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Holden the Golden
by UR Null (urnull@gmail.com)

***

'The Catcher in the Rye' by J D Salinger was a hugely 
popular novel. It is a coming of age story of a 
seventeen years old boy named Holden Caulfield. Because 
Salinger used slang and discussed adolescent sexuality 
in an open way, many readers were offended, and 'The 
Catcher in the Rye' provoked great controversy upon its 
release in 1951. Here is a parody of this novel in a 
special way. Those who read the original would enjoy 
'Holden the Golden' and those who will read this first 
may like to read the original later. (FFm, ped, inc, 
voy, 1st, anal)

***

Chapter One
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Holden didn't think any of his friends were as horny as 
he was and had been so bad off to befriend a plain 
looking girl like Sally, the headmaster's daughter. She 
was plain looking, but what mattered to Holden was that 
she was a girl with a pussy. Holden 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.

The boys always were talking about girls, even though 
the conversations were ninety percent lies. Holden 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.

Holden was seventeen and studying in Fallus Prep since 
last one year. On Sundays the place was filled with the 
mothers and sisters, and some of them were real hot 
chicks. Holden 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.

Finally his friend Ackley came over to him and told him 
that there was a plan to get some action. Ackley and 
Holden 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 Fallus would go over and peek 
in the windows of the dorm. It sounded like a good idea 
to Holden.

Holden 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 Holden had been 
around though, nothing of the sort had ever happened. 
But, it still could.

Holden 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.

Holden's mother Sue had raised him on her own – her 
boyfriend had bailed the minute he found out she was 
pregnant. Sue had been - young lover, young wife, and 
young mother. She worked hard to put Holden into school 
and provide as best she could. When her young son was 
in school full time, she put herself through teacher's 
college, and then began teaching French at a local 
School. 

She felt bad about having sent Holden away to a prep 
school, but she had little choice in this matter. She 
was getting herself together but there were still 
problems. She was still young, leggy and gorgeous; she 
drew lots of attention, but had precious little time 
for dating. She didn't have a lot of time for herself 
either, so she gained a bit of weight. 

Coming back to the plan the guys decided to go to bed 
early, and then meet behind the gym. They would have to 
hurry or risk being too late to see any chicks still 
awake. Holden 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 hard-ons 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.

Holden and Ackley stuck together. Holden 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's 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. 
Holden and Ackley 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 Holden and 
Ackley 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," 
Ackley moaned with desperation.

"Yeahhhh," Holden 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, and 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. Ackley groaned and 
Holden'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!" Ackley whispered. "I can't stand it."

Holden looked over at his friend and saw him unzip his 
fly. Holden didn't want to waste time looking at 
Ackley, but be knew what he was up to. Holden 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.

Holden and Ackley were going wild with vicarious lust. 
Ackley couldn't restrain his hand, and out of the 
corner of his eye Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden nor Ackley 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.

Holden 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 spewing, 
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.

Holden 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.

Holden and Ackley 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.

Holden and Ackley 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. Spencer's office tomorrow morning. 
Good night, now."

Mr. Clark disappeared, leaving the guys deflated. 
Holden and Ackley 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.

Holden 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. Holden 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 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. 


When all is said and done 
We're not the only ones 
Who look at life this way 
That's what the old folks say 
But every time I'd see them 
Makes me wish I had a gun 

If I thought that I was crazy 
Well I guess I'd have more fun 
Guess I'd have more fun 

the Catcher in the Rye again 
won't let ya get away from his gun 
It's just another day like today


Chapter Two
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When Holden 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 he 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 locker. 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?"

Holden stopped and looked in the direction of the 
voice. There was a guy standing in a doorway, talking 
to him. The guy motioned Holden 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?" Holden 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 does she look like?" Holden asked.

"She's dynamite. And if she don't look good enough, 
there's six other chicks all available."

Holden 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, Holden figured.

"Gimme twenty and she's all yours," the pimp said.

Something seemed fishy to Holden. The guy saw him 
hesitate, and asked him what was the matter.

"Well, where is she?" Holden 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 Holden, 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 Holden.

The pimp took the Holden and said, "Have fun, sport." 
He slapped Holden on the shoulder with a smile, and 
left. Holden 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. Holden cleared his throat to 
get the guy's attention. When the guy opened one eye to 
look at him, Holden told him to take him to the sixth 
floor.

The guy got up slowly and came to the elevator. Holden 
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. Holden 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 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. Holden 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 Holden 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 
Holden saw an old guy standing there in a dirty robe, 
squinting at him.

"What do you want?" the old guy asked.

Holden 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 Holden's face.

For a few seconds Holden stood there, not knowing what 
to do. There must be some mistake, he thought. The room 
number was right, though. Holden 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 horniness 
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.

Holden 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 Holden was still pissed. If he were 
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 talked a 
little with the elevator operator named Maurice. Before 
reaching his room he asked him.

"Are there any whores available here?"

"Yeah, I can arrange it," the man said.

Holden asked him how much it would be, and the man said 
twenty bucks.

"I'll only give the money to the girl," Holden said 
with a tone of shrewdness.

"Well, of course, what else?" Maurice said. "But you've 
got to give me five now for my trouble."

Holden 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. Holden looked out the window, but there was 
nothing except a brick wall about ten feet away.


When all is said and done 
We're not the only ones 
Who look at life this way 
That's what the young folks say 
As if they'd ever change 
That's not whom I to say 
But every time I'd see them 
Makes me wish I had a gun 
If I thought that I was crazy 
Well I guess I'd have more fun 
It's what used to be's not there for me 
And ought to find someone that belongs insane like I do 


It was almost two in the morning, and Holden 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 that would relieve him of his virginity.

When he opened the door be was faced with a woman who 
looked pretty good. Holden stood aside and she 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.

Holden 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?"

Holden 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 Holden 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. Holden 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, Holden 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. Holden'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, and then went to 
work on his pants. Holden 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. Holden 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. Holden 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.

Holden'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, 
Holden shook and tensed his body. His cock began to 
quiver in a way he'd never seen before.

The hooker stood, pushed Holden down on the bed, and 
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.

Holden 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 Holden 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, Holden began to 
realize, as he felt his orgasm sneak up on him, then 
slide away as she cased her tonguing. She had brought 
Holden to the verge, and was keeping him there with her 
consociate skill.

Through his delirious pleasure, Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden pulled and pushed 
his bone, and it made him come even sooner.

When Holden 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 well. He 
stopped shooting finally, and rested on the comfort of 
her chubby body.

Holden 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."

Holden 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 
possible. 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.

Holden 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 Three
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Holden 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 Holden 
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 Holden 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.

Holden 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 Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden 
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.

Holden 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 Holden 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.

Holden 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. That close-up of a fuck 
mesmerized Holden. 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, Holden 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.

Holden'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. Holden 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 Holden saw that there was another girl 
with them. She leaned over the guy's lap and began 
licking his spilled cum from his cock. The sight 
shocked Holden. 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. Holden 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 Holden'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 Holden 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 Holden 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.

Holden 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. Holden only hoped that he 
would meet a chick someday who loved to give blow-jobs 
that much. Meanwhile, just watching was pretty 
exciting. Holden was having trouble keeping his promise 
not to jerk off in the theater.

Holden watched in horny fascination as the guy on the 
screen crawled behind one of the chicks, which was 
kneeling with her tits and head resting on the bed. He 
brought his cock to her cunt, which Holden 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, 
Holden thought, and he wondered if things like that 
happened in real life or only in porno films.

Holden 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, Holden 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. Holden could 
see that the guy was having a powerful orgasm, and who 
wouldn't under the circumstances?

Holden 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 Holden 
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. Holden 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, Holden 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 Four
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In her home his mom Sue was thinking about cocks, male 
cocks. It was her usual daydreaming. Horniness could 
rear its head at any hour, and when that happens, Sue 
was finding herself unable to control herself. 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. Spencer, from Fallus Prep."

Of course, he was the headmaster at Holden'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 Holden 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 Fallus. We don't like to see our boys in 
trouble, but we don't want to give them up without 
trying to help," Mr. Spencer 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. Spencer 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. Spencer stammered and sweated, Sue began to 
feel the sensations she had stirred 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. Spencer?"

"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. Spencer 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 Holden 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. Spencer 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. Spencer 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 jugs had just the right 
effect. Mr. Spencer 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. Spencer 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. Spencer 
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. Spencer 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. Spencer'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 Spencer 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. Spencer 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!"

Spencer 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, Spencer 
fumbled blindly with his pants in a desperate effort to 
release his cock. Sue noticed his problem, but she was 
too far gone to be 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, Spencer 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.

Spencer 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. Spencer 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 Spencer 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 Spencer'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. Spencer 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.

Spencer 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 Spencer 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 
asshole. 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.

Spencer 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 Holden to visit Mr. Spencer and talk 
about going back to Fallus Prep, and then he left. 

Sue was beginning to wonder what happened to Holden. 
She thought he would come right home, but when he 
didn't show up she was a bit worried. Holden 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 around 
the house. To her amazement she was now seeing her boy 
not as a child but as a grown up man. Lack of a sex 
life perhaps initiated Sue to start paying attention to 
the physical development of her son? Was it her need 
for sexual release during the past few years that had 
made Sue watch her son with an eye that was not 
altogether 'motherly'?

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 
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 become 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 cockhead 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 rod 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, and 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, and 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 came 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.


Chapter Five
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Holden 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 that 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.

Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden 
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 Holden 
stopped to look in through the window. Then he decided 
to go in and see what might happen.

Holden 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. Holden 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.

Holden 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, Holden 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."

Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden as though they 
would like someone who knew the city to show them 
around. Although Holden 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. Holden was feeling 
optimistic.

Sara still wanted to see a play, but Joan seemed to be 
willing to give up the idea. Holden 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," Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden 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. Holden gave the driver the address and 
they were soon walking the crowded streets of Greenwich 
Village looking for the place Holden had heard of. When 
they found it they discovered that the music had 
changed from jazz to rock. Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden 
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 
Holden 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 Holden saw them smiling and he 
knew that they liked his attention. Each girl thought 
she was the only one he was feeling with. Holden was 
having a ball and he began to appreciate the advantages 
of alcohol when it came to being aggressive with 
chicks.

Holden 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, Holden 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.

Holden 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 Holden 
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 Holden's hand as he 
dug his fingers into her thighs.

Sara slumped down in her chair to give Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden knew he would always have enough 
energy to play with the girls when he got back to their 
hotel.

Holden was ready to go and he finally managed to drag 
the girls out. He had to let them pay the largest share 
of the Holden 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, Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden 
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 
Holden 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? Holden 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.

Holden 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 Holden 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. Holden'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. Holden 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 Holden 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. 
Holden 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.

Holden 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. 
Holden 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 Holden'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, Holden 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. Holden 
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. Holden 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.

Holden 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. Holden 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.

Holden 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, Holden 
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. Holden 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 Holden 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
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When Holden 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 Holden 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.

Holden 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 also 
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.

Holden got dressed and left the hotel in search of a 
place to eat. 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. Holden 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. Holden'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 
Holden 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 Holden 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. Spencer come out 
of his building. Well, now his mother knew for sure. 
Mr. Spencer didn't notice him as he passed by and 
Holden thought he looked a bit glassy-eyed.

Joe answered the phone and said his mother wasn't there 
and that Holden should come right up. It was nice 
seeing his old friend again. He told Joe all about 
leaving Fallus 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 Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden came 
back after they went to bed he could sleep in the big 
closet off the living room. They arranged a place for 
Holden to sleep on a wide shelf in there and it looked 
real cozy.

Holden borrowed a few dollars from his buddy when 
dinnertime approached. They planned for Holden to show 
up at midnight. Now Holden 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 
Holden showed up, he let him in without ringing. Joe 
was waiting to slip him in and before long, Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden 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, and 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 as 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.

Holden 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.

Holden 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, Holden 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 Holden 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, Holden 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.

Holden 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, and then 
threw her robe on the chair too. Holden 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 
Holden could imagine. Her belly was soft and smooth and 
fiat. Holden 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. Holden'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 Holden 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. Holden tried to keep his heavy breathing 
quiet as he wrapped his hand around his cock.

Holden 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. Holden 
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. Holden could 
actually see the guy's tongue slip out and cover those 
tits with eager licks. Holden 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. Holden'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.

Holden 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 Holden the slim, white body he 
was working on.

Holden 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, Holden could see the 
curve of her carnal mound. It looked like a well-padded 
cunt, and Holden could almost imagine the plumped up 
lips on his hand.

The woman had her legs spread so Holden could see the 
smooth skin inside one of her thighs. Near the top of 
her thigh, where the hairs nearly reached, Holden 
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 Holden 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. Holden saw the woman's tits quiver as she 
reacted to the lick. Her legs lifted around the man's 
head and partly obstructed Holden'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. Holden 
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. Holden 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 Holden 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, Holden 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 Holden was 
sure he must be licking her asshole.

The show was making Holden'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. Holden thought it must be sticking halfway down 
her throat.

As Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden.

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 Holden 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, Holden 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. Holden 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 
Holden 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 Holden 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 her husband's big 
cock repeatedly lanced her. Her voice rang out with 
wanton cries. Holden 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, Holden stroked the silky material 
over his prick with increasing lust.

When he heard Joe's father panting with his orgasm, 
Holden 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, 
Holden 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 Holden 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.

Holden watched the guy's cock slip from that drenched 
pussy. The lovers pulled the sheet up over them and 
curled up, leaving Holden 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, Holden 
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 Fallus.

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, Holden

Sue's eyes watered as she read the note. Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden 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 gets some advice on the subject. 
She dreaded having someone tell her that she'd better 
keep her hands off her son.


Chapter Seven
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Holden stayed in the closet for a while, 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, Holden 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 Holden 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. 
Holden 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 Holden 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. Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden 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." Holden 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 Holden until all he could see 
were those kids leaning over him.

"Look, guys, really, I don't have a dime."

Holden 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 Holden 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.

Holden 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. Holden 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 rock 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, Holden 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. Holden 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, he 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. 
Holden 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."

Holden 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. Holden 
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 
Holden 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. Holden 
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. 
Holden 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. Holden explained to Sue what had happened in 
the park. They were ready to leave, but the cop said 
that they were charging Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden 
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?"

Holden 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," Holden 
heard his mother say. Her voice sounded different, and 
Holden 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."

Holden 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. Holden sat down at 
the desk when he heard muffled sounds that sound like 
two mouths sucking at each other. Despite his worn out 
condition, Holden's cock was getting hard.

"Oh, not quite so hard, baby. Yes, that's better. Oh, 
yeah. That feels real good," Sue was saying.

More kissing followed exchange sounds. Holden 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." Holden 
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.

Holden 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. Holden 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. Holden 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. Holden 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.

Holden 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?"

Holden 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.

Holden 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 Holden 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 Holden 
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. Holden 
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. Holden 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 Holden 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. Holden 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 Holden 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. 

In his mind, Holden could see his mother lying on her 
bed completely naked, wearing nothing, her golden hair 
spread out on the pillow, and panting. The thought of 
committing incest with his mom would not new to him. He 
had fantasies of fucking his mother since he was 
twelve. 

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 Eight
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When they got into their apartment, Sue told Holden 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.

Holden 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. Holden 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.

Holden told her almost everything, but he 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."

Holden 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. Holden 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 
Holden'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. Holden 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 Holden. 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. Holden 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 Holden found himself in 
that tight embrace, he cursed himself for not coming 
home right away. He had been wandering the