side of the door. It didn't sound like the voice of young, sexy chick, though. The door swung open, and Bill saw an old guy standing there in a dirty robe, squinting at him.
"What do you want?" the old guy asked.
Bill didn't know what to say. He was confused and aggravated that things weren't going well.
"I'm looking for a girl," he said. "Uh, she's supposed to be, uh, waiting for me here." As he spoke, his voice became an uncertain whine.
"What?" the old guy asked incredulously. "There ain't no girl in here. Geezes, a guy can't even get a night's sleep." The voice trailed off and the door was slammed in Bill's face.
For a few seconds Bill stood there, not knowing what to do. There must be some mistake, he thought. The room number was right, though. Bill thought of knocking again, but he realized that wouldn't do him any good. Then it hit him. There was no girl. He had given his money to a perfect stranger and been sent on a wild-goose chase.
His prick shriveled and he felt like an idiot. How could he have been so stupid? He felt his horiness turn to rage as he stood there. He hit himself on the head with his fist and headed toward an exit sign. He couldn't face that guy who ran the elevator now, and he would have to take the stairs. As he ran down the dark and creaky staircase, he swore he would find that pimp and get his money back.
Bill hit the street and headed for the doorway where he'd seen that guy. On his way, he heard the same pitch about ten times. But it was never the same guy, and when he got to that doorway, it was empty.
There was nothing to do but chalk it up to the experience, but Bill was still pissed. If he was going to get fucked, he would have to use his head.
He went to the station and picked up his bag and began looking for a hotel. His anger made him forget the weight of the suitcase, and he walked fast toward a neon hotel sign. It was a place that looked a lot like the one he'd just come from, but he knew he wouldn't be able to afford a better joint.
The room cost him as much as the nonexistent whore had, and he knew he wouldn't last long in the big city with his meager finances. Now that his anger was dissipating, his horniness was returning. As he was being taken to his room in the elevator, he asked the clerk about whores.
"Yeah, I can arrange it," the man said.
Bill asked him how much it would be, and the guy said twenty bucks.
"I'll only give the money to the girl," Bill said with a tone of shrewdness.
"Well, of course, what else?" the clerk said. "But you've got to give me five now for my trouble."
Bill didn't want to give the guy the money, but be figured he could always find the guy in the lobby, and things must be on the up and up. He handed the guy a five, went into his room and waited. The room wasn't too bad, but the bed was so soft that it was more like a hammock. Bill looked out the window, but there was nothing except a brick wall about ten feet away.
It was almost two in the morning, and Bill was feeling tired, but his hard-on was keeping him buzzing. He wished he had asked the guy how long it would take for the girl to get there. As he waited he recalled peeping into that dorm window. It seemed like years ago.
When be heard a knock on his door, he jumped. Suddenly, his heart began to pound. He shook with a mixture of lust and shyness as he walked to the door. It was very suspenseful to open a door and get his first look at the chick who would relieve him of his virginity.
When he opened the door be was faced with a woman who looked pretty good. Bill stood aside and walked in. He sized her up with horny interest. Her body was a bit chunky, but she had big tits and a wide ass. Her hair was piled up on her head with swirls and waves, and her face was colorfully painted. She walked to the middle of the room and began unbuttoning her black, silky blouse.
Bill closed the door and stood still, watching her. It was hard to believe that there was a woman in his room, taking off her clothes and willing to fuck him. He just stood there and watched.
The whore took off her blouse and threw it on the chair. Her big tits were suspended in a black bra, and they overflowed, spilling out on her chest.
She shifted her weight, put her hand on her hip and said, "Want me to undress first?"
Bill nodded. He felt that he should do something, but he wasn't sure what. His cock was sure ready. He could feel the pain of its confinement in his tight pants.
The whore reached behind her, just like the girl he had peeked at through that dorm window, but somehow, the effect was different. But at least this chick was at his disposal. She threw her bra after her blouse on the chair and showed her tits to the horny, young boy. They weren't very firm tits, but Bill couldn't complain. He was eager to get his hands on them.
She unfastened her red slacks and pulled them down. As she readied down to slip them off her feet, her tits swung lewdly. Bill wanted to go over to her and caress one of those pendulous boobs, but before he could go to her, she stood up again, and her tits slapped on her chest. Now that her body was being revealed, Bill could see that it wasn't exactly all be could hope for, but he wasn't in any position to be fussy. He was getting wild with passion, and wouldn't be able to control himself much longer.
The chick pulled off her panties and stood facing him. From the front, her tits looked pretty good. They had huge, round nipples. Her waist was fairly narrow, and her cunt had a thick carpet of hair over it. Bill's eyes fastened on that bush and in a trance of lust, he walked to her.
As he got close, he could smell her warm body. It was a combination of pussy odor and cheap perfume, but it had a strong influence on the needy kid. His hands jerked up to her tits and he grabbed one in each hand. He stared at them as he kneaded flabby flesh.
As he played with her tits, the whore unbuttoned his shirt. She helped him off with it, then went to work on his pants. Bill stood there like a manikin, while she lowered his pants and lifted his feet out of them. His huge cock was holding the front of his underpants out like a tent, and the whore smiled at the sight of it. Bill was feeling braver, and was dying to get his prick buried in her twat.
When she pulled down his shorts his dong stood out proudly and quivered impulsively. The whore dropped to her knees in front of him and took that pounding dick in her hands. Bill was instantly filled with powerful jolts of pleasure. Her fingers caressed and toyed with his cock with such skill that he knew no chick his own age could equal it.
Bill's legs grew weak as he was overcome with passion. He had to put his hands on the girl's shoulders to support himself. She cupped his balls with one hand while she ran her fingers around the taut skin of the bloated cock-head. When she moved her lips to the tip of his prick and lightly kissed the tiny slot, Bill shook and tensed his body. His cock began to quiver in a way he'd never seen before.
The hooker stood, pushed Bill down on the bed, then crawled on beside him. Leaning over his crotch, her mouth went to work on his prick in earnest. He held his head up so he could watch her red lips open and encircle his twitching tool. When he felt the wet heat of her mouth close on his cock, be closed his eyes and collapsed on the bed.
Bill concentrated on the way she used her tongue on his cock-head. She would brush the wet surface back and forth on the bottom of the prick, then run it all around the big knob. He kept lifting his head to look, but his raging lust made him throw his head back down on the pillow. His arms were flailing the sheets and his legs jerked.
To increase the almost unbearable pleasure, the whore was slipping her hand up along the inside of his thigh and tickling the area under his balls. If Bill hadn't jerked off several times earlier that night be would be filling her mouth with jism now, but as it was, be was building slowly to a towering climax.
She really knew how to give head, Bill began to realize, as he felt his orgasm sneak up on him, then slide away as she cased her tonguing. She had brought Bill to the verge, and was keeping him there with her consociate skill.
Through his delirious pleasure, Bill decided that he wanted to come in this whore's cunt rather than in her mouth. After all, he wanted to lose his virginity and he wasn't sure if it would count to get only a blow-job.
He clutched at her head and tried to pull her off him.
"I-I-I want t-t-to f-f-f..." he managed.
She slipped her lips from around his cock and flopped down next to him. Bill frantically scrambled up and got between her legs. He thrust his hips, and his prick stabbed at her pussy, but the first lunge missed. He felt his prick bounce off her plump mound, drag through some coarse hair and slide up her belly.
He tried again, but the same thing happened. His juices were already beginning to surge, and he only had a few seconds before he would overflow with ecstasy and cream. In his desperation, be began making wild pokes at her crotch, but he wasn't hitting her cunt. The whore tried to help by grabbing his plunging prick and pulling it to her hole, but that only had the effect of holding his loose skin while Bill pulled and pushed his bone, and it made him come even sooner.
When Bill felt his prick burn with the joy of coming, be stabbed it into her crotch and rubbed it on whatever be could. His jism began covering her thighs and muff as his prick bounced around in the general area of her cunt. His hips pumped madly and he was engulfed in bliss even though be was off target. The whore squeezed her heavy thighs around his cock and that felt good. He stopped shooting finally, and rested on the comfort of her chubby body.
Bill wanted to rest a while, but the woman wiggled out from under him. She got off the bed, mopped up the spilled cream and began getting dressed.
"DO you have to go already?" he asked. "I thought we could try again."
"Do you want to go again?" She smiled at him and her eyebrows shot up. Then she looked serious, and said, "It'll cost you another twenty."
Bill thought about it for a minute, them told her to forget it. He thought he'd be better off waiting until he was sure he could have a great orgasm. He was running out of jism and money. He watched her finish dressing and waddle out of the room.
He wasn't sure if he was still a virgin or not, but he suspected that he was. It didn't matter, because he was still determined to get fucked properly as soon as he could. He promised himself that the very next day he would try again, and be more careful. Still, be did have fun. The whore was all right and he had broken new ground. He felt that a new life was beginning for him.
Bill fell asleep thinking about the near fucking he'd gotten, but in his dreams be did better, and the old whore was transformed into a gorgeous, voluptuous chick who looked very much like his mother.
Chapter Four
Bill woke early, but stayed in bed. He thought about what his next move should be in the quest for pussy, but be couldn't make up his mind. He'd spent so much money already that he wasn't sure if he could afford to get another whore and spend another night in a hotel too. At least not if he planned to eat.
He decided to check out and look around. He left his bag at the hotel, had breakfast and began walking. He headed for Forty-second Street. He looked into the shops, but was afraid to go in. He was only young and looked it. The movie posters looked good too and he was soon struggling with a hard-on that made walking more difficult.
The temptation was too great, and he decided be would go into one of the bookstores and see how long he would last. Before he could pick up a magazine, the owner threw him out. But he found that getting thrown out wasn't a big deal and he tried again.
The second time he was luckier. No one seemed to notice him and he flipped through the magazines until he thought he would come in his pants. There were pictures like he'd never seen before. The full-color shots of chicks with their cunts gaping open at the camera filled him with a craving stronger than he'd ever felt before. There were pictures of big cocks sunk in the juicy depths of willing cunts, and he tried to imagine that the pricks were his. A picture of a woman with a vibrator stuck in her twat reminded him of his mother even though he could only imagine her in a position like that.
The magazines were expensive, but he could afford a few. The thought of going somewhere with these fabulous treasures and jerking himself silly seemed like a fantastic way to spend an afternoon, but then he remembered that he was supposed to be trying to get laid. He could jerk off any time.
He noticed a sign that said Peep Show and an arrow pointing up a flight of stain. That seemed to be worth checking out, be figured. He went up and found a bunch of curtained doors. Going into one, he saw a coin slot. He put in a quarter. A window opened in front of his face and he was looking into a tiny worn. What he saw made his horny agony worse than anything so far.
There was a large turntable and on it a naked woman lay, gyrating and squirming as if there was a stud on her, plunging a huge cock up her twat. She slowly revolved, showing every angle of her body to the windows surrounding the room. Her legs, lifted and spread, were coming around to the window that Bill was peering through.
He pressed his nose to the glass and stared intently as her pussy came into view between her thighs. She lifted her hips and moved her legs around so Bill could get a glimpse of her slot, showing pink through her dark curls. When the turntable moved her twat out of sight, he concentrated on her tits shimmering with the lascivious gyrations of her body.
Bill looked around him and saw that he was hidden from view. What was to prevent him from pulling his prick out and jerking off? He decided he would, but as he wrapped his fist around his bulging cock, the window slammed shut. He had to fish another quarter out of his pocket. When the window opened again, he had just missed the best view and would have to wait until it came around again.
He decided that it would be best to hit his climax while staring at the chick's cunt and that would take careful coordination. He began stroking while be imagined himself humping away at that gorgeous body. The cunt came around and Bill studied it while speeding up his stroking. He would be ready to come on the next revolution, and he was ready.
It was interesting to see the woman from every angle. He looked over the top of her head, past her wobbling tits to the top of her muff. As she turned, he studied the way her tits seemed to change shape when seen from various angles. Now her crotch was turning toward him and he hurried his pumping along.
He was getting wild with lust and his jism was going to fly just in time. The leg that hid the view began to pass through his line of sight and her twat came into view. Bill strained his eyes to look into that cunt. Her hips were rising and falling and he could see every hair. The crack appeared as a dark fine and Bill pretended he could feel his cock spreading those lips.
His head was spinning and his passions mounting. Just as that hair-pie was about to be eclipsed, he shot hot bullets at the wall in front of him.
He pumped until be was dry. It had been exciting to jerk off while looking at a real live pussy, he thought, but that still wasn't what he was after. When the window closed again, he was ready to go out and continue his search for the real thing. It seemed that jerking off only increased his lust rather than quench it.
Bill was amazed at all the guys going from one porn shop to another, and standing around looking at the sexy movie marquees. The whole street was a horny kid's heaven, but Bill still hadn't buried his cock in a hot cunt, and he was going nuts. There didn't seem to be any whores around either.
Bill began looking at the posters in front of the X-rated movies. They looked pretty good and he wondered if be should go in. Even though he didn't have much money left, he thought it might be a good idea to check out one of those movies. After all, he blew that fuck with the whore the night before because he couldn't get his prick into her fast enough. One of these movies might be a good lesson for him. He could see how the pros did it, then be wouldn't have to worry about wasting another twenty dollars and not getting his cock wet.
The more be thought about it, the better it seemed, and he finally bought a ticket and went in. The movie was already playing as he walked down the aisle and he found a seat near the front. It wasn't easy to make his way down the row of seats without looking, but be couldn't take his eyes from the screen.
There in front of him, in living color and larger than life, was a juicy cunt and there was a stiff prick pumping in and out of it. Bill was mesmerized by that close-up of a fuck. The cock was plunging deep into that cunt and he could actually see the pink inner-lips stretched around the huge dong. Below that stuffed slot, Bill saw the tight puckered ring of the girl's asshole. At the top of the screen, two huge balls swung with the thrusts of the big cock.
Bill's prick got stiff as he watched and he had to wiggle around to get it situated comfortably in his pants. He tried to imagine what it might feel like to have his own prick stuffed into a box like the one on the screen. In his masturbatory experimentations, he'd stuck his cock in all sorts of things trying to duplicate a twat, but he came close.
Suddenly, the cock pulled out of the cunt and began spewing white bullets of jism. Bill thought that the guy pulled out to prove that the action in the film was real. Anyway, it was a nice display of shooting, almost like fireworks, he thought.
The camera pulled back to show the two fuckers lying on a beach, and Bill saw that there was another girl with them. She leaned over the guy's lap and began licking his spilled cum from his cock. Bill was shocked by the sight. This movie was going even farther than his own horny imagination had.
Now that he could see the girls' entire bodies, he appreciated how gorgeous they were. One had enormous tits that stood out firmly as she leaned over the actor's cock and licked it clean. The other woman had big tits too, but hers hung and swung loosely as she moved. Bill couldn't resist dropping his hand into his lap and giving his twitching prick a squeeze. He decided that he wouldn't jerk off in the theater though, because he wanted to save himself for the chick that he was sure he was going to find that day.
The movie showed some people who kept their clothes on for a while, and Bill's cock grew limp, but he knew that the next sex scene wouldn't be far away and he was right. Soon, the same three were in a bedroom, cavorting on a huge bed. They undressed each other until Bill was looking at those three naked bodies again. He measured the guy's cock against his own in his mind and thought that his own was at least as big. He wondered if he could get job acting in one of those movies. At least it would be a way to get fucked.
He was concentrating on one of the girl's cunt. The poor kid hadn't seen many cunts in his day, and none close-up except for the whore's the night before, but even then, he didn't get nearly as good a look as he would have liked. The blonde actress had a patch of tight curls on a fat mound. She had her crotch pointed at the camera and Bill could see the lips parted and the wiggly inner lips were sticking out. It was an incredible sight to a young boy of limited experience.
Then a finger crept into the pussy and disappeared into the deep tunnel between those inner-lips. It seemed that the whole world was getting fucked except him. He strained his eyes to see farther into that cave, but the shot moved to a side view of the bed. One of the girls had taken the guy's cock into her mouth as he fingered the other chick.
Bill loved the way the girl gobbled up that prick with such a look of passion on her face. He thought that she must be a truly great actress or she was really enjoying that cock. Bill only hoped that he would meet a chick someday who loved to give blow-jobs that much. Meanwhile, just watching was pretty exciting. Bill was having trouble keeping his promise not to jerk off in the theater.
Bill watched in horny fascination as the guy on the screen crawled behind one of the chicks who was kneeling with her tits and head resting on the bed. He brought his cock to her cunt, which Bill could plainly see peeking out from between her thighs. There was a great shot of him pushing his cock-head through her hair and into her slit, dog-style.
The next shot showed the guy beginning to pump while the other girl ducked her head beneath the plunging cock. She was lying on her back between the guy's legs with her head stuck between his thighs and the other girl's thighs. She looked straight up at the lewd coupling. It was an incredibly imaginative position, Bill thought, and he wondered if things like that happened in real life or only in porno films.
Bill realized that the guy pulled his cock out of the cunt he was fucking, he would be able to stick it into that other chick's mouth. He began hoping that that would happen, and when it appeared that the guy was about to come, he hoped the guy would stick his cock into the chick's mouth just as he came.
When that was exactly what happened, Bill almost had his breath taken away. He saw the first shot of cream leap out of the man's cock as soon as he pulled out of the cunt. It bit the girl beneath him right in the face, then he plunged his climaxing cock into her mouth and she sucked as if she were starving. Bill could see that the guy was having a powerful orgasm, and who wouldn't under the circumstances?
Bill looked from side to side, and seeing that he was alone in that row, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. His cock was as hard as it could get and it thumped wildly as it stood in his lap. When he grabbed it be felt a shock of pleasure rush through him. That movie had gotten him hotter than anything ever had, including that whore of the night before. As Bill began to stroke himself, the actress who had taken the guy's jism into her mouth had gotten up and had opened her mouth.
On her tongue was the thick, white glob of cream she had sucked from the actor's cock. The other girl moved her face to the opened mouth and lapped that wad of cum into her own mouth. They passed it back and forth, and finally kissed with the jism smeared all over their faces. Bill had never had such a good show to jerk off to. His mind was dazed as his hand moved up and down his prick.
When the juice came cascading out of his cock there in the dark theater, Bill was having one of his best climaxes. He caught most of the jism in his handkerchief and didn't worry about the rest. When he stuffed his prick back into his pants it was soft, but watching that movie got it up again, and by the time he left the theater he was as horny as usual.
Chapter Five
Bill was ready to fuck. It was already getting dark and it seemed like the right time to find a nice whore. He walked up and down the street, but he didn't see any chicks who looked worthy of his raging lust. He knew that he didn't have enough money left to be too choosy, but he wanted his first fuck to be with someone who he would want to remember with pleasure.
Bill saw two nice-looking chicks walking down Broadway. They didn't look like whores, and the way they were looking all around made him suspect that they were tourists. Bill wasn't so interested in whores that he wouldn't want to give these two chicks a tumble. Besides, it would be cheaper. The fact that there were two of them was interesting as Bill imagined himself in some of the positions that he'd seen in the movie.
He began to follow the girls, trying to decide if they would be worth a try. He liked the way, one pf them wiggled her ass. She was tall and slim and had jet-black hair. Her girl friend was slightly shorter and had bright red hair. They went into a bar and Bill stopped to look in through the window. Then he decided to go in and see what might happen.
Bill wasn't usually so brave with chicks that it was easy for him to start a conversation with two of them, but the movie had inspired him and be knew that if be didn't try anything, nothing would happen. Besides, this was the big city. If he blew it with them, he could just split and he would never see them again. He began to feel excited as he walked into the place.
It was a shabby joint, but at least that meant it would be cheap. The two girls were sitting near the back at a table. Bill hurried past the bar so the bartender wouldn't notice him and possibly throw him out. So far, he'd been lucky to get away with so much. He felt foolish taking a table by himself right next to the girls in the almost empty place, but be had no choice if he were to get anywhere with them.
Bill played it cool. He ordered a martini even though he'd never had one before and listened to the girls' conversation. As he suspected, they were tourists and they were arguing about which show to see. One of them wanted to see a comedy and the other a serious play. Suddenly, Bill heard one of them speak to him.
"Have you seen 'The Incredible'?" the black haired one asked him.
"No, I haven't," he said. "But I hear it's pretty good."
"See, Joan?" she said to her friend. "I told you it was good."
Bill didn't want to get left out after his first few words, so he said to them, "Actually, there are better things playing."
They asked him what, and he asked if he could join them. They seemed to like that idea so Bill picked up his drink and moved to their table. He gave them a list of plays that were either playing or had played recently, but he didn't want to seem too enthusiastic about any of them. He didn't want these chicks to disappear. He wanted to talk them into putting on their own play with him as the male lead.
The girls introduced themselves. The red-head was Joan and the taller one's name was Sara. They were secretaries from out of town and had never been to New York before. They sounded to Bill as though they would like someone who knew the city to show them around. Although Bill had lived in New York all his life, he didn't know if he could show these girls much. After all, he had never gone to any bars or anything like that. He tried to make himself sound like an authority and so far they hadn't asked him how old he was. All he wanted to show them was the thing he'd learned in the movie he'd just seen, and the martini was already giving him some courage. Bill was feeling optimistic.
Sara still wanted to see a play, but Joan seemed to be willing to give up the idea. Bill was wondering how he might steer them back to their hotel with him along, but no ideas were forthcoming.
"I know a few great spots in the Village if you like jazz," Bill said enthusiastically.
Actually, he only knew of one place. He remembered hearing one of the guys talk about it at school. He didn't want to start dragging these chicks all over the city, but he figured be might have to show them something before getting down to business. Besides, he needed time to hatch a plan. He'd never done anything like this before and he didn't know how to get himself invited to their room for an orgy.
Joan seemed to be letting the idea of the Village replace her plan to see a play, and Bill told them that it would be too late to get tickets for anything good anyhow. They each had another drink and decided to do the Village.
The only drinking Bill had done was when one of the guys sneaked a few bottles of beer into the dawn, so the martinis were working fast. By the time they left the joint and hailed a cab, they were all feeling pretty good. Bill gave the driver the address and they were soon walking the crowded streets of Greenwich Village looking for the place Bill had heard of. When they found it they discovered that the music had changed from jazz to rock. Bill explained that he hadn't been there in a while, but the girls seemed to be more interested in rock anyhow and they went in.
They got a table and ordered drinks. Bill had a bad moment, when he thought the waiter was going to ask him for proof of his age, but again he was lucky. He figured that being with these older chicks made him seem older too. They sipped their drinks and Bill danced with, them. He was waiting for a slow number so he could cop a few feels, but the band only played rockers.
Once, be thought he felt one of the girls playing footsies with him under the table and he froze. He could have kicked himself for not taking advantage of the situation. They were drinking and dancing, and Bill was having a ball, but he couldn't forget what he'd seen in the movie and his cock kept getting hard.
When he was drunk enough, he moved his chair closer to the table and reached under it. It was a small table and their knees were all very close. He put one hand on Joan's knee and the other on Sara's. The girls moved their legs away, but Bill saw them smiling and he knew that they liked his attention. Each girl thought she was the only one he was feeling with. Bill was having a ball and he began to appreciate the advantages of alcohol when it came to being aggressive with chicks.
Bill grabbed for the girls' knees again, and now they stopped trying to get away from his grasping hand. Once he had his hand on their knees, Bill proceeded to reach up their dresses. The girls were pretty drunk too, and after a few half-hearted attempts to push his hand away, they let him play with their thighs.
Bill wondered why he'd never done this before. The idea of being in that bar with two hot chicks and groping under their dresses made his having bung around those crumby schools seem like such a waste of time. He loved the way their legs felt under their dresses even though they were wearing pantyhose. It was nice and warm in there and their thighs were soft, giving Bill a preview of what was waiting a little farther up.
Although he was as close to the table as he could get, he still couldn't reach the junction of their legs. But even with the feels he was getting, his cock was thumping in his pants so hard that be could feel the beating throughout his body. Joan put her hand under the table and stroked the back of Bill's hand as he dug his fingers into her thighs.
Sara slumped down in her chair to give Bill a better grab, and he was able to reach almost to her cunt. He found that her pantyhose formed a tent over her crotch and he couldn't feel the spongy lips that he knew were in there. He cursed the day pantyhose were invented, but be was having a real good time and couldn't complain.
Joan noticed the bussed-out expression on her friend's face and she figured out that she wasn't the only one who Bill was playing with under the table. She let out a drunken giggle that made Sara wonder what was was funny. It didn't take her long to figure it out and she began to laugh too. Now Bill was in his glory and he could just see himself playing with these two chicks just like the guy in the movie had played with those two luscious babes.
The girls got up and made Bill dance with both of them at once. They had fun watching him trying to move his cock into a less embarrassing position while he danced. They almost knocked themselves out on the dance floor, but Bill knew he would always have enough energy to play with the girls when he got back to their hotel.
Bill was ready to go and he finally managed to drag the girls out. He had to let them pay the largest share of the bill because he was broke. That didn't bother him though, because be knew he was on his way to glory with these two secretaries. He sat between them in the cab and put an arm around each of them.
His hands fell over their tits and when they didn't move the hand or wiggle away, Bill almost sobered up with horniness. Gradually he cupped the tits firmly. The girls snuggled up closer to him and put their head on his shoulder. Bill suddenly felt like a king. He couldn't wait to get to their hotel. For once he would have the nerve and confidence to do exactly what he'd always wanted to.
The girls gave him money to pay the driver and Bill handed it to him without counting it or waiting for change. He felt like a big spender that evening. As they walked into the lobby, Joan stopped and told Bill that he'd better wait and come up alone so the guy at the desk wouldn't object to his coming up. He hated to let them out of his sight, but he said he would.
He got their room number and hung around in the doorway for a few minutes before heading up. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart. What if they had given him a phony room number to get rid of him? Bill began shaking with the thought that he may have blown his last chance. When he got into the elevator he was shaking with apprehension. If he knocked on the door and an old man answered who he'd never seen before, he didn't know what he'd do.
Bill walked down the hall to the right number and knocked. His heart was pounding even louder than his fist on the door. There was no sound and Bill was ready to bust open every door in that hotel until he found those chicks. He lifted his fist to knock again when the door suddenly swung open.
There, in the opened doorway was Joan. She was naked except for a tiny pair of bikini undies. Bill's jaw fell to his chest as be stood there. He stared at Joan's tits so intently that he would never forget exactly how they looked. They were big and firm. They pointed slightly to the sides and each was capped with a bright pink nipple.
Below her tits, her belly was flat and her waist narrow. Bill lowered his gaze and saw how her triangle of pubic hair showed through the sheer material of her panties. Joan moved aside and with a flourish that shook her tits, ushered Bill into the room. He walked forward, twisting his head around to keep his eyes on Joan's gorgeous body.
He must have been moving too slowly because she gave him a playful shove into the room and slammed the door. Bill saw Sara sitting on the bed. She was in her underwear too, but in addition to a slinky pair of black, nylon panties, she wore a black bra that pushed her tin spilling out over the top. She was chuckling and then Joan began giggling.
Bill snapped out of his state of surprise and leaped on the bed, covering Sara's body with his grasping hands. He hoped Joan wouldn't feel left out, and when he felt her jump on him, he knew that she didn't. Bill grabbed a handful of tit as it oozed out of Sara's bra. Joan was pulling his jacket from him and he helped her as much as he could while he continued pawing Sara. He felt dizzy with the drinks and his lust but his fear that the girls wanted to ditch him was completely forgotten.
Joan pulled his jacket off him, then began grasping at the buttons on his shirt. His shirt was peeled from him and he sank down into the ample tits on Sara's chest while Joan smeared her tits over his back. The beautiful sensations of smothering in great gobs of tit mixed in Bill's mind with the swirling ecstasy of drunkenness.
He felt himself being rolled off Sara and he saw Joan's gorgeous jugs swinging over his face. The boobs came down until they were slapping the sides of his head and the girl's wild laughter filled his ears. His belt was suddenly loosening and he felt his pants being tugged from him. Both girls were pulling down his pants and he was left staring up at the ceiling.
When he felt his cock spring out, he heard both girls gasp with satisfaction. The room reeled as he felt four delicate hands running over his hot flesh. Looking down, Bill saw the most beautiful sight of his life. The girls were covering him with caresses and kisses.
He watched Sara reach behind her and unfasten her bra. Two white mountains of tit-flesh fell from the dropped garment. Her tits settled on his arm and chest, and the softness and heat spread over him as she began kissing his face and sticking her tongue in his ear. Bill felt like he was drowning in a whirlpool of feminine sensuousness.
Joan joined Sara in kissing him as she began licking his neck on the opposite side. Meanwhile, their hands were running up his thighs to his balls, over his belly, and fingers were tickling the expanding head of his cock. Bill reached around the girls' bodies and grabbed handfuls of their luscious asses. He slipped his fingers into their ass-cracks and crept down into their wet crotches.
He couldn't quite reach their cunts in the position they were in so he began squirming around in a desperate effort to sink his fingers in the hot mouths of the cunts. He found that moving made him so dizzy that he couldn't find what he was looking for, and he had to relax on his back and let the girls do all the moving around.
The next thing he knew, one of the girls had disappeared from his sight, but he felt a kissing mouth traveling down his stomach and firm tits were being dragged over his hard cock and aching balls. Through his alcoholic stupor, he felt a mouth on his and a tongue enter to entwine with his own, while his cock was suddenly bathed in the heat of one girl's mouth.
Bill felt the mouth that had been on his move away. It was replaced by a soft, smothering bundle of warm flesh that he finally recognized as a tit. A stiff gum-drop of nipple met his lips and he opened his mouth, sucking the nubbin of skin in. He grabbed the mate of that tit in his hands while he sucked. He thought about some of the weird positions he'd seen in that movie, but he knew he was too far gone to do anything but let those chicks help themselves.
The heat that had been enveloping his prick was suddenly gone, and the rod felt cold. But then he felt his cock held in a tight grasp and the bed shook with someone's movements. Bill felt his hips damped between two strong thighs. Then there was a tickling on his cock-head which he guessed was pubic hair sliding over it. The next sensation was the one he'd been waiting years for. His prick was held in a tight and wet grip. The bed began to bounce as he felt his cock being milked by the walls of a grasping pussy.
Bill began to hum with pleasure into the tit that was still stuffing his mouth. His whiskey-soaked brain was having trouble keeping up with what was going on, but he knew his dreams were coming true. He opened his eyes only to see the tits that were smothering him. Reaching down with one hand, he was able to grasp a pussy. With one cunt on his cock and another in his hand, Bill began to feel the jolts of lust that always preceded coming.
A burning sensation of unbelievable pleasure spread over him from his prick, and he knew he was filling a pussy with his cum. His body shook convulsively and if there weren't two chicks weighing him down, he would have shaken himself right off the bed. He bit down on the tit and heard loud moans. He thought the sounds were coming from the chick on his prick, but when he felt fingers prying his mouth open, he thought he might have hurt the tit in his mouth. But he wasn't sure he didn't even know which chick was on his cock and who's tit he was sucking.
A weight was lifted from his hips and his prick felt cold again. Bill thought it was all over, but then the tit was taken from his mouth and the weight returned to his middle. Once again his cock was swimming up a narrow channel and the bed was rocking again. He opened his eyes and saw tits bouncing to the rhythm of squeeking bedsprings.
A girl laid beside him and stroked his chest and the other kept bouncing on his cock. He thought he felt his prick going soft, but now it seemed as hard as ever. The pleasure that hadn't had a chance to subside, was increasing to new heights, but Bill was sinking into blackness. He was washed in a general rapture of sexual happiness, and that turned into an ecstatic unconsciousness. He thought he was out at sea in a small boat that was being tossed about by the waves. The rocking soon put him into a deep sleep.
Chapter Six
Sue was beginning to wonder what happened to Bill. She thought he would come right home, but when he didn't show up she didn't worry. Bill was the kind of kid who would want to get rid of some energy before coming home, but she hoped he wouldn't stay away too long. She wanted to see his handsome face and his athletic body around the house, even though he would be a temptation to her.
It didn't take much to tempt Sue. She was getting hornier and more brazen. Although she tried not to think about it, she had the hots for Bill and knew that he would be great in bed. As far as his being her son, well that was a problem, but not an insurmountable one.
Sue's had some experience with incest, and although she never told anyone about it, it wasn't really a bad memory. She had promised herself that she would not let the same thing happen in her own family, but in her desperation she couldn't help thinking about being between the sheets with her arms and legs wrapped around that fabulous hunk of boyhood who was her own offspring.
Sometimes when Sue thought about that incident in her teenage years, she would get the feeling that she was suddenly transformed into that young girl again. She would sit and let the memory become real. With glassy eyes, she could see her father as he came into the house that afternoon. She had always thought that her father was the most handsome man she'd ever seen.
It had happened when Sue was young and very innocent. It had been raining all afternoon and she had been home reading. Her mother was out of town, helping a sister of hers with her new twins. The other kids were out of the house, so when her father came in she offered to fix him a hot lunch.
Sue had always been her father's favorite, so when he gave her a tight hug it wasn't unusual, except that he'd been giving her fewer hugs since she began taking on the shape of a woman. And the shape was extraordinary. Sue had developed early and had always been a looker, and she knew that her father had noticed too.
Until that day, all her sexual experience had consisted of was sharing bits of fact and fancy with her friends, arid a lot of daydreaming. But when her father took her in his arms and squeezed her new tits against his flat, hard chest, she began to understand what it was all about. A tingling began in her pussy that was to become the most important thing in her life.
And it was that feeling that made her hold onto her father longer than they usually hugged. She knew that he couldn't be blamed for letting that pretty, young girl with the budding body bold him and rub her almost-hard tits on his chest. For a few seconds, he tried to push the gorgeous creature from him, but Sue tightened her grip and the man gave in.
She had hard that a man's cock grew hard sometimes and the thought had kept her amused for hours as she tried to imagine such a miracle, so when she felt the bulge in her father's pants press against her belly, she made up her mind to explore the incredible secrets of a man's body. And what better man to start with than her own father who was the most handsome guy in the world?
She remembered how they held each other for a long time, and how she moved her belly against the bulge that fascinated her. When her father kissed her and pushed his tongue through her lips, Sue was sent into a rapture that she still hadn't recovered from. As she sat in her living room, she could almost taste the tobacco of his pipe in his mouth. That's how real the memory was.
Sue smiled to herself as she remembered how proud she was of her new body as her father wrapped a hand around one of her tits. And she remembered the feelings that ran through her body. Her cunt got wet just as it, had then her father stuck his hand into her blouse and took her naked tit in his strong fingers and caressed it vigorously.
When it was clear that there would be no going back, the man simply told her to undress, as he did the same. They were in her bedroom by that time, and Sue was nervous as she bared her body for him. She saw in his eyes the meaning of lust when he looked at her tits. He was the only man who had seen her naked, and it was so exciting standing there naked in front of him that Sue had hoped to equal that feeling all her life. So far, she hadn't been able to.
When her father was nude, the sight of his huge prick sticking out at her and quivering up and down filled her with a longing to have that magnificent tool inside her. Sue had already explored her own body many times before she fell asleep at night, and she knew of the extreme pleasure that was to be had by sliding her fingers up her pussy, but the thought of having that big cock inside her actually made her knees tremble.
Her father approached her and his prick touched her belly. She remembered how surprised she was at the tremendous heat and strength of that weapon. Her father pushed her down on her bed and crawled beside her. As their bodies intertwined, Sue discovered a whole new realm of sensations. Having her bare flesh in tight contact with his was so exciting, so exhilarating.
Sue took his powerful cock in her hands and examined it. She had a younger brother and had already seen his soft cock, and that made it difficult to understand how that flaccid dong could became such a hard and fierce tool. She took his balls in her hand and weighed them. They surprised her too. They were so big and heavy that she couldn't understand how a guy could walk around with things like that in his pants.
While she handled his prick and balls, he was fingering her secret, furry pussy. Sue had held a mirror between her thighs and stared into her cunt until she knew every bump and crevice, but her father, who had never seen her twat before, seemed to know it as well as she did. He touched the wet folds just the way she did, and he knew what felt best.
In fact, he was better at handling her cunt than she was. His skill, and the excitement of being there naked with the man, combined to make Sue higher on passion than she'd ever imagined possible. She was melting in his embrace as his big middle finger slid through the tight entrance of her snatch. She had already torn her maidenhead in her eagerness to explore her cunt for hidden pleasures, so her father's finger just fit.
Sue squealed with lust and the man covered her boobs with sucking kisses and licks, and his finger pressed ever deeper into her cunt. He stirred his finger around in there with all his passion and, although the feeling was almost more than she could bear, she didn't know how he was ever to get his enormous cock in there. But if he was willing to try, so was she. It had hurt her when she ripped into her pussy that first time, and she knew that pain often paid off handsomely in pleasure.
He diddled her twit until she was writhing and crying with uncontrollable desire. Sue noticed how her father's cock was twitching more urgently too as she kept moving her fingers over its length. Her cunt was getting hotter with the skillful finger fucking she was receiving; it was almost as though her father were playing with her just to open her snatch wide enough to accommodate his prick.
Sue's nipples were tighter than they ever had been when she pushed her tits up to her mouth and licked them, and her pussy was clasping her father's finger in a way that she had never dreamed possible. The sensation of extreme pleasure was familiar to her, but now it seemed sweeter than before.
When the man lifted his body and covered his daughter with it, she grabbed him and held tight. Sue couldn't wait to feel that big cock filling her. Her father reached around her hips and thrust his fingers into her cunt, holding it open as he brought his fat cockthead to the quivering entrance.
Sue's eyes were shut tightly and her face was twisted in an expression of lust as she felt that puffy knob nestle into her tender cunt. The inner-lips spread, and it did hurt a little, but the explosion of ecstasy was making the pain seem insignificant. She felt the rod sliding up her belly and it seemed that she was being impaled on a stake. The big whang kept going deeper and deeper until she didn't think she could take any more, then another inch was added.
Sue was pinned to the bed. Her legs were spread as far as possible by the weight of her father's hips on her thighs. With her cunt stretched around his cock, she felt completely at his mercy, and it was a wonderful sensation. She thought she'd reached the pinnacle of pleasure, then her father began pumping.
At first, she thought he was going to pull her pussy inside-out. But her tight cave was well lubricated with her hot juice and his prick lifted out, scraping her insides with the high ridge that circled that fat head. Sue let out a squeal. She felt the cock-head at her cunt lips again, then it drove back into the depths of her body. The man carefully lifted and lowered his hips, sliding his prick in and out while Sue pumped her hips in rhythm to his thrusts.
He began pumping faster and she struggled to keep up with his rhythm. Her cunt was shrinking and stretching with every thrust, and a torrent of ecstasy flooded her with each plunge. Sue moaned with loud, come wails. She felt herself about to come, but she didn't believe that she could feel more pleasure than she was feeling at that second. As her orgasm ripped through her, she didn't know if she was going to be able to bear that much ecstasy, but when she did, she became a completely wanton woman for life.
Her father cam just after she did. The searing heat of his jism as it filled her gave her an added thrill. The two of them kept thrashing until they were completely spent. Then they collapsed in exhaustion and his cock slowly shriveled and he pulled it out. Sue felt empty with her cunt evacuated, but she was still in a beautiful dazed spell of joy.
When her father climbed off her, he dressed without saying a word. Then he sat beside her still-naked body and kissed her, saying that they would keep that as their secret. When he left her there on her bed, she dipped a finger into her cunt and pulled it out covered with that thick cream he'd left there. She felt how slippery it was and lifted the finger to her lips. The taste of it, as she touched her tongue to the wet finger, gave her a rush of excitement and ideas for what she wanted when she got her father into her bed the next time.
As usual, Sue was left panting and sweating with that memory. It had been over twenty years ago, but it was as potent as ever. When she came to her senses, she found that she had her fingers fucked into her pussy and was gently stroking her stiff clit. She pulled off her panties and began to pummel that little kernel when the doorbell rang.
She wasn't going to answer it but she was afraid that whoever it was might peck into the front window and see her sitting there on the couch. Before that happened, she decided to peek out and see if it was anyone important. Without taking her fingers from her steaming cunt, she scurried over to the window. There was a familiar-looking guy standing there, and she thought it might be to her advantage to let hint in.
Pulling her fingers out of her crotch and letting her dress fail in place, she opened the door. The guy looked familiar and she knew that she had seen him looking at her with hunger somewhere, but she couldn't place him.
"Hello," the man said when she opened the door. "I'm Mr. Borden, from Persy Prep."
Of course, he was the headmaster at Bill's school. Every time Sue visited, he would be around, smiling and gawking at all the mothers. "Come in," Sue said with a warm smile.
She told him to sit down as she kicked her panties under the couch. He was a good-looking guy; slightly portly and formal, but handsome nevertheless.
"Is Bill here?" he asked. "No? You mean he hasn't come home since he left school? Oh, dear, I hope the boy is all right."
Sue told him that she was sure he was okay. He was the type of boy who had to figure things out for himself and when he was ready, he would come home. "I'm sure he'll call soon. He wouldn't want to worry me," she explained.
"Well, I wanted to discuss the possibility of his coming back to Persy. We don't like to see our boys in trouble, but we don't want to give them up without trying to help," Mr. Borden said.
Sue couldn't help noticing how he kept dropping his gaze to her partly exposed chest. She knew that the valley between her tits was dearly visible, and she liked the fact that he was interested.
Mr. Borden began clearing his throat every now and then, and he kept losing track of the conversation. He tugged on his tie and Sue noticed tiny beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Do you suppose that part of the boy's problem might be his home life?" he asked. He saw Sue's face darken a shade and added, "I mean there is no man in the house, and, after... Well, a young boy is subject to certain, well, shall we say..."
While Mr. Borden stammered and sweated, Sue began to feel the sensations she had stired up with her memories flare up. She probably shouldn't have let this guy in, and should have jerked-off as she'd planned. But now that he was there, she thought she should take advantage of the situation.
"Just what are you trying to say, Mr. Borden?"
"Well, a young boy living in the house with an attractive woman, even though she's his mother, can be a strain. Especially when she dresses in such a provocative manner."
At that, Sue crossed her legs like a man, showing him her milky thighs as her dress hiked up.
"I don't see what's wrong with a boy seeing a woman's body. After all, a boy that age is nearing his sexual peak. There's no way you can contain his curiosity, and besides, I don't think there's any reason to try. Why deny a boy any of the pleasure be can find?"
Mr. Borden pursed his lips and started to say something, but Sue cut him off. She was determined to get him loosened up, or throw him out.
"On the phone, you told me that Bill went with some other boys to a girl's school and peeked in the dorm windows. Well, that's what happens when you try to thwart a young kid's natural desires. Didn't you ever peek into a window when you were young and horny?"
Mr. Borden began sputtering, but before he could say a word, Sue interrupted again.
"And big boys aren't any better. I saw how you were looking at my cleavage. I'll bet I could make you freeze in your tracks just by showing you my tits."
"Really, this is going too far," Mr. Borden said and jumped up.
Sue undid the few buttons that were still holding her tits back, and let them burst out. She pulled her dress top under the huge boobs and that made them stand out farther than usual. That bold action made her cunt run with hot juice. Now she knew that this guy was going to give her what she wanted, or he would leave and she would be free to take care of herself.
The baring of those mammoth gugs had just the right effect. Mr. Borden was stopped cold. His eyes were glued to those boobs and he was sweating buckets. Sue had never seen a man so flabbergasted in her life, and she was enjoying it. She came over to him, tits thrusting out provocatively.
Mr. Borden eyed her tits as she approached. His hands curled into the appropriate shape and he began to raise them to strike. Sue slowly closed in on him. When she was almost touching him with her hard nipples, she took those jelly-filled balloons in her hands and held them up toward the startled man's face. His eyes widened in his lust.
When she was only a few inches away, Mr. Borden attacked her tit like a rabid dog. He grabbed one in each hand and pressed his mouth on one nipple. He forced Sue back until she lost her balance and they both fell back on the floor. He didn't let go, though, and Sue was thrilled that he was so attached to her. She held his head tight, forcing his face into the pillow of living flesh.
Her legs clamped around him, her dress was up round her waist and she ground her naked cunt into his side, leaving a big wet stain. Mr. Borden nibbled at the nipple in his mouth, then let it fall out as he dove into the other tit. He bobbed his head around between the bouncing jugs and muzzled between them.
Sue pushed her tits all over Mr. Borden's head, trying to shove them in his mouth. He finally let go of the flopping bundles with one hand and reached for her ass. With her legs wrapped around him like they were, Sue's cunt was spread and available to his probing fingers.
The headmaster tickled the crack of Sue's ass, and then moved down to the juicy opening of her cunt. It felt like a hot, sliced fruit to his fingers. He never felt such a wet crotch, but he took advantage of the juice by immediately slipping his middle finger up the tube. The presence of his finger sent Sue into a wild fit. Her hips began pumping and poor Borden had trouble keeping his finger in the hole. Once when he let it slip out, Sue gasped with horrified desperation until he got that digit back in.
She wasn't completely satisfied with his fingering, so she put her hand down there and helped him by rubbing her clit. Mr. Borden increased lids manipulations when he saw that she giving him a hand. He added a finger to the one already in her tunnel, and shoved one up her ass too. That seemed to satisfy the lustful bitch.
He was still slobbering on her tits when Sue felt the need to get at his bare flesh, so she began grabbing at his jacket.
"T-take off your clothes. Take them OFF!" she piped. "Off, off!"
Borden tried to pull off his jacket with one hand, but Sue's spastic tugging hindered rather than helped arid he had to take his hand from her crotch even though he hated to hear the obscene noises she made while deprived of his strong fingers. He managed to get his jacket and shirt off, but before he could undress any further, Sue had grabbed him and dragged him back into her tits.
With his head buried in her boobs once again, Borden fumbled blindly with his pants in a desperate effort to releasc his cock. Sue noticed his problem, but she was too far gone to he able to let him go. She was in an advanced state of greedy lust and couldn't respond to reason. Although she wanted his cock in her cunt more than anything, she wasn't able to let him take his pants off.
After great effort, Borden finally managed to get them off and his prick pressed into Sue's thighs. He wiggled around until his cock was positioned at the mouth of her cunt, and he lunged. Sue screamed with joy as his dong sailed up her cunt-sleeve. Her cunt grasped his cock tightly and she bucked and writhed, giving it a thorough massage.
The headmaster jerked his hips convulsively. His technique was crude, but he was filling Sue's cunt and that was all that mattered. He got his body up from hers so he could drive his rod and look down to see her writhe. Sue really put on a show for her lovers.
Borden had never had his prick in such a hot cunt. The way Sue's box was handling him, he was experiencing the most delicious sensations. It was as if be had his cock in the tight grasp of a well-greased fist. As he pumped, her cunt massaged his wet prick expertly. The headmaster felt his prick being pulled into her body and for a second he had the fear that he was going to be sucked up tat cunt until he disappeared.
He had an extremely low-slung pair of balls, and as he pumped, they swung between her thighs. Reaching beneath her raised thigh, Sue was able to grab those pendulous nuts. She held them in her sweaty hand as the man's thrusts made them jerk and bob.
They were both nearing an orgasm. Their voices blended in carnal howling. Borden could feel Sue's cunt begin to contract in an irregular rhythm, and he knew she was coming. He was about to come too, and the cuntal contractions were just enough to push him over the edge. His cock began spitting pearls of jisux into her, which increased Sue's lust. They both completely lost control as their bodies reacted by sheer instinct.
Sue's hips bucked so violently that Borden almost lost his rhythm. His prick was still pumping into her soggy, spasming cave, but he had nothing to do but hold on. By the time she began to slow down, the poor guy was aching, but even when she came to rest, her body made an occasional twitch which made the spent fucker on top of her shake.
Sue put her hands behind her head and stretched her body as if the fuck had just been a warming-up exercise. She sighed purred and moved her legs together under Borden's legs. His cock slipped out of her twat and he rolled, off her. He seemed to revert to the up-tight headmaster again.
"DO you have a tissue?" he asked.
"Are you going to clean off your weeny?" she teased. "Here, let me do it for you."
Sue took his limp prick in her hand and leaned her face toward it. Borden began to say something, but as soon as Sue's lips touched the tacky head, he shut up. Sue placed a kiss on the soggy skin of the deflated head, then opened her mouth and took the flagging cock in. As she sucked, she felt his cock begin to stiffen. It was interesting to have that happen right in her mouth. She was able to hold the whole cock in her mouth when it was soft, but now it was sliding out until she could only hold that blown-up head on her tongue. The taste of her cunt-ooze mixed with his sperm aroused Sue so much that her cunt began spilling more oils.
Borden was showing remarkable recuperative powers for a guy his age. Sue was sure she could get him to give her a mouthful before long. He was already groaning with passion again. Her head bobbed and her tongue swirled over his cock-head. Holding his balls in one hand and wrapping the other around his shaft, she applied all her lascivious skill to her blow-job.
The old boy was feeling his lust rising again. He was turning his body from side to side with rolling passion. It had been a long time since he'd had two orgasms within an hour, and the prospect thrilled him. Already he could feel the pre-orgasmic tingling running through his cock. It was happening slowly, but surely -- he was going to come again and he knew it was going to be a good one.
Sue knew that when most guys had their second climax it was better than the first, so she was glad to give this old fart such a bonanza of ecstasy. Wrapping her mouth tightly around his shaft, she fucked him with her face for all she was worth.
The lucky stiff began to arch his back with pleasure. His passion was increasing and he was twisting his body uncontrollably. His voice rose with loud grunts as he waited for his pleasure to mount to the level of carnal delight. It was real work for a guy his age to have two climaxes wrung out of him in a row.
His hips began to shake as Sue helped her mouth along by pumping the loose skin of the base of his dong. She was jostling his balls in her hot palm and tickling him in that bald area between his balls and asshole. She used her favorite trick of sliding her lips around the neck of his cock, then twisting her head and brushing her tongue finder the sensitive spot at the bottom of his prick-head.
She knew that Borden was on the threshold of shooting, but he seemed to be stuck. He was bounding around and screaming, but nothing was coming out of his cock. Sue realized he was in need so she let his balls slip put of her hand and positioned her middle finger at his asahole. She wiggled the digit into the tights dry chamber and saw an immediate response in the old guy's body. His thrashing increased and his voice grew even louder.
Sue put the tip of her finger on the spot where his prostate gland was hidden, and massaged. She could feel his jism begin to surge, then, in a few seconds, he was filling her mouth with his hot cum. Sue was proud of herself.
Borden couldn't believe how good it felt to have this lusty bitch's finger in his ass. It had made all the difference. She gave the best blow-job that he'd ever had. His ecstasy was blinding.
It took a while for his overworked cock to stop twitching. The heat of orgasm lasted a long time and kept him entranced. Then he realized Sue had been right. There was no point in trying to keep his young students from seeking that sort of ecstasy. He also decided that he was going to spend more time looking for it, too.
Sue finally let him up. He told her how fantastic it had been to visit her, and she could see he was a changed man. The spirit of sexual joy had visited him in the form of that gorgeous woman and he wouldn't forget the lesson.
They arranged for Bill to visit Mr. Borden and talk about going back to Persy, then he left. Sue enjoyed the taste of his jism for quite a while. Before it disappeared, she jerked off a few times to completely dispel the readiness she had dredged up with her memories of her father, and she was having some interesting thoughts about Bill, too.
Chapter Seven
When Bill woke the morning after his orgy with Sara and Joan, all he was aware of was the tremendous pain in his head. He couldn't even get up. He seemed to be alone, then he remembered the girls getting up earlier and saying something about the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building, but be had heard all that through a daze, and he wasn't sure what it meant.
The girls! Suddenly Bill remembered them. The night before slowly came back to him, but it was confused and blurry. He remembered meeting them and going to the Village. Then things got vague. He tried to concentrate, but his hangover was a doozy. He was mainly interested in trying to remember if he fucked them. He thought and thought, and bits of memory began to come back to him.
The image of Joan standing naked in the door came back to him, but it seemed so fantastic that he wasn't sure it could be true. It took a while, but things began to fall into place. There was some black underwear in his mind suddenly. He forced himself up on an elbow and looked around. He saw the black bra and panties still strewn on the floor and he thrilled to the realization that at least that memory was correct.
Then he tried to remember more, but it was hard to recall those events. He thought that when he felt better he would remember -- meanwhile, he let his imagination go. After a while it was impossible to separate reality from fantasy. He could almost see one of those girls sitting on his cock and he thought he could remember getting -- was it possible? -- a blow-job.
Bill thought that a good breakfast might help the way he felt and his memory, so he struggled out of the bed. He was pretty wobbly on his feet, but he threw some cold water on his face and that helped. When he came out of the bathroom, the black undies attracted his eye again.
He picked up the panties and suddenly felt a wave of horniness came over him. Could he have gotten fucked and lie the very next morning? Yes, be decided. That was no clue. A kinky impulse grabbed him and he lifted the undies to his nose. The odor of pussy filled his head. Not only did that increase his lust, but it gave him an idea.
He smelled his finger and found the same odor there. That at least proved he had gotten somewhere with those chicks. He tried to bend down low enough to sniff his cock, but he couldn't get close enough to get a reading, so he just skipped the idea.
Bill got dressed and left the hotel in search of a place to cat. The light outside was blinding and he wandered around in a daze before the smell of frying bacon led him to a seat in a crowded coffee shop. He decided to go back to the hotel later to find the girls again. Not only would he find out if he'd scored, but he would try to get more, and the next time he would be sure to remember.
The breakfast did make him feel better, but when he went out on the street again a terrible thought hit him. He wasn't sure he knew what hotel he'd been in. He thought there was nothing to worry about. He would merely backtrack and find the place. But when he tried, he found that he wasn't even sure which way he had come on that street to get to the coffee shop.
A sinking feeling descended upon him as he realized he might never see those girls again. It was bad enough not being able to get another crack at them, but now he wasn't even sure if he was still a virgin or not. Frustration added to his already, agonized head. Then he remembered that the girls had said something about the Empire State Building, and he figured they must be planning to go there. He could go to the top and simply wait. They were bound to show up sometime that day, if he hadn't already missed them.
Well, it was the only chance he had. Either that, or go to the Statue of Liberty, but there would be too big a chance of missing them there. He headed toward Fifth Avenue, then turned downtown. The huge building loomed in front of him from twenty blocks away. He hurried so he wouldn't miss them. He had just enough for the admission to the observation tower. He was left with one thin dime to his name.
It was a clear day, and the view was spectacular, but the girls weren't there. Bill hung around for hours and there were a lot of great-looking chicks, but he felt too down to talk to any of them, and Joan and Sara didn't show. Bill's stomach began to growl before long, and he began to despair of finding them. He didn't have enough money to do anything, including eat. Of course, he could go home, but he wasn't ready to do that yet.
He decided to go up to his buddy Joe's place and on the way, leave a note for his mother in her mailbox. She must have heard that he left school, and he didn't want her to worry. Joe would give him something to eat, and Bill might even be able to stay there if his parents weren't home.
It was a long way to his own neighborhood, but with only a dime in his pocket, there was no choice but to hoof it. Joe would be getting borne from school soon, and Bill would drop that last dime in a phone to make sure Joe was home and his mother wasn't before he went up.
When he reached his apartment building he borrowed a pencil from the doorman and left a note in his mother's box. Then he went to a phone and called Joe. As he dialed, he almost flipped to see Mr. Borden come out of his building. Well, now his mother knew for sure. Mr. Borden didn't notice him as he passed by and Bill thought he looked a bit glassy-eyed.
Joe answered the phone and said his mother wasn't there and that Bill should come right up. It was nice seeing his old friend again. He told Joe all about leaving Persy and what had happened since. When he told him about the two girls, he didn't want to admit that he couldn't remember much about what had happened, so he made up a pretty good story. Joe had a hard-on while he listened, but if Bill had realized his story wasn't as good as the truth, if he could only remember it, he would have had a hard-on too.
When Bill told Joe that he was broke, but not ready to go home Joe offered to hide him out in his place. His parents would be coming home, but if Bill came back after they went to bed he could sleep in the big closet off the living room. They arranged a place for Bill to sleep on a wide sheif in there and it looked real cozy.
Bill borrowed a few dollars from his buddy when dinner time approached. They planned for Bill to show up at midnight. Now Bill was faced with about six hours to kill with only a few bucks to spend. He found a cheap double feature to see.
By the time he walked down to where the movie was playing, then back up to Joe's, it would be almost midnight.
The movies were pretty good; two westerns, one of which he'd seen before. The walk back uptown was nice. Being in the city completely on his own was new to him. By now, his mother would have found his note so she wouldn't be worried, and he had a nice, warm place to stay. The only thing that bothered him was that he still hadn't scored -- or if he had, he couldn't remember it.
Joe had let the doorman in on their plot, so when Bill showed up, he let him in without ringing. Joe was waiting to slip him in and before long, Bill was alone irk his closet hideaway. It was dark and close in there, but he liked the peace and quiet, and it was exciting to have to hide. They had fixed him up a nice bed with blankets and a pillow so he had everything he needed. Well, almost everything. Bill realized that he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep without taking a leak first. He bated to take the chance of being discovered, but he had to. The apartment had been dark when he came in so he figured it was pretty safe.
He opened the door a crack and looked and listened. It seemed as if everyone was sleeping, so Bill decided not to dress. He moved through the dark naked, careful not to bump into anything. He knew where the bathroom was, but in the dark it wasn't all that easy to find. He finally made it though, and he decided to piss in the sink and then rinse it out so he wouldn't have to flush the toilet.
As he groped his way back to the closet be was suddenly covered with light. He froze, then looked around. He heard someone's steps; they were coming his way. He didn't want either of Joe's parents to find him standing naked in their living room in the middle of the night so he ducked behind the couch ag fast and quietly as he could.
He listened as someone walked through the room, then be heard the refrigerator opened in the kitchen.
"What are you doing, honey?" a woman's voice said.
"Couldn't sleep," Joe's father said. "I thought a snack might help."
"Good idea. I think I'll join you," his mother said.
Bill didn't like the idea of having to hide there behind the couch while those people had a snack, but he though he'd better. He peeked out again and saw Joe's mother standing in the kitchen. She was wearing a sheer nightgown, and he could see the outline of her body through it. If he wasn't in such a tight spot, he would have been really turned on by the sight. Even in his fear of being seen, his cock grew hard.
Bill listened to them eating for a while. They seemed to be sitting at the kitchen table and he decided to try for the closet. As quietly as he could, he crept from behind the couch and began to tip-toe across the room. He still had to pass by the door to the kitchen.
"I'll be right back," he heard Joe's mother say, then footsteps came toward the living room.
It was too late to go back to the couch and he couldn't make the closet in time. With his hard cock bouncing in front of him, Bill scrambled into the hallway that led to the bedrooms. He went into Joe's parents' room just in time.
Joe's mother went into the bathroom, and by the sound of things, she hadn't closed the door. Now Bill was trapped in their room. In his fear, he longed for the safety of his closet. As soon as the woman left the bathroom, he would dash back to the closet. But things didn't work out that way. Before Joe's mother left the bathroom, his father came back to the bedroom.
In a panic, Bill slipped into the bedroom closet. The closet door hadn't been closed tightly and he left it that way when he was inside. This closet wasn't, nearly as big as the other and be had to stand there surrounded by clothes. All he could think of was that he might have to stand there for the rest of the night and he couldn't think of a worse fate. Then he noticed that he could see the bed through the slightly opened door. Hie began to hope for the best.
Bill saw Joe's father take off his robe, and his heart almost stopped as he thought he might want to hang it in the closet. It would have been horrible to have been found in the living room, but in the closet would be ridiculous fortunately, the guy threw the robe on a chair and climbed into bed.
The toilet flushed and Joe's mother appeared, then threw her robe on the chair too. Bill gasped when he saw her standing there naked in front of him.
He knew his friend's mother and always thought she was a sharp chick, but he didn't realize how gorgeous she was. Her short brown hair made her neck look long and graceful. Her tits stuck out with the nicest bulge that Bill could imagine. Her belly was soft and smooth and fiat. Bill stared at her patch of curly hair until she slipped into bed and pulled the sheet over her.
The bedside light was still on, and he saw the woman put her head on her husband's shoulder. The man wrapped his arm around her and they kissed. Bill's prick stood straight and hard as he hoped he was in for a show. He was almost glad to be in their closet rather than the more comfortable one.
The sheet showed the movement beneath it well enough for Bill to see that the guy was messaging his wife's cunt. As they moved around, the sheet began to be pulled lower and lower, exposing their naked bodies inch by inch. Bill tried to keep his heavy breathing quiet as he wrapped his hand around his cock.
Bill would have given anything to be the one in bed with that chick, but he was going to enjoy watching. They were really getting into it now. The sheet had moved down far enough to expose the tits that were being caressed by the man's massaging fingers. Bill studied the way he held those loose piles of flesh so he could do the same as soon as he got his next chance.
The man slowly kissed his way down the woman's neck, over her chest and onto the soft tits. Bill could actually see the guy's tongue slip out and cover those tits with eager licks. Bill had never seen anyone suck a hard nipple with as much enthusiasm as Joe's father. The woman obviously loved it. She had her bead thrown back and her chest thrust out.
One tit almost disappeared entirely into the guy's mouth. Bill's own mouth was watering with hunger. He could hear the woman murmuring her delight.
"Oh, baby," she purred. "That feels sooooo good. Mmmmmm."
Her soft voice seemed to make the tit-sucking husband even more greedy. His head moved in frantic circles around those boobs. Then he squished them together and made figure eights with his tongue around them.
Bill loved watching that master tit-sucker at work, but he was ready for the next act. As if he were controlling the fuckers with his horny desires, the man kissed his way down the creamy underside of her tits and started down her stomach. He moved the sheet away as he advanced, showing Bill the slim, white body he was working on.
Bill pressed his face closer to the slot of light between the door and jamb and waited for her pussy to come into view. When Joe's father was licking the area just above his wife's cunt, he suddenly threw off the sheet. From his hiding place, Bill could see the curve of her carnal mound. It looked like a well-padded cunt, and Bill could almost imagine the plumped up lips on his hand.
The woman had her legs spread so Bill could see the smooth skin inside one of her thighs. Near the top of her thigh, where the hairs nearly reached, Bill thought he could see the dampness of her lubricating juice. She spread wider as her husband swiveled around his ass so be was lying with his head at her cunt and his hard cock at his wife's face.
He kissed around that hairy triangle, then the inner-thighs. Now Bill could see the crack in her pussy as it shone a shiny pink. His prick was jerking with desire. He remembered the whore he'd had the first night in the city and he remembered how nice it had been to hold her cunt in his hand and slide his fingers up her tunnel. Now he was just watching, but at least he knew what he was missing.
Joe's father finally stuck out his tongue and licked the slit. Bill saw the woman's tits quiver as she reacted to the lick. Her legs lifted around the man's head and partly obstructed Bill's view, but be could see enough. He knew that the guy was getting his tongue right up there and that the woman loved it. Bill remembered the smell on his fingers amid he almost drooled with the thought of having his own tongue up a soggy cunt.
The cunt-lapper's prick was beating a rhythm near his wife's face. She turned her head to face the fat dong and wrapped her hand around it. Then she smothered the cock with her wet mouth. Bill felt a pang of lust in his balls at the sight. He began to move the loose skin up and down over his bone.
The two on the bed were eating each other with such furious energy that Bill could hear their mouths working from his closet. When the guy crawled over his wife's body with his bead still stuck between her legs and his cock still in her mouth, Bill thought he was seeing the ultimate in sexual gymnastics. Joe's father put his arm under his wife's legs and pushed them up until her whole crotch rolled up toward his face. His head poked farther between her thighs until Bill was sure he must be licking her asshole.
The show was making Bill's body reel and he heard himself rustling the clothes around him. He tried to be more quiet as his fist moved faster over his prick. His eyes traveled back and forth from the cunt-lapping to the cock-sucking. He was amazed at bow the chick managed to get so much of that huge root into her mouth. Bill thought it must be sticking halfway down her throat.
As Bill tried to keep from rustling the clothes, he noticed that one of the garments was silky and smelled of perfume. He took his eyes from the fuckers just long enough to check out that sexy garment. It seemed to be one of Joe's mother's nightgowns. Bill pulled it down from the hook it had been hanging on, and held it to his warm body. He wrapped the silky fabric around his cock. The cool, slick material felt great, and knowing that it belonged to the chick be was watching getting her cunt lapped thrilled Bill.
He began rubbing his prick in the nightgown, but tried to go slowly. He didn't want to come before the list act of the show. Joe's mother was making passionate sounds around the cock in her mouth, and Bill let his own voice join hers. He kept it down though, so he wouldn't be heard. His cock was vibrating from the friction of the slinky nightgown he was rubbing it in, and the musty odor of perfume and feminine smells was exciting too.
Joe's father finally lifted his face from his wife's crotch. When he took his cock from her mouth and swiveled around again beside the woman, Bill got a good look at her cunt. It was waking wet and the curly hair was matted and her thighs were shining with the liquid. Bill could see the pink slot of her cunt as it was opened and waiting to be filled. He let his hand move a little faster as that sight made his breath come in heavy gasps.
The woman lifted one of her legs and her husband wrapped his legs around her other leg. That brought his cock to the wet mess of her crotch. Then the woman lifted her other leg too. Joe's father held her legs up while he slid his prick into that slippery swamp. Now Bill had a great view.
He could see the hair-fringed hole in the midst of her creamy ass and thighs. Joe's father's cock was plunging into the hot cavern, and his balls bounced around playfully. The sight really sent Bill into a fit of crazed passion. He let his hand free to slip the smooth material of the nightgown rapidly over his prick. The fabric was driving him wild as it tickled his tender cock-head mercilessly.
The woman was writhing and pumping as she was repeatedly lanced by her husband's big cock. Her voice rang out with wanton cries. Bill took in the sight through his own blinding passion. The nightgown was prolonging his pleasure, and if he could, he would have been howling with the ecstasy that he felt. With his eyes glued to the lewd fucking, Bill stroked the silky material over his prick with increasing lust.
When he heard Joe's father panting with his orgasm, Bill gave his prick the last few strokes that he needed to bring himself off. As the two fuckers on the bed contorted their bodies in the fire of orgasm, Bill was coming too. His jism was shooting into the silky garment wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help making a certain amount of noise, but be didn't have to worry about being beard by the fuckers because they were making more noise.
As Joe's parents rested, so did Bill in the closet. He hung up the soaking nightgown so the jism stains weren't too noticeable. He felt bad about making such a mess in that nightgown, and he figured Joe would be blamed, but in the heat of lust he figured he couldn't be held responsible for his actions.
Bill watched the guy's cock slip from that drenched pussy. The lovers pulled the sheet up over them and curled up, leaving Bill to his misery. Now he would have to stand there and wait for them to fall asleep before he could get away. He felt weak from his jerking off, but he had no choice but to stand there perfectly still. It was tough, but he had had a great view of a fuck.
When he could hear both sleepers snoring softly, Bill slipped out of the closet, out of the room, and got back into his hiding place. It felt so good to lie down that he was asleep before be knew it. All night he dreamed of the sights he'd seen since be got to the big city. When he awoke in the morning it took him a while to remember where he was.
The first thing he remembered was the fuck he'd watched the night before and that gave him a clue.
Boy! It seemed like a long time since he'd been just another student at good old Persy.
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry that I left school, but I was going to be expelled anyway. It seems that every time I turn around, I get into trouble. I am staying with a friend, and I don't want you to worry, that's why I'm leaving you this note. I'll come home in a few days.
Love, Bill
Sue's eyes watered as she read the note. Bill was really a sweet kid, and she couldn't be mad at him. She did wish he would come home, though.
It was getting hard for Sue to think about Bill in the way she always had. Now it seemed that every time she pictured him in her mind, she concentrated on his crotch. She thought of his face as if she were seeing it from a few inches away, moving to her to plant a kiss on her lips.
Sue got a wet cunt every, time she thought of that kid. Most of the time the thought would get her so horny that she would have to stick a finger between the lips of her twat and relieve her raging lust. She seriously wondered if she would be able to control herself when she saw him next.
Thoughts of Bill would lead to thoughts of her father, and she would be caught up in a dilemma of incestuous confusion. She was getting desperate and thought she'd better get some advice on the subject. She dreaded having someone tell her that she'd better keep her hands off her son, but if someone would tell her to go ahead, all the barriers would disappear and she could seduce Bill and fuck herself silly.
Chapter Eight.
Bill stayed in the closet for awhile, just thinking and listening for any sounds that would tell him that someone, was home. When he hadn't heard a sound for about an hour, he stepped out of his cubicle. The place was empty and all his.
He took a shower, raided the refrigerator and relaxed. Now he was flat broke and be wasn't anxious to be out on the streets. It still didn't feel like time to go home and he thought about what he might do. He could keep coming back here and sleeping in that doesn't, but that didn't sound like a very good idea.
Finally, Bill got itchy to get going, so he filled his pockets with food and hit the streets again. It was a bright, sunny day so he headed for the park. It was only a few blocks away, and he might run into some friends who were skipping school.
As he sat on a bench watching the people pass by, a bunch of young chicks swinging their asses reminded him his promise to himself to get laid. Now that he was broke, he wasn't going to be able to buy a fuck, and he was feeling too down to try to pick up a chick. He felt like a failure.
The hours passed and Bill remained on the bench. Every now and then he dug into his pocket for a bite of food, and when it ran out he didn't care. Finally, he got up and began strolling again, but he stayed in the park and finally settled on another bench. The sun was still shining, but it was shining from the other side of the park.
It got dark and the park became relatively deserted. Bill knew that the park wasn't safe after dark, but he didn't worry about that. He was almost in a stupor of horny despair.
A man walked up the lane, but Bill didn't even notice him until he was standing right over him. He looked up at the guy. In the dim light, he couldn't see the man's face and he wondered what the guy wanted. Without saying a word, the man turned and continued down the walk. Bill thought that was strange and wondered if he was too miserable-looking to even interest a mugger.
He didn't know how much time was passing, but he figured it was getting late. He'd been in that park for over twelve hours, and he was getting over his lethargy. Bill shifted his body around on the bench to stretch his muscles.
Suddenly, be heard loud voices and footsteps. He looked down the walk and saw a group of kids heading his way. Now that he was coming out of his stupor, he knew enough to be scared. The kids were talking all at once in rough growls and pushing and shoving each other. They were too close for Bill to slip away unnoticed, so he decided to sit there and hope for the best.
His heart froze when he heard one of the kids say to him, "Hey, give me a quarter."
"I don't have a quarter." Bill said as calmly as he could. "Really, I'm broke."
Now all the kids were gathering around him. He began to feel panicky, but he fought to control himself. It wouldn't do him any good to try to tough his way out of this. There were too many of them.
"Oh, yeah?" the kid who had asked for the money growled. "Can we have all we find on you."
They began to close in on Bill until all he could see were those kids leaning over him.
"Look, guys, really, I don't have a dime."
Bill felt hands on him. They were grabbing at his clothes and pulling him up. He was ready to run. But when he jumped, he would have to run away or be prepared to become a punching bag for those thugs. He was on his feet now, being shoved from one kid to the next, while they grabbed at his pockets, looking for money.
It was hard for Bill to plan an escape while he was being roughly pushed around like that, but he suddenly jumped over the bench and ran into the bushes. It was very dark once be got off the path, but be didn't stop. He could hear all those kids behind him, so be burst through the branches that were grabbing at him and tripping his feet.
The sound of all those creeps charging after him spurred him on. It was like a fox hunt, and he was the fox. He came out on another walk and ran down it. All the hunters followed, and some of them could run faster than him, he discovered as he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Although he thought he was running as fast as be could, that hand touching him made him run even faster. He was too scared to look over his shoulder.
Bill knew he couldn't keep running for long, and he figured his best chance would be to get off the lighted path and try to lose them in the bush. With the roar of his own breathing in his ears, he ran up a rocky outcropping and down the other side. He could still hear footsteps behind him. The kids were probably getting into the fun of the hunt now. Bill sure was getting into the frantic desperation of running for his life.
He broke into another clump of bushes. He felt the tangled branches scraping his face and tearing his clothes. Still, be fought through those bushes as fast as he could without worrying about mere scratches. His foot hit a hard roqt and he was sent tumbling down a steep hill. He rolled to the bottom and got to his feet again without stopping.
Running into a clearing, he saw the buildings on Fifth Avenue looming ahead. Although be didn't know where he was, he had been near that side of the park and he figured there must be an exit nearby. Straining to see in the dark, Bill kept his legs moving as fast as be could even though be didn't know if he was still being pursued or not.
Finally, he saw a walkway that led out of the park. He ran across a lawn, along the sidewalk arid out onto Fifth Avenue. The landscape suddenly changed from grass and trees and tangled bushes to pavement and buildings and cars. Bill couldn't have stopped now even if he wanted, and he didn't want to because he was still scared that those hoodlums were hot on his heels. He was too beat to think; all his energy was going to his running feet.
As if be were blind, he ran into the street and smacked into the side of a car. The next thing he knew, he was lying flat on his back in the street looking up at a crowd of people.
Finally, be saw a cop appear and look down at him. He was helped to his feet, but he couldn't say a word because his breath was still rasping in his throat. He was led to the squad car and helped into the back seat. He looked back at the crowd as they drove him away. Bill had never been so glad to see cops before as he sat back in the car and tried to catch his breath.
"Thanks," he finally managed to gasp. "They were chasing me..."
He had to stop talking until he could wet his dry mouth with some saliva. Then he said, "You can just drop me off at Eighty-ninth."
Bill finally decided that it was time to go home.
The cop said he would have to take him down to the station though. Now he wished he had gone to his safe home and his mother's embrace long ago.
The cops took him into the station and led him to a bench. No one was staring at him there. He was just another poor fool who had gotten into trouble. Bill looked around and saw a few guys who were pretty beat-up. There were a couple of bums lolling on the bench, and some sleaz whores. Being part of the New York street life didn't seem like so much fun anymore, and Bill only wished be could go home.
Finally, a cop brought, him a few forms to fill out. He said they had called his mother and she was going to come dawn to pick him up. That was good news. Bill finished filling out the forms, and sat back to wait. He heard his name called out and looked up. His mother was rushing toward him with her arms outstretched. Bill jumped up and they fell into a tight hug. She covered his face with kisses.
A cop came over to them and took them into a small office. Bill explained to Sue what had happened in the park. They were ready to leave, but the cop said that they were charging Bill with being drunk and disorderly. His heart sank. Now the cops were going to be after him.
"What do you mean?" Sue screamed indignantly. "The boy gets chased by a gang of muggers, almost killed by a car, and you're going to charge him? What's the matter with you? Do you have to pick on an innocent kid?" Her face was white with rage, and Bill had never been so proud of her.
The cop wasn't giving in, so Sue composed herself. Then in a completely different voice, one with a touch of flirtation in it, she asked him if she could talk to him in private. The cop nodded, and they left Bill alone. He was exhausted and only wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but he sure hoped his mother could get things straightened out. He didn't want to be in trouble. He just wanted to go to a nice quiet school and be a good boy.
Suddenly, he heard his mother's voice coming from the desk. He looked and saw an intercom. Somehow, the intercom in the room where his mother and the cop were meeting got turned on.
"It seems to me that we should be able to get this all straightened out without all that red tape." Sue was saying. "Isn't there anything I can do to make everything all right?"
Bill had never heard his mother use that tone of voice before. He didn't know what she was up to, but it didn't take long for him to find out.
"Well, these are pretty serious charges," the cop said.
"But there must be something that can be done," Bill heard his mother say. Her voice sounded different, and Bill knew that was because she had moved farther from the intercom. He could picture her going over to the cop and pressing her tits against him.
"Well, if you put it that way," the cop said. "Hummm. Yeah, maybe something can be worked out."
Bill wished that he could see what was going on in there. It sure sounded interesting. He knew what his mom was up to flow, and he was more grateful than ever that she was such a gorgeous chick. Bill sat down at the desk when he heard muffled sounds that sounds like two mouths sucking at each other. Despite his worn out condition, Bill's cock was getting hard.
"Oh, not quite so hard, baby. Yes, that's better. Oh, yeah. That feels real good," Sue was saying.
That exchange was followed by more kissing sounds. Bill listened with growing lust, and he dropped his hand into his lap over the hard lump of his cock. All the terror of the chase was forgotten and replaced by the more familiar sensation of lust.
"What's your favorite sport?" Sue said. "Yeah, I thought so. Well, I'll do it better than you've ever imagined if me and my son can leave afterwards without any hassles."
"Sure, honey, it's a deal. Now get down there." Bill was getting a good idea of what was going on, but he longed to see it with his own eyes. He had always suspected that his mother was a lusty woman, and this was proving that she was. And she was doing it for him.
Bill beard the sound of footsteps, then a mechanical click that he supposed was a door being locked. More footsteps, then the tinkle that he thought sounded like a belt buckle hitting the floor.
"Oh, I'm impressed," he heard his mother say. "It's a nice one."
There was the rustling of clothing and some more sucking sounds. Bill tightened his grasp on his bulging crotch. He moved his ear closer to the intercom and listened intently. A low, satisfied moan came over the wire.
"Yeah, that's it. Urn, nice," the cop was saying. "Here, hold me here. Yeah!"
The sticking sounds were getting louder and more rhythmic. Bill hoped that his mother was enjoying what she was doing. It would be too bad if she had to suck that cop off just for his sake.
In another few seconds, be was sure that she was having a good time. The sounds of feminine passion, slightly muffled, could be beard. Bill wanted to unzip and jerk off, but he'd been doing that so often that be resisted just as a matter of principle. The sounds coming over that intercom were getting more exciting though, and he wasn't sure he would be able to resist.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," the cop was saying. "Deeper, can you take it deeper? Yeah, that's it. That's great!"
"Ummmmm. Ummmmmmm," Sue hummed.
"Uh, uh, uh," the cop grunted.
Bill could imagine his mother down on her knees in front of the cop, with her mouth wide open and his huge cock stuffing her.
"Ohhhhhbh, baby, that's fantastic. Where are you putting it all?"
Bill remembered how Joe's mother had made her husband's prick disappear down her throat, and he was sure his mother was doing the same, only better. The sound of shuffling feet and furniture being knocked around came through the intercom.
"Abhhhh," the cop was moaning. His voice was becoming shrill in his lust.
Bill decided to pull his cock out after all. As soon as he had it in his hand, he began flogging it. He matched the rhythm of the voice coming over the intercom.
"Ahhhhb! I'm coming. Ohhhhhh," the cop groaned.
The lewd sounds were getting Bill hot as fast as the scene he had watched the night before, and he was going to come. While the cop was still moaning and Bill could still hear his mother's mouth slurping on his prick, his jism came spurting into the room.
The cop finally stopped his lustful moaning, and the only sound left was the smacking of Sue's lips. Then he heard the belt buckle and door lock again. Bill hurriedly shoved his cock back into his pants and moved from the desk onto the bench. There were glistening drops of his spewings on the floor, but he didn't have time to mop it up and he could only hope that no one would notice.
Sue and the cop came into the room. Sue was running her fingers through her hair, trying to get it straightened out. She told her son that they could go. Bill tried to look innocent and he hoped no one would go into the office with the intercom. If voices started coining over it now, it would be embarrassing to say the least.
The cop told one of the other cops to give Bill and Sue a ride home. They sat in the backseat of the car, not looking at each other, but they both felt that there was something drawing them together. Bill was burning with desire and he wondered what he could do about it now. His mother had given away a blow-job to get him out of trouble, but Bill would rather have gotten that blow-job himself, even if it meant going to jail. He toyed with the idea of explaining to his mother about his horny suffering and begging her to help him.
Meanwhile, Sue was wondering if she had enough nerve to do what she wanted with her son. She figured it might be easier if she started right away. Reaching over, she touched her son's hand and took it in hers.
Chapter Nine
When they got into their apartment, Sue told Bill to wash up. He was amazed when he looked into the bathroom mirror. His face was covered with long, red scratches. He had a purple bruise on his forehead and his hair looked like those bushes that had scratched his face. He undressed, showered and slipped on his robe. It felt great to be home again.
Bill was thinking about bow his mother had taken his hand in the cop car. Could it be that all his dreams were going to come true? The front of the robe began to rise with his prick. He put his hands in the pockets, but that didn't help, nothing did. He couldn't go out of the bathroom like that, and he didn't know what to do.
He waited, but his cock only got harder. He studied himself in the mirror. There didn't seem to be any way to hide the stiff rod. Finally, he took a roll of adhesive tape from the cabinet and taped the bounding tool to his belly. Then he left the bathroom.
Sue was waiting for him in the living room. Bill had to go past her to get to his room. As he walked by, hoping the tape would hold, she asked him to sit down. He did, and they stared quietly at each other for a while.
"Tell me what happened at school," Sue said, it wasn't what she wanted to say, but she had to start somewhere.
Bill told her almost everything, but be left out the whole and Sam and Joan and watching Joe's parents screw. It sounded pretty dull.
"And what were you doing at the park at night? You know better than that."
Bill told her how the hours seemed to fly by and he just sat without thinking. His mother was looking at him in a strange way, it seemed. Bill was thinking about her giving that cop a blow-job, and Sue was wondering if she should dare to attack him. Talking hadn't gotten them anywhere, so neither of them said another word. The atmosphere in the room grew thick with their stifled lust. They both wanted the other so badly that they couldn't take their eyes from each other's bodies. Sue's cunt was seeping bat fluid, and Bill's prick was pulling the tape painfully from his belly.
They both thought that the other must surely know what they were thinking, yet neither of them dared bring their longings into the open by saying something about it. Bill was studying the shape of his mother's tits through her tight blouse, and she was looking at his bare knees and into the dark between his thighs.
Finally, Sue got up and took a step toward Bill. He got so excited seeing her coming his way he jumped up. The tape pulled away from his belly, letting his cock spring forward. His robe swung away from his middle like the big-top at the circus. Sue looked at the projectile for a few, seconds, then, when she couldn't stand to be without him in her arms any longer, she ran toward him. Bill stood to meet her, and they embraced.
As soon as they came together, their arms encircled each other and their mouths crashed together. They were both acting out of sheer animal lust and they were already sucking each other's tongues before they even knew what was happening. When Bill found himself in that tight embrace, he cursed himself for not coming home right away. He had been wandering the streets, when what he needed was at home.
Sue was doing exactly what she wanted and it felt great. She realized that she had wanted her son even more than she'd admitted to herself. Having his strong body in her arms was turning her into a raving, sexual maniac. She knew there would be no satisfaction until her cunt was full of his hard prick.
They ground their bodies together, Bill's hard cock sandwiched between their bellies. Sue's tits were mashed all over his chest, and it felt great. Bill was surprised at how small and delicate his mother felt in his arms. He had always thought of her as bigger than him, but he was a man now and she was only an average-sized woman.
Bill reached for a handful of his mother's giant tits. She moved her body so he could get his hand around that big, firm globe. As his fingertips dug into the soft flesh, Sue stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. They could both feel his heart beating by the way his cock was bucking between them.
Sue managed to get them both over to the couch without taking their mouths away from each other. They settled into the soft pillows of the couch. Bill was holding his mother's tit as if he thought she might run away if he let go. The heavy globe felt so good in his hand that it made his head feel light.
Sue slipped her hand into her son's robe and put it on his warm chest. Her touch filled Bill with the desire to pull his robe off and offer his whole body to her, but he was too busy kissing and feeling her tit. That was all he had to do for the time being. Sue was helping herself to his body. As she reached around in his robe, running her hand all over him, the robe began to fall open.
When Bill felt the cool air of the room on his bare chest, he tried to get at his mother's naked flesh. He began tugging at the buttons of her blouse, but wasn't having much luck. Sue knew he was having a problem, so she pulled herself away from him and threw herself back. She unbuttoned her blouse as fast as she could and pulled it open.
Bill stared at those lovely jugs with his mouth open. He'd seen several pairs of tits in the last few days, but his own mother had the nicest pair by far. They looked so heavy, but firm. The nipples were like two flowers on the creamy background of her smooth skin. Bill's hand automatically reached for one of those mammoth piles of jellied flesh. His fingers wrapped around the huge circumference and began caressing.
Sue made a passionate sound deep in her throat as her son took her tit, and threw herself back in his embrace. Their tongues began entwining again.
Bill's fingers kept creeping around her tit as if he were blind and had just discovered boobs for the first time.
They were snorting and panting as they got hotter and more frantic. When Bill began sinking down to examine her tits with his mouth, Sue began making weird sounds of lust. Bill watched the tit seemingly swell as his face neared it until it was all he could see. His lips touched the spongy mountain, and his nose pressed into it. Holding the weighty object in his hands, he rested his head in its softness.
Sliding his face around the warm surface of that boob, be finally got his mouth on her hard nipple. This was almost too good to be true, and Bill was afraid he might wake up and find it all a dream. But even if it was a dream, he was sure having a good time.
Sue was sliding her hands over Bill's back as he leaned over her tits. Her hands were stirring his passions as much as baiting his mouth on her tit. He could imagine what would happen if she were touching a more sensitive part of his body. It was exciting to know that he was having such a strong effect on his mother that her breathing was coming in deep moans.
Bill played with her tits until he was ready for more of her body. His hands began fumbling with her belt. She helped him open her pants and he had his hand crammed in there before Sue could pull them down for him. His fingers felt the curls buried down there.
"Help me get my pants off, honey," Sue said breathlessly.
It was a strange thing to hear from his mother. He grabbed the top of her pants and pulled while she pushed and wiggled her hips. He watched her belly appear, and when the top of her hairy triangle came into view, Bill's eyes grew round and he gasped.
They kept pulling until Sue kicked the pants across the room. Bill stared at her cunt and slid his hand up her thighs to it. The sweet odor of her body was rising to his nostrils. Sue grabbed her son to her again, and although he hated to lose sight of her cunt, he loved feeling her tongue squirm into his mouth again.
He dragged his fingers to the curve of her pussy. The wiry hairs felt like electric sparks on his palm. Sue let her thighs sag open so her boy could get at the flowing gash of her crotch. He slid his fingers down until he felt that gaping slat under them. The whole area was wet with hot cunt-juice. Bill's brain was reeling with excitement.
As he explored her cunt, he felt her fingers moving down his belly. They moved through his hair to the base of his prick. Bill felt the pieces of tape stick to her fingers and pull on his cock. He came to his senses and told his mother why he had tape on his pecker. They both laughed, but they didn't want to waste time, so they stopped laughing and continued grinding their mouths together again. He felt her pull each piece of tape off his prick, then run her fingers around it.
As soon as she began playing with his cock, the big shaft began to quiver. Sue squeezed the bulb of the bead, and slid her fingers lightly down the shaft. She knew that a horny kid Bill's age could come without much provocation, so she handled him carefully.
Bill curled his middle finger into her hot chamber. He felt the wet, satiny walls spread to admit him. Sue began moving her hips in lascivious circles so her cunt was massaging itself on his finger. She moved her clit over the fingertip and her body shook with the jolts of passion that they created. Then her cunt swallowed the finger.
Reaching as far up that wet tunnel as he could, Bill searched for more hidden secrets. A cunt was a mysterious and strange region to an inexperienced kid, and Bill was going absolutely nuts with pleasure for having the opportunity. He was dying to stick his cock in there, but he knew his mother would like it better if he waited until she was a raving maniac. At least, that's what the guys at school always said was the right way to do it.
Bill could wait because he was getting a real treat from his mom's clever fingers on his joint. She was holding his balls now, and tickling him under them. He was learning that his mother was a genius at what she was doing. She would play with his cock until be thought he was going to come, but then she moved her hand to his balls while his prick smoldered.
Finally, Bill just had to get a better look at his mom's cunt. Pulling his face away from his mother's, he began to slide down her body. When he felt his cock sliding out of her grasp, he knew he would have to do something differently. He remembered how Joe's parents had eaten each other, and he thought that would be the perfect position to stare into his mother's cunt, while she continued to play with his cock. The thought that he might get the same treatment she had given that cop occurred to him, but it seemed too good to ever happen to a horny punk like him, he thought, and he tried not to hope for too much.
He maneuvered around, pushing his mother on her back while he was lying down next to her in the opposite direction. As he brought his face near that treasure of cunt, he got so excited that he had trouble making his fingers work. They kept shaking uncontrollably. Sue stuck out her lower thigh and Bill rested his head on it. He was looking right at her mound which was only about a foot away from the tip of his nose. It seemed that he'd been waiting all his life for this moment.
He held out his trembling fingers and touched the pussy again, but this time he spread the lips without sticking in a finger. He wanted a clear view. The pink interior was inviting. The funky odor enveloped his bead in a mist of evaporating pussy juice. Bill saw the silky walls of the outer cunt, and the inner-lips were right there for him to study. He stared so hard that a picture of that cunt was engraved in his memory forever.
Holding the lips open with one hand, he stuck a few fingers of the other hand in there. He could see the bright pink cave stretching up into her belly. He was dizzy with excitement, so when the idea of sticking his tongue into that slot occurred to him he thought he might faint from an overdose of lust.
He let his fingers play and his eyes take it all in, while he considered the daring possibility of eating her pussy. Meanwhile, he could feel his mother continuing on his prick. Now she was working en him with two hands. He couldn't tell exactly what she was doing because all he could feel was a tremendous blast of pleasure rising from his crotch, but when a new sensation began, he knew exactly what it was.
Suddenly his prick-head was bathed in a hot, wet embrace and he knew that she had wrapped her mouth around it. So he was going to get the ultimate, after all. He almost had to curl up into a ball as the fantastic sensations of her sucking mouth filled him.
With a spinning head and hard breath rushing through his throat, Bill slowly moved his face to that soaking snatch. The smell was getting stronger with every inch. He was drunk with the odor by the time he got his first taste of steamed pussy flesh.
Bill began to feel his insides twisting in a spasm, and he knew he was going to come. The twisting began to repeat in ever quicker and more powerful jerks. Pleasure was multiplying until all he was aware of was the ecstasy blooming inside him. He heard himself begin to grunt and thought that nothing could be better than to have his face buried in her cunt while be filled his mother's mouth with his cream.
With the first spurt of jism, Bill pressed his opened mouth and protruding tongue into that cunt. Her cunt lips compressed against his face as his cock began spitting white cream. Sue sucked every gob of thick goo from his twitching tool and swallowed as fast as she could. The jism was coming too fast for her to be able to get it all down, and some of the stuff oozed out of the corner of her mouth and down her cheek.
While his orgasm filled his mind with fantastic explosions of lust, Bill mopped her pussy with his tongue. He felt the loose flesh down there slithering over his face. It was, without doubt, the most fantastic climax of his life. Even when his prick stopped shooting, the pleasure lasted.
What his head cleared, he felt his mother's mouth still working on his prick, and he knew she would like him to continue eating her. His lust was already climbing again. His cock hadn't even had a chance to go limp. He could feel his mother's cries of passion on his prick and he knew that she was going to come soon.
Sue was pumping her hips, shoving her cunt into her son's face as be tried to keep the spread lips over his mouth. There was something about having her son cat her that made it much more exciting than any other cunt-lapping she'd ever had. He wasn't very good at it, she'd been eaten by the best, but hits enthusiasm made up for his lack of skill.
Sue felt her orgasm descending on her. She squeezed her boy's head between her thighs to hold him there while she trembled. She kept his tongue in her mouth, but was careful not to bite down on it in her madness. Pleasure was sprouting from her pussy, reaching to every corner of her body. Her hips jerked out of control and Bill felt the muscles of her cunt that were pressed on his face begin to twitch.
He thought it was the most incredible thing in the world to eat a cunt until she came, and Sue's cunt was the one he wanted more than any other. The more he licked it with his tongue, the more he liked that new game. He kept his mother writhing for quite a while, and even when she stopped coming his tongue kept moving aver that slippery, pink flesh.
Finally, Bill lifted his head from between his mom's thighs. He could feel her juice smeared all over his face, making him feel truly initiated, but he still wanted to feel his prick inside that pussy. He turned around so he was lying beside her again. When Sue kissed him and their faces slid around with the lubrication of her love-juice, he began to long for another orgasm, this time with his prick up her sweet cunt.
Sue was holding his prick again, and as soon as she felt him climbing atop her, she spread her legs and guided his prick to her cunt-hole. Bill felt those plump lips meet the head of his cock. He moved his hips closer to her, concentrating on feeling her cunt open to devour his cock. The wet tube slid over his fat cock, stretching to fit. Finally, Bill felt his pubic bone resting on his mother's.
Before beginning to pump, Bill marveled at the fantastic way his cock felt as it filled her cunt. He was held firmly, but gently. Sue gave her cunt-muscles a few quick contractions, and when Bill felt her pussy squeezing down on his prick, he got so excited that he couldn't help himself. He began pumping as fast and powerfully as he could. With a huge dong sliding in and out of her cunt, Sue became a wild woman under him. Her voice rose again in desperate lust. She twisted and pumped and clawed at Bill's back. He felt her reach around his hip and into his crotch. His balls were scooped up into her hand where they were held gently.
Bill heard his mother's voice build into a howl, and he knew they were going to come at about the same time. Joining his own mother in the ecstasy of coming seemed like the greatest thing a boy could experience. Sue's delirious moaning spurred Bill's climax on, and they were soon crying with insane pleasure as his prick filled her with boiling jism.
They kept happing around, driving the cock between them until Bill was empty and Sue was spent. Then they melted in a lump of limp flesh. Sue finally had to help him off her and lead him to his bed. It wasn't until the next morning that he really understood what had happened.
Bill spent several days in bed after that. Sue would come to him to bring him his meals and they would fuck themselves senseless two or three times a day. Bill had finally made it as a stud and he couldn't have been happier.
Chapter Ten
Bill missed Sue now that be was back at Persy, but they still got together at least once a week. Sue would get a motel near by and Bill would sneak off and they would fuck all night. Now that the weather was getting warmer, they even met outdoors occasionally and fucked themselves into a frenzy in the tall grass in the moonlight.
The guys were still going on peeping raids, but Bill was never interested. He wished he could tell the guys why he didn't go with them anymore, but Sue had asked him to keep it a secret.
Things had changed around Persy since he'd been back. There were a lot more dances with the girls' schools, and the chaperones didn't seem to be too observant. Mr. Borden was suddenly a changed man. Some of the guys had managed to get the girls to come to the dorm and fuck them. Bill had gotten laid a few times during dances, and once he got a blow-job almost as good as the once his mother gave him.
Bill was happy at school and he rarely got into trouble. Summer vacation was coming, but he wasn't even overly anxious. He and Sue were going to Europe and that was something to look forward to, but Bill was content at school too.
Every spring the senior class would sneak out of the dorm and go up to an old abandoned house nearby to look for the ghost which supposedly haunted it. It was a tradition at Persy, and Mr. Borden never tried to catch the guys who went.
When the moon was full for the first time in May, the time had arrived. Everyone went to bed as usual, but when things had quieted down, the guys began sneaking out in small groups. Bill went with Larry and Sam. They went to the field beyond the football stadium where all tine guys were congregating. There must have been forty guys out there.
The old house was about a mile away and the guys were anxious to get going. The landscape was brightly lit by the moon as they began heading up the dirt road that would lead them there. The boys kept shushing those who were making too much noise. After all, they didn't want to scare the ghost away.
Although the haunted house trip was mainly a lark, being out there late at night with the wind whistling through the many dead trees that hovered above that old din road was pretty scary. All the guys were glad that they weren't alone. Every now and then, one of them would crack a joke out of sheer nervousness.
By the time the old house was in sight, the guys were all wishing that they didn't have to uphold that particular tradition, but none of them were willing to let their classmates know how they felt. They all began slowing down so they wouldn't be at the front line if the ghost decided to attack. They had all beard stories about that spook from the seniors of previous years when they were underclassmen. All the stories verified the reality of the ghost had been seen by several of the kids and the way they described him made them eager to become seniors and get their turn. But now that they were out there they wished they could still wait back in the dorm for the latest report from someone else.
As the old house loomed in front of them, they came to a stop and stood there staring. It seemed that everything about the old place was dead. The trees in the unkept lawn were mere branchy skeletons. All the windows were dark and empty with broken shutters hanging at angles. The sound of one of those shutters swinging on a rusty hinge drifted to the guys and made them shiver.
Finally, a few boys began to move forward again and the rest were compelled to follow. The haunted house seemed to get larger as they approached. It was a big old mansion, a really imposing sight. The story that had been handed down from one class to the other told of an old miser who had lived there. When he thought his wife was spending him into the poorhouse, he killed her and threw her into the well. He disappeared after that, but stories began to spread about people seeing the old man floating a few inches over the ground, circling the well and drifting through the doors and windows.
All the guys were keeping their eyes peeled for the ghost as they neared the front porch. They knew that the couldn't go back to the dorm until they had seen enough to make a good story for the younger boys. They would just as soon see that ghost right away so they could high-tail it back to the safety of the school. They climbed the broken steps to the porch and peeked in the windows. A cool, dampness met their faces, but that was all. They couldn't see a thing in the inky blackness.
None of the guys said anything and it was as quiet as a tomb. So when one of the hinges on a shutter creaked again, they all jumped. Bill felt his heart skip a beat and he had to fight to keep from running. He looked at Larry and Sam, they were as white as ghosts themselves.
Some of the boys were crawling through windows and two were tugging on the front door. Bill followed the crowd into the dark of the house. Some of the guys had flashlights, but not many of them. Most had matches and some didn't have any light at all Larry had a flashlight so Bill and Sam clung to him.
They gazed into the circle of light that played over the walls and floor as Larry swung the light around. When they saw two beady eyes shining at them they clutched at each other in fright, but the owner of those eyes turned its hairy little body and scurried away. Rats were the least of their worries. They found a large stairway and decided to climb it. They could hear the other guys creeping around, and they were brave enough to want to have an area to explore without competition.
The old boards of the stain cried out under their feet, adding to the scary atmosphere of the old place. They looked around in the rooms upstairs, but didn't find anything much different than the first floor -- old, stained wallpaper, dried and split floorboards, and a few pieces of broken furniture.
"I wish we could find a trace of that ghost," Bill whispered.
"Yeah," Larry said without much conviction in his voice.
"The only trace I've ever heard of anyone finding is the ghost himself suddenly rushing out at you," Sam said.
His words cooled the other two boys' eagerness. They crept down a long hallway, but something seemed different suddenly. Larry shined the light around at his friends. Sam was there, but Bill wasn't. Larry began shining the thin beam of light all around the hallway, but it was clear that Larry and Sam were alone.
"Do you know where Bill went?" Larry whispered anxisusly to Sam.
"No. He was right here a second ago."
Sam sounded really worried and that feeling was contagious. They re-traced their steps, and whispered out Bill's name, but there was no sign of him. The footsteps came toward them. Larry swung the light in that direction, but it only revealed Chuck and Brad shielding their eyes from the glare of the flashlight.
"Have you guys seen Bill?" Sam asked in a harsh whisper.
"He was right beside us one minute, then he disappeared," Larry added.
Chuck and Brad said they hadn't seen him, and their voices grew more nervous as they questioned Larry and Sam about the disappearance. The four guys teamed up and began searching. They didn't find Bill, but they met a few more of the guys and told them what had happened. News of the disappearance spread and caused a near panic. The guys were scared enough now to split without seeing the ghost, but they couldn't leave Bill there alone.
Suddenly, the dead quiet of the house was split by a horrible wail. The guys grabbed at each other and held on unashamedly. A few whimpers were heard among the guys. The sound had been so loud and fearsome that they would have run, Bill or no Bill, but now they were too scared to move.
Then the terrible sound was repeated. The guys held each other tighter, and terrified moans broke out everywhere. They were all actually trembling in their jeans and a few crotches were wet with the proof of their fright.
Again the sound split the darkness. It seemed to be coming faster now. In another few seconds, they heard it again. Larry was feeling light-headed and he was afraid he might hint. He was shining the light around, and everyone could see how nervous he was by the way the beam shook as he searched the hallway for the source of that horrible wailing.
The sound was repeated then again. They wished it would stop, but it kept coming faster. Deep moans reverberated from the ancient walls and chilled all that heard it.
"Give me that damn light," Carl, one of the bigger and brighter guys, said. The calm, sureness of his voice soothed the other guys.
Carl took the flashlight from Larry and walked down the hall, listened, then turned into a worn. The crowd that had gathered in the hall followed him. As they crowded into the room after him, they saw him standing at a closet door, looking in.
Larry rushed over to Carl and looked at the sight illuminated by the flashlight. He saw a naked ass bobbing up and down.
Carl waved the light over the rest of that body, and Larry recognized his missing friend, Bill. There was a chick under him, and as the light passed over her face Larry recognized her. Although her face was contorted with passion, Larry had noticed that chick every time she came to visit her son at school. It was Bill's mother.
Boys were filling the doorway, peering in. The wails that had scared the shit out of them were coming from that lusty woman's mouth. Their fright melted away and was replaced by horiness. They watched Bill's ass repeatedly rise and fall, driving his cock into the pussy they knew was bidden down there. As they watched, another sound could be beard. It was Bill's own grunting as he neared aw orgasm.
There wasn't one soft cock in the place as they watched their classmate shoot his load into that gorgeous chick. They saw their buddy jerk with the powerful spasms that rocked his loins. They all envied his ecstasy, but they didn't have any idea that they were going to be able to hive some of that cunt too.
Bill rolled off the chick, exposing her nudity to all those horny kids. Only a few of them knew that the woman was Bill's mother, but none of them failed to notice how big her tits were as they sagged all over her chest.
Sue could feel their eyes covering her body with greedy lust, and she loved it. It was like lying in the heat of the sun.
Bill walked out of the closet with his cock glistening with the wetness from his mother's honey-pot. While all the guys stared at Sue's body in disbelief, Carl showed himself to be the one who was really on the ball. He handed the flashlight back to Larry and began undressing. In a few seconds, he was naked with his huge prick standing out in front of him. He stepped into the closet and lowered his big body over the woman's. The guys watched her take Carl into a tight embrace with her arms and legs. Their heads began to circle as they ground their mouths together.
The guys saw the woman slide her hand between their bodies, and it was obvious that she was helping Carl get his prick into her. He lifted his hips then lowered them. They heard Sue moan sweetly as the big cock filled her. Carl's ass began pumping, and the sounds that had frozen them with terror, began coming out of that closet. They all felt ridiculous now that they knew that those wails were sounds of lust rather than cries from a ghost and they were all eager to pump some of those sounds out of that chick themselves.
After fucking her son, Sue was having a great time with an even bigger cock in her cunt. She felt that giant tool plunging and stuffing her pussy as the boy's heavy body pinned her to the floor. Her tits were squished by his hairy chest, and Sue loved the way it felt. She was holding his thick body in her arms and she could feel the muscles in his back rippling with his efforts.
A second orgasm was bubbling up from her belly. All the guys could hear Sue's passion rising from her throat, as their cocks twitched in anticipation of their own turns. A few of them couldn't wait and were stroking their pricks with their hands.
Carl was getting close to his own climax. The guys heard his gruff voice rise in ecstasy, and a few guys began pulling their clothes off as they jockeyed for position to be next. The two fuckers were lit by every flashlight and match in the crowd. They were the center of attention anyway, but being the only illuminated objects in that house seemed to put them on a stage in a dark theater.
Sue and Carl were squirming in passion and their moans rang out loudly as they came. Sue felt her mind filled with lust as her orgasm hit. She felt her pussy muscles contracting on the cock in her. Her whole body seemed to be hopping around as she was consumed by ecstasy.
When her pleasure subsided enough for her to feel what was happening to her again, she felt the prick in her spew searing jism into her cunt. That hot flood sent Sue right back into delirious bliss. She hardly knew that the cock was being pulled out of her crotch until she felt the warm weight lift from her chest. She was able to breathe again.
Ben stepped forward, but Sam elbowed him out of the way and scrambled between Sue's still-splayed legs. In the brief interval when she wasn't hidden by a body over her, the guys were treated to the sight of a totally blissed-out chick. Her face wore an expression of dumb pleasure. Her tits were wagging with the residual motion of hrr body, and her legs were spilled out in a wide, limp vee. The guys down by her feet could peer into her crotch where the flashlights were shining on the loosened lips of her pussy.
As Sam lowered himself over her, Larry crouched at their feel, and watched his classmate's cock slip into that hot cunt. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen as that kid's prick was gobbled up by that wet slit. He saw his friend's balls swing as he pumped, causing them to bounce off the round ass-cheeks down there. Larry was watching the prick piston in and out, and he could see a shiny covering of love-juice on it.
Bill stood in the background while his friends fucked his mom. He wasn't surprised that she had sneaked up there like that. He remembered telling her about how the whole senior class went up there on the first full moon of the month, and he could understand how she couldn't resist playing that joke and getting fucked by all those kids by being there. At first, it had felt strange to share her with those guys, but now that he saw the excitement it caused among the guys, he was feeling better about losing his exclusive rights to her.
Sam came with a loud yelp and a powerful ejaculation. When his hips began to slow down, he was helped off her by the boys who were still waiting their turn. This time, when Sue was uncovered by a fucking boy, the guys could see that she was even more spaced-out than the last time they got a good look at her. Her arms were groping for the next body and her hips wouldn't stop pumping.
Ben, who had been beaten out by Sam last time, was beaten out by another, more aggressive kid.
His prick was jerking wildly. Sue took another boy's prick into her snatch without having stopped clenching her pussy-muscles. As soon as that prick was in her, the boy fell her tight tube grabbing his cock with spasmodic contractions. She was in the realm of non-stop ecstasy, and as long as the cocks kept being replaced she wouldn't come down to earth.
When it was time to change pricks again, Ben fought his way to her again, but there were two other guys putting up a struggle.
"Get her up on her knees," someone said. "She can take two at a time that way."
That sounded like a good idea, so Sue was lifted and placed on her knees with a kid in front and another behind to hold her up. Ben managed to be the rear support. As one boy stuck his cock in her cunt, Ben forced his way into her ass. As she was being fucked, Sue couldn't have asked for anything else. There had been a slight delay while they maneuvered her into position, and she began to babble a complaint, but when she felt two cocks sliding into her, it made up for the temporary delay.
As both guys slammed their rods into her, Sue's body shook between them. Her voice was getting hoarse, but it was louder than before.
The sight of that weird fucking made the others even more wild with horniness than they had been. Mother boy stepped up and turned her face to the side, facing his prick. As soon as Sue felt his pulsing cock-head touch her lips, she opened her mouth by sheer instinct and took the cock in.
Sue was oblivious to everything except the three pricks in her. It was pure heaven to feel every hole of her body stuffed with young, eager meat.
The kids with their rods in the twin entrances of her crotch could feel each other's pricks through the thin membrane that separated the two chambers. That sensation made fucking that gorgeous creature even more fabulous than it would have been otherwise. And the prick in her mouth was getting an expert blow-job. She was taking the cock deep into her throat, sucking hard as she let it slide back out. The boy had never felt such sensations before.
Bill watched everything that happened to his mother. He was so proud of her that he hoped they all knew that she was his mom. The sight of her being used that way made him horny too, and he grabbed his prick and began to jerk it. Several others were jacking off too, and jism was flying all over the room.
As one boy fell away from one of those holes, another would take his place. A few of the guys were getting seconds, and they all wanted to try each of those orifices. Her asshole was loose enough, and lubricated with jism, to become easy for the guys to shove their cocks in there, and her cunt was oozing cream, but her muscles were strong and they kept giving each new prick firm grasps.
She could feel her stomach filling with hot cum. Her cunt and asshole were just a hot blur of intense pleasure now, and she wanted to keep it that way. With effort, she concentrated on her crotch and became aware of thick fluid oozing down her thighs.
The fucking went on and on until finally she had out-fucked them all. Some of her holes were going without filling for minutes at a time. Kids were sitting with their backs resting on a wall, breathing hard, their cocks limp. Bill had taken several turns too, and even he was limp.
Finally there were no more replacements, and Sue slumped to the floor. The emptiness was a disappointment after all that fucking, and she tried to ask for more, but all she could manage were incoherent mumbles. She laid there in a heap, jism drooling from all her holes as the guys began to get dressed. Bill and Larry helped dress the fucked-out woman.
"I-I'll be okay," she finally managed. "Just let me rest. You better get back to school."
They covered her with her coat, and left. Sue remained there for a long time thinking about the wonderful experience. She was determined to take the job as the resident ghost, and gloried in her new role as a yearly tradition.
