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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)
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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 streets,
when what he needed was at home.
Sue was doing exactly what she wanted and it felt
great. She realized that she had wanted her son even
more than she'd admitted to herself. Having his strong
body in her arms was turning her into a raving, sexual
maniac. She knew there would be no satisfaction until
her cunt was full of his hard prick.
They ground their bodies together, Holden's hard cock
sandwiched between their bellies. Sue's tits were
mashed all over his chest, and it felt great. Holden
was surprised at how small and delicate his mother felt
in his arms. He had always thought of her as bigger
than him, but he was a man now and she was only an
average-sized woman.
Holden reached for a handful of his mother's giant
tits. She moved her body so he could get his hand
around that big, firm globe. As his fingertips dug into
the soft flesh, Sue stuck her tongue deep into his
mouth. They could both feel his heart beating by the
way his cock was bucking between them.
Sue managed to get them both over to the couch without
taking their mouths away from each other. They settled
into the soft pillows of the couch. Holden was holding
his mother's tit as if he thought she might run away if
he let go. The heavy globe felt so good in his hand
that it made his head feel light.
Sue slipped her hand into her son's robe and put it on
his warm chest. Her touch filled Holden with the desire
to pull his robe off and offer his whole body to her,
but he was too busy kissing and feeling her tit. That
was all he had to do for the time being. Sue was
helping herself to his body. As she reached around in
his robe, running her hand all over him, the robe began
to fall open.
When Holden felt the cool air of the room on his bare
chest, he tried to get at his mother's naked flesh. He
began tugging at the buttons of her blouse, but wasn't
having much luck. Sue knew he was having a problem, so
she pulled herself away from him and threw herself
back. She unbuttoned her blouse as fast as she could
and pulled it open.
Holden stared at those lovely jugs with his mouth open.
He'd seen several pairs of tits in the last few days,
but his own mother had the nicest pair by far. They
looked so heavy, but firm. The nipples were like two
flowers on the creamy background of her smooth skin.
Holden's hand automatically reached for one of those
mammoth piles of jellied flesh. His fingers wrapped
around the huge circumference and began caressing.
Sue made a passionate sound deep in her throat as her
son took her tit, and threw herself back in his
embrace. Their tongues began entwining again.
Holden's fingers kept creeping around her tit as if he
were blind and had just discovered boobs for the first
time.
They were snorting and panting as they got hotter and
more frantic. When Holden began sinking down to examine
her tits with his mouth, Sue began making weird sounds
of lust. Holden watched the tit seemingly swell as his
face neared it until it was all he could see. His lips
touched the spongy mountain, and his nose pressed into
it. Holding the weighty object in his hands, he rested
his head in its softness.
Sliding his face around the warm surface of that boob,
be finally got his mouth on her hard nipple. This was
almost too good to be true, and Holden was afraid he
might wake up and find it all a dream. But even if it
was a dream, he was sure having a good time.
Sue was sliding her hands over Holden's back as he
leaned over her tits. Her hands were stirring his
passions as much as baiting his mouth on her tit. He
could imagine what would happen if she were touching a
more sensitive part of his body. It was exciting to
know that he was having such a strong effect on his
mother that her breathing was coming in deep moans.
Holden played with her tits until he was ready for more
of her body. His hands began fumbling with her belt.
She helped him open her pants and he had his hand
crammed in there before Sue could pull them down for
him. His fingers felt the curls buried down there.
"Help me get my pants off, honey," Sue said
breathlessly.
It was a strange thing to hear from his mother. He
grabbed the top of her pants and pulled while she
pushed and wiggled her hips. He watched her belly
appear, and when the top of her hairy triangle came
into view, Holden's eyes grew round and he gasped.
They kept pulling until Sue kicked the pants across the
room. Holden stared at her cunt and slid his hand up
her thighs to it. The sweet odor of her body was rising
to his nostrils. Sue grabbed her son to her again, and
although he hated to lose sight of her cunt, he loved
feeling her tongue squirm into his mouth again.
He dragged his fingers to the curve of her pussy. The
wiry hairs felt like electric sparks on his palm. Sue
let her thighs sag open so her boy could get at the
flowing gash of her crotch. He slid his fingers down
until he felt that gaping slat under them. The whole
area was wet with hot cunt-juice. Holden's brain was
reeling with excitement.
As he explored her cunt, he felt her fingers moving
down his belly. They moved through his hair to the base
of his prick. Holden felt the pieces of tape stick to
her fingers and pull on his cock. He came to his senses
and told his mother why he had tape on his pecker. They
both laughed, but they didn't want to waste time, so
they stopped laughing and continued grinding their
mouths together again. He felt her pull each piece of
tape off his prick, then run her fingers around it.
As soon as she began playing with his cock, the big
shaft began to quiver. Sue squeezed the bulb of the
bead, and slid her fingers lightly down the shaft. She
knew that a horny kid Holden's age could come without
much provocation, so she handled him carefully.
Holden curled his middle finger into her hot chamber.
He felt the wet, satiny walls spread to admit him. Sue
began moving her hips in lascivious circles so her cunt
was massaging itself on his finger. She moved her clit
over the fingertip and her body shook with the jolts of
passion that they created. Then her cunt swallowed the
finger.
Reaching as far up that wet tunnel as he could, Holden
searched for more hidden secrets. A cunt was a
mysterious and strange region to an inexperienced kid,
and Holden was going absolutely nuts with pleasure for
having the opportunity. He was dying to stick his cock
in there, but he knew his mother would like it better
if he waited until she was a raving maniac. At least,
that's what the guys at school always said was the
right way to do it.
Holden could wait because he was getting a real treat
from his mom's clever fingers on his joint. She was
holding his balls now, and tickling him under them. He
was learning that his mother was a genius at what she
was doing. She would play with his cock until be
thought he was going to come, but then she moved her
hand to his balls while his prick smoldered.
Finally, Holden just had to get a better look at his
mom's cunt. Pulling his face away from his mother's, he
began to slide down her body. When he felt his cock
sliding out of her grasp, he knew he would have to do
something differently. He remembered how Joe's parents
had eaten each other, and he thought that would be the
perfect position to stare into his mother's cunt, while
she continued to play with his cock. The thought that
he might get the same treatment she had given that cop
occurred to him, but it seemed too good to ever happen
to a horny punk like him, he thought, and he tried not
to hope for too much.
He maneuvered around, pushing his mother on her back
while he was lying down next to her in the opposite
direction. As he brought his face near that treasure of
cunt, he got so excited that he had trouble making his
fingers work. They kept shaking uncontrollably. Sue
stuck out her lower thigh and Holden rested his head on
it. He was looking right at her mound which was only
about a foot away from the tip of his nose. It seemed
that he'd been waiting all his life for this moment.
He held out his trembling fingers and touched the pussy
again, but this time he spread the lips without
sticking in a finger. He wanted a clear view. The pink
interior was inviting. The funky odor enveloped his
bead in a mist of evaporating pussy juice. Holden saw
the silky walls of the outer cunt, and the inner-lips
were right there for him to study. He stared so hard
that a picture of that cunt was engraved in his memory
forever.
Holding the lips open with one hand, he stuck a few
fingers of the other hand in there. He could see the
bright pink cave stretching up into her belly. He was
dizzy with excitement, so when the idea of sticking his
tongue into that slot occurred to him he thought he
might faint from an overdose of lust.
He let his fingers play and his eyes take it all in,
while he considered the daring possibility of eating
her pussy. Meanwhile, he could feel his mother
continuing on his prick. Now she was working en him
with two hands. He couldn't tell exactly what she was
doing because all he could feel was a tremendous blast
of pleasure rising from his crotch, but when a new
sensation began, he knew exactly what it was.
Suddenly his prick-head was bathed in a hot, wet
embrace and he knew that she had wrapped her mouth
around it. So he was going to get the ultimate, after
all. He almost had to curl up into a ball as the
fantastic sensations of her sucking mouth filled him.
With a spinning head and hard breath rushing through
his throat, Holden slowly moved his face to that
soaking snatch. The smell was getting stronger with
every inch. He was drunk with the odor by the time he
got his first taste of steamed pussy flesh.
Holden began to feel his insides twisting in a spasm,
and he knew he was going to come. The twisting began to
repeat in ever quicker and more powerful jerks.
Pleasure was multiplying until all he was aware of was
the ecstasy blooming inside him. He heard himself begin
to grunt and thought that nothing could be better than
to have his face buried in her cunt while be filled his
mother's mouth with his cream.
With the first spurt of jism, Holden pressed his opened
mouth and protruding tongue into that cunt. Her cunt
lips compressed against his face as his cock began
spitting white cream. Sue sucked every gob of thick goo
from his twitching tool and swallowed as fast as she
could. The jism was coming too fast for her to be able
to get it all down, and some of the stuff oozed out of
the corner of her mouth and down her cheek.
While his orgasm filled his mind with fantastic
explosions of lust, Holden mopped her pussy with his
tongue. He felt the loose flesh down there slithering
over his face. It was, without doubt, the most
fantastic climax of his life. Even when his prick
stopped shooting, the pleasure lasted.
What his head cleared, he felt his mother's mouth still
working on his prick, and he knew she would like him to
continue eating her. His lust was already climbing
again. His cock hadn't even had a chance to go limp. He
could feel his mother's cries of passion on his prick
and he knew that she was going to come soon.
Sue was pumping her hips, shoving her cunt into her
son's face as be tried to keep the spread lips over his
mouth. There was something about having her son cat her
that made it much more exciting than any other cunt-
lapping she'd ever had. He wasn't very good at it,
she'd been eaten by the best, but hits enthusiasm made
up for his lack of skill.
Sue felt her orgasm descending on her. She squeezed her
boy's head between her thighs to hold him there while
she trembled. She kept his tongue in her mouth, but was
careful not to bite down on it in her madness. Pleasure
was sprouting from her pussy, reaching to every corner
of her body. Her hips jerked out of control and Holden
felt the muscles of her cunt that were pressed on his
face begin to twitch.
He thought it was the most incredible thing in the
world to eat a cunt until she came, and Sue's cunt was
the one he wanted more than any other. The more he
licked it with his tongue, the more he liked that new
game. He kept his mother writhing for quite a while,
and even when she stopped coming his tongue kept moving
aver that slippery, pink flesh.
Finally, Holden lifted his head from between his mom's
thighs. He could feel her juice smeared all over his
face, making him feel truly initiated, but he still
wanted to feel his prick inside that pussy. He turned
around so he was lying beside her again. When Sue
kissed him and their faces slid around with the
lubrication of her love-juice, he began to long for
another orgasm, this time with his prick up her sweet
cunt.
Sue was holding his prick again, and as soon as she
felt him climbing atop her, she spread her legs and
guided his prick to her cunt-hole. Holden felt those
plump lips meet the head of his cock. He moved his hips
closer to her, concentrating on feeling her cunt open
to devour his cock. The wet tube slid over his fat
cock, stretching to fit. Finally, Holden felt his pubic
bone resting on his mother's.
Before beginning to pump, Holden marveled at the
fantastic way his cock felt as it filled her cunt. He
was held firmly, but gently. Sue gave her cunt-muscles
a few quick contractions, and when Holden felt her
pussy squeezing down on his prick, he got so excited
that he couldn't help himself. He began pumping as fast
and powerfully as he could. With a huge dong sliding in
and out of her cunt, Sue became a wild woman under him.
Her voice rose again in desperate lust. She twisted and
pumped and clawed at Holden's back. He felt her reach
around his hip and into his crotch. His balls were
scooped up into her hand where they were held gently.
Holden heard his mother's voice build into a howl, and
he knew they were going to come at about the same time.
Joining his own mother in the ecstasy of coming seemed
like the greatest thing a boy could experience. Sue's
delirious moaning spurred Holden's climax on, and they
were soon crying with insane pleasure as his prick
filled her with boiling jism.
They kept happing around, driving the cock between them
until Holden was empty and Sue was spent. Then they
melted in a lump of limp flesh. Sue finally had to help
him off her and lead him to his bed. It wasn't until
the next morning that he really understood what had
happened.
Chapter Nine
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The smacking sounds of Holden's hips into his mother's
bubbling ass cheeks filled the room. Sue was whimpering
aloud, breathing and biting into the soft pillow
beneath her head. The 39 years old, glasses-wearing
teacher, was positioned on her bed on hands and knees
with her perfectly shaped ass in the air.
"Please baby, shove your fat cock up into my butt. Fuck
your mother hard and deep in the ass," Sue whimpered,
looking back over her shoulder at her son. He was
teasing her by rubbing the purple helmet of his prick
across her needy anus several times, further coating it
with the slimy lubricant oozing out of his flared piss-
hole.
Holden enjoyed watching how his practically begging
mother was squeezing her anal muscles; making her
sphincter contract and nip at his cock-head. It seemed
to try catching his dome and drawing it into her
bowels.
He looked at his wanton mother looking desperately at
him through the shiny glasses on her face, and started
pushing the head of his dick into her shitter. Slowly
the wrinkled rim of her anus yielded, and allowed his
leaking mushroom tip entrance. Once the greatest
circumference of his prick-head was past the tight anal
ring, the rest of it slipped inside easily until his
mother's ass opening closed tightly behind it. It felt
like the head of his fuck-stick had been caught in a
searing hot vice. His mother really needed to relax her
anal muscles if he was to go all the way in.
"GODDDD..." Sue wailed, a mixture of pleasure and
stinging pain shooting from her asshole through her
whole rump. She felt as if she had her son's fist in
her ass, rather than merely his admittedly wide, purple
cock helmet. Thank God for him at least wetting her
anal orifice with spit and pre-cum, and for the fact
that his shaft was of slightly less girth than his
dickhead.
"Please move slowly, son," Sue groaned slowly feeling
the pain subside and the pleasure of the fullness
taking hold of her. "Take your time going deeper. Just,
slowly move your lovely cock in and out to let me get
used to feeling it slide around in my ass."
"Don't worry, mom," Holden put his mother at ease. "I
want you to enjoy this as much as I do. I'll let you
get used to my cock, and then I'll fuck your butt hard
and make you beg me to slam it in and out of you."
Holden's words served both to relax his mother's
nerves, as well as to get her back into feeling like a
total, incestuous slut waiting for her very own son to
relentlessly start hammering his cock into her shitter.
Slowly the 17 year old started moving his rod into his
mother's back passage, the tightness of her anus around
his shaft making it move inward with his tool until it
was stretched inward to the max, after which Holden's
pole would shove deeper into her ass canal, her
sphincter moving further to the root of his dick. Just
a half an inch, until Holden pulled back again, this
time dragging the rim of her anus outward as it tightly
clasped around his meat-stick. In again, and shoving an
inch deeper than before! Out again. Slowly but surely,
Holden was able to slide deeper into his mother's
bowels, and simultaneously allowed her to get used to
being filled up and stretched wide by the girth of her
son's dick.
"Fuckkk... I feel so full. Your cock fills up my ass so
good, son," the 37 year old mother croaked. "You can go
a bit faster and deeper now, baby. You can fuck my ass
faster and deeper now."
As Sue laid her head on the pillow, Holden grabbed the
soft, warm globes of her butt tightly; kneading them
and pulling them apart at the same time as he started
fucking the tightly clasping hole in between with
harder thrusts. The searing hot depths of his mother's
anal caverns burned his dick with pleasure and the
milking feeling of her ass chute around his rod making
him feel as if being jerked off with a warm, soft
glove.
Holden felt the hot, squeezing rim of her anus drag up
and down along the surface of his shaft, as he poked
his prick in and out into his mother's bowels deeper
and deeper. Only an inch or two more until the root of
his cock would be within her sphincter, and his balls
would be pressing into the sensitive surface
surrounding her butthole.
On hands and knees, panting and groaning in perverse
delight, and her toes curling, Sue couldn't wait for
her son to really start packing his meat into her dirt
pipe relentlessly and quickly. Just the awesome feeling
of having her ass stuffed and stretched to its limit
with her own offspring's huge tool was enough to send
nerve wracking shivers down her spine. She tried her
best not to make her body convulse and thrash with the
delightfulness of it. And when she finally felt the
clammy, soft skin of Holden's ball sack press
deliciously into the sensitive, stretched skin around
her shit-opening, she knew he had tunneled his dick all
the way into her ass orifice.
"FUCK YEAH," Sue squealed with the knowledge and
feeling of being filled to the brim with family cock.
"Now fuck my butt really good and hard, baby," the
passionate mother told her son with pure, incestuous
lust in her eyes as she looked back at him over her
shoulder. "Fuck mommy's ass hard and deep. Screw that
fucking asshole. Screw my ass with your juicy, fat
fucking cock. FUCK IT HARD"
"You want my cock fucking your hot ass, mom?" Holden
asked rhetorically as he pushed and pulled his dong
into his mother's buttery, gripping ass pipe with ever
harder and faster lunges. "You want your own son
fucking your hot, tight butt hard, deep and fast? You
want to be your own son's filthy anal whore?"
"Oh God, yessss. I want to be my own son's anal whore.
I don't want you to stop fucking me up the shitter,
baby. Fuck mommy's asshole like it belongs to you to do
with what you want. My ass is yours. Fuck your fucking
fat cock up my butthole, son. Fuck it up there nice and
deep. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."
Enjoying the filthy dialogue between them almost as
much as the actual incestuous buggering, Sue and her
son let go of all the usual taboo inhibitions a mother
and son have when speaking to each other. Whatever came
to mind and seemed good enough to add even more fuel to
the perverted, incestuous fire was good enough to say.
Holden could feel his cock throb just from hearing his
mother say those nasty things alone. And saying them
certainly made Sue feel deliciously lewd, and nasty
enough to contract the sheath of her ass even more
tightly around her son's pile-driving pecker.
Fucking each other wasn't enough for the two of them.
They had to convince each other just how much they
really wanted it, by putting it into as filthy and
descriptive words as possible and spit them out at each
other.
Sue felt the blood in her heated cheeks, almost searing
heat, as her pucker was invaded by the girth and length
of her son's prick with speedy and deep strokes. She
felt his muscular arms wrap around her waist and the
side of his head against her back, the sweat on both
their bodies mingling. He was no longer behind her on
his knees, but standing on his feet and almost
crouching instead, fucking her ass from behind almost
like a dog fucking a bitch in heat.
His head moved back and forth obscenely as he pistoned
his cock into his mother's shithole. Every now and then
he would retract it completely, the purple helmet
shaped head of his cock slipping out of Sue's lewdly
gaping anus, before sliding it back in to his balls
again. The mother had adjusted to the anal rogering
where she knew how to relax her ass muscles, so her son
had little problem shafting the full length of his cock
in and out.
"Lie down on your stomach and spread you legs, mom,"
Holden ordered, and Sue complied. Loose strands of her
brown hair matted to her sweaty neck and shoulders, she
stretched out her legs and spread them wide, her
toenails scraping along the sheet as she did, and laid
down on her chest and belly, her tits squashed under
her weight. Holden lay right on top of her back, his
hips weighing down on her soft, sweaty buttocks, and
used his legs to keep his mother's legs spread.
In this position he fucked down on her, his full balls
slapping into the mattress as he continued pounding his
cock into his mother's butt.
Sue liked this position too. Her tingling clit and
oozing cunt were pressing into the soft sheets and she
felt the full weight of her son's body on top of her.
She could hardly move an inch as Holden kept filling
her ass-snatch with his power-tool. His moist pubic
bush rustled into and against the sweaty cleft of her
ass and the hair on his balls slid along the open,
drooling slit of her twat as they flew up and down with
Holden's thrusting motions. The stretched rim of her
asshole was burning lovely, scorched as it was by the
fast movements of her son's fat dick meat. The position
almost felt as if she was being ass-raped, but with her
permission.
"Goddamn it, yeah. Rape my asshole. Rape it. Fuck my
fucking ass with your fat, raping cock," Sue whimpered
with muffled voice into the pillow. Holden pounded into
his mother's flattened body savagely, his hips moving
up and down very fast, his loins slamming into her
rump. He licked her shoulders and neck and bit softly
into them as well.
Grabbing his mother around the waist, Holden lay on his
side and pulled his mother with him, screwing his
fucker into her hungry asshole in the spoon position.
Sue wrapped her outer leg around her son's, arched her
back and humped her butt back against her son as she
felt his rock hard dick penetrate her sore anus with
long strokes. With his arms around her, she turned her
head and licked lewdly at her son's mouth. The
desperate licks didn't go wasted on Holden, and he
accepted his mother's warm, wet tongue between his
lips, Frenching her as his hips continued smacking
loudly into her ass from the rear.
After a minute of sweaty screwing, however, the 39 year
old brunette noticed her boy was starting to have some
trouble keeping up the pace, the muscles in his hips
possibly cramping.
Rolling over so that her son was lying on his back, Sue
lay on top of his chest with her back. Lifting her
upper body up by planting her hands back on the
mattress on either side of her son's body, the mother
fucked her own ass onto her son's cock-stalk, rotating
and humping her hips on top of his. Holden didn't have
to move much this way, and allowed his mom to fuck
herself on him.
He bent his knees while keeping his legs spread and his
feet on the bed, and Sue planted a bare foot on top of
each of her son's knees. Using her feet on her son's
knees as a platform, she lifted her butt up and down
from his hips, moving her own asshole up and down her
son's fat shaft.
"Fuck yes. Now I'm raping you, Holden. Now your mother
is raping you. Don't do anything. Just lay there and
let mommy fuck her asshole up and down your fat fucking
cock," Sue panted as her hips flew up and down on his;
the tight, sucking warmth of her shit chute sliding
over her son's thick, veiny pole.
Holden felt his mother's toes curl and dig into his
knees as his mother basically masturbated his prick's
by moving her asshole. Sue fucked her own shithole up
and down over her son's upright hard-on, loving the
feeling of the ridge of her son's cock-head sliding up
and down on the inside, along the walls of her ass
channel.
She let the sucking sheath of her ass milk her son's
dick as the movements of her body made her tits jiggle
and forced the air from her lungs. She moved her right
hand between her legs and shoved three fingers deep
into her snatch. As her son's cock slid in and out of
her butt, her three fingers slid in and out of the
warm, wet, sucking depths of her cunt.
"Do you love it, baby? Do you love the way your mother
is raping your cock with her ass? The way she is just
using your delicious meat to fuck her own butt with?
You love it, don't you? GOD, I love how your juicy dick
feels in my asshole. I'm so fucking full with it. Your
cock packs my shitter so full. Tell me how much you
love it, Holden. Tell me how much you love feeling your
mother fucking her own ass on your cock."
"You know I do, mom," responded Holden with a loud
groan, feeling the cum boiling in his nuts. He didn't
know much more he could take, but he would try to hold
on a bit longer.
"You know I love feeling you fuck your own ass on my
cock. I love everything. I love how your tight sucking
butthole clings to my shaft when you drag it up, and
how it slides over my dick to the root when you push it
down. I love how your toes are digging tightly into my
knees because of how you feel in your ass. I don't
think I've ever felt anything as hot and nasty and good
as this, mom. I still can't believe we're doing this
right now. I still can't believe you're sitting on top
of me, with your hot asshole on my cock."
"Well, you better believe it, son, because this is no
dream, neither yours nor mine. You're really fucking
your mother, balls deep in her ass. Can you feel this?"
Sue takes Holden's cock into her ass to the balls, and
then uses her sphincter muscles to squeeze tightly
around his root of his cock.
"That is me, squeezing you to let you know this is
really happening."
Holden was moving his hips now, fucking up at his
mother's ass as Sue was still trying to move her own
hips up and down as best she could. Holden's balls were
swinging up and down, occasionally slapping up against
his mother's leaking cunt. The ass fucking was savage
now, with Holden seemingly trying to reach all the way
to his mother's throat, and Sue trying to get it there.
The movements became so wild and fast, Sue's feet
slipped off her son's knees.
"Oh FUCKKK... That's it baby. Fuck your mother in the
ass like a stud. Fuck my shithooooolleeee..." Sue
whined loudly with a vibrating voice as the hammering
of her son's cock into her rectum rammed the air from
her lungs. The slapping sounds of Holden's pelvis
pounding into his mother's butt cheeks filled the room
to the point where maybe even the neighbors would be
able to hear it if they listened carefully. But in this
state neither Sue nor Holden could care less about
anything other than their shameless, incestuous
rutting.
"I want to see your face, mom," Holden said during a
short lull in their movements. "I want to look you in
the eyes when I fuck your hot shithole. I want to fuck
you in the ass where I can see your tits, your cunt and
your face."
Sue, liking the idea, climbed off of her son, - her
lewdly gaping asshole slipping off of her son's prick -
, and lay on her back. The 39 year old mother
shamelessly raised her knees up as far as they would go
toward her spongy tit-orbs, and spread her legs wide
apart, opening up her crotch for her son to do with as
he pleased.
Her cunt-slit was leaking profusely and the thick,
brown bush framing her labia and clit was matted
against her skin. Her inflamed, red anal rim hung
slightly open, worked out and waiting for more forceful
penetration. Sue wrapped her arms around her legs to
keep them up and apart as she watched her son take his
place between her thighs, cock in hand.
As Holden settled the head of his cock inside the now
slightly gaping butthole of his mother, Sue licked her
lips and said: "Shove it in, son. Shove that fat fucker
right back in, deep in mommy's asshole. Fuck it in me,
baby. I want to feel you stretch my butt wide open
again. Cornhole mommy, baby. Cornhole your mother. Ram
my pucker with your juicy, fat fucking pole."
Holden loved hearing those nasty words coming from his
mother's mouth. Hearing his own mother say things like
that to him sent a nerve wracking shiver down his spine
and almost forced his cock to swell and his pre-cum to
drool right out of his piss-hole without any physical
stimulation.
His mother wanted to act and talk like a common, cock
hungry slut with him, her own son, and it made fucking
her even hotter and better than it already would be
without the aural stimulation.
"You want this fucker up your butthole, mom? You want
your son's fat dick up your shitbox? Here it is, mom.
Here you have your son's pecker, drilling right into
your ass," Holden responded with broken voice, before
entering his mother's ass and shoving the entirety of
his cock into her ass passage to the hilt. He stopped
to make her feel the full length and girth by keeping
it up her back door to the root, his ball sack pressed
flat against the crack of her ass, before he started
humping against her and fucking his mother in the rear
end with long but fast strokes.
He grabbed one of his mother's bare feet in each hand,
almost using them as rowing ores, as he continued
screwing her rectum.
Sue squeezed her soft tits as she and her son stared
straight into each other's eyes, making a deep
connection beyond the physical aspect of their depraved
incestuous fucking. The mother deliberately milked her
son's sliding fuck-rod with her anal muscles as their
stare committed psychological incest. Not one shred of
their whole being was being left out of the nature of
their sexual activities, and to the degree that is was
possible, the stare between mother and son's eyes was
possibly more penetrating than Holden's cock into his
mother's ass, and the nature of it possibly even more
intimate.
Nothing but the creaking of the bed, and the panting of
mother and son was heard for what seemed like hours,
but were only minutes, until Sue softly spoke.
"I want you to cum in my ass. I want you to empty your
balls inside your mother's ass. Please shoot your load
up my butt, Holden. Shoot mommy's guts full of your
cream."
The cum in his balls boiling, Holden heard his mother
say it, and knew he could now drop his load. His mother
had asked for it, and he had a hard time keeping up
this long as it was.
He let go of any restraints he had put on himself and
the tempo of his movements, and just screwed into his
mother's tightly clasping anus without slowing down.
The sucking of his mother's ass-tube around his dick
helped make a delicious warmth spread over his loins
and through his pecker, and the 19 year old knew he was
about a second away from blowing his wad.
"I'm cumming, mom. I'm cumming right up your ass. Here
it comes. I'm gonna shoot my load up your aaaaaaaass...
GOOOODDDD... FUUUCCCKKK...MOOOOOMMMMM"
Holden's loins spasm'd as waves of hot jizz were shot
into his mother's bowels. Sue curled her toes in her
son's hands and she felt torrents of her son's warm
spunk shoot up her ass pipe. She used her own fingers
on her clit and cunt to bring herself to an orgasm as
her darling son used the deep pocket of her rectum as a
cum receptacle.
"Babyyyyy... Cum in mommy's aaassss... Oh God,
yeahhh... Shoot your hot spunk up my guts, son. I'm
cumminggg... MOMMY'S CUMMIIIIIINNNGGGG..."
And from that point on, no more words were said. Holden
and Sue were both limited to cries and whimpers of joy,
as they each climaxed while locked into and onto each
other's bodies. Mother and son had now enjoyed the most
intimate sex between them they could think of.
As Holden finished emptying his balls into Sue's back
hole, and was now lying on top of his mother with the
both of them panting and sweating, enjoying the bliss
of the aftermath, both mother and son knew that as much
as they had enjoyed this newfound relationship beyond
the ordinary mother and son relationships most mothers
and sons share. The only thing for them to worry about
was how to keep their new, special relationship a
secret from outside world.
Chapter Ten
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Sue finished drying herself after a long hot shower
.She wrapped herself in her cream colored kimono and
fastened the sash about her slender waist. She stepped
into her room and eyed herself in the mirror. Her hair,
which she had kept dry, looked fine and she decided
that she didn't need any make up.
She took a moment to reflect back at the past month
since her eager son became her lover and her eyes
moistened with tears. She had no regrets about what had
happened and in fact she had relished every single
moment of their forbidden love and adventures. Tomorrow
however, Holden would be leaving. He was officially
asked to come back at Fallus Prep. Sue, though happy
for him could not help but wonder how their
relationship would change and she knew that she would
sorely miss him and ache for him.
She still had tonight, she thought to herself as she
steeled herself and willed her eyes dry. She put on her
heeled open toed slippers and headed towards the
stairs. She knew Holden would be waiting downstairs.
She still had tonight, this fateful bittersweet night.
Holden was seated in the living room. She could feel
his gaze as she walked across the room. She loved how
that made her feel. He was seated on the couch. Her
mind flashed back to that day that had wonderfully
altered their relationship. She sat in the lounge chair
in front of him. Her kimono rode high on her thighs as
she crossed her legs. She took a deep breath to ease
her trembling.
"Holden darling, I'm gonna miss you."
"Mom, me too! I'm really gonna miss you."
"I want you to know I'm so happy for you and proud of
you."
"Please understand I'm asked officially to come back."
"I hope you'll do fine this time."
"Thanks mom. You're the best. I really have appreciated
all your support... among other things." Holden
chuckled and shot his mom a knowing look.
Sue shifted slightly in her seat her breast strained
against the silk of her kimono. Her voice became
somewhat husky and cracked.
"Holden we really should have a talk about those other
things." She said.
"What about it mom? Being with you like that was the
best thing that ever happened to me."
"And me too darling but tomorrow things may change. You
see..."
"Mom I don't want things to change we can still be
lovers can't we?" Holden pleaded, his voice slightly
uneasy.
"Holden, listen to me please!" Sue stood up and sat
next to her son. She held both his hands in hers and
looked into his eyes.
"The possibilities are endless, your friends, and new
lovers. And..."
"Mom I have you. I don't need any lovers we can see
each other on weekends can't we?"
"If that's what we both want dear, of course," She
squeezed his hands, "Please baby don't interrupt me.
All I'm saying is that we both have to be open to any
and all possibilities. And whatever happens if you
choose it and you're happy with it then it's ok. Even
if I have to go back to being a regular mom to you and
do regular mom stuff for you like sending you care
packages and having you over for holidays."
"Mom there's hardly anything regular about you. You're
incredible."
"That's sweet baby. But from now on I'm just a regular
mom. If you want anything more from me you have to take
it. The ball Holden, is in your court"
Sue stood and ran her finger up his chest and over his
neck and chin. Smiling she stepped away to the other
side of the room.
"Ok regular mom enough of your regular talk. Now come
here and get across my lap."
Sue ignored his last remark and she busied herself
arranging knick-knacks on the coffee table across the
room. With her back to him and her shapely legs
straight, she bent over, her hands touching the table
exposing her shapely full ass and a newly shaved pussy.
She turned her head and smiled at her son who was fully
enjoying the show.
"As I said Holden, if you want more you just have to
take it, just like any of the other opportunities life
brings your way."
Sue straightened up and went back upstairs.
She barely made it to her room when she heard her son
bounding up the stairs. Suddenly, he was upon her. He
held her by her shoulders and turned her to face him.
He pulled her to him and looked into her eyes. She felt
his erection straining through his shorts, his arms
caressing her back.
"Mom you know I want you." He whispered, moving in to
kiss her.
As his lips closed in on hers, Sue turned her face. His
lips brushed her cheek. She placed her hand on his
chest; pushing him away, she broke their embrace. She
turned to step away and she 'fell' rather gracefully on
her bed. She lay sidewise. Her kimono, slightly open,
exposed the curves of her generous breast and shapely
thighs. She giggled seductively.
"Holden, I just told I'm your mother it wouldn't be
proper to do these things anymore."
Her son climbed up on the bed and moved in on her. He
grabbed her by the arms pinning her under his weight.
Her kimono was open her breasts exposed, heaving under
his gaze.
"Holden, please." She struggled, apparently helpless.
He bent to kiss her. Sue's struggle intensified, not
allowing him to make contact with her lips. He grabbed
her by the hair to steady her head. His other hand
steadied her chin.
"Holden, please don't make mommy kiss you. It's not
right. Its not mmph..."
His lips found hers. Initially, he met a significant
amount of resistance. His hand helped purse open her
lips, he forced his tongue into her mouth. Her
resistance slowly melted away. She sucked on his tongue
and lips as they kissed and kissed with unrivaled
passion.
"Holden this is so shameful. How can I be a good mother
to you when you force me to kiss you like this."
"I intend to do a lot more mother."
Holden straddled his mother's tummy. His weight pinned
her to the bed. He pulled the kimono down over her
shoulders, subduing her arms. Her tits were fully
exposed, as she lay helpless under him. His hands found
her nipples and tweaked them into hardness.
"Suck my cock mother."
"No please Holden...I can't, it's wrong. You can't make
me do this."
"I can and I will. Now beg me to suck my cock."
Holden began to pinch his mom's nipples. His other hand
slapped her breasts, causing her nipples to slip
through his fingers. He gradually increased the
intensity if his ministrations with each turn. Sue's
tits bounced with each slap, sending passionate fire
down into her womb. "Holden please...ouch" she yelped,
"You're driving mommy insane."
Holden ignored her plea and continued.
"Ouch...Ok, ok I'll suck your cock."
"I said beg me, or it will just get harder and
rougher."
"Holden please let me suck your cock," Sue looked into
her son's eyes, "let mommy suck your cock."
Holden relented after a few more tweaks. He moved to
the side of the bed, slipping off his shorts. He was
hard and ready for her.
"If you fail me mom, I'll punish you severely. Now take
off your robe and let me see you naked again."
Sue did as she was told. She stood before her son and
slowly turned and presented her self to him. She was
pleased when he reached for her bald pussy and found
her wet passage.
"Now mother, do as you promised."
Sue knelt before her son and took his stiff member in
her wanting mouth. Over the past one month she had
learned exactly how to please him. And she truly
enjoyed every minute of it. Sue slid her tongue over
the shaft of his penis and licked its tip playfully.
She looked up at Holden and saw him watching her with
satisfied lust on his face.
"Son you know this is incest?" She asked him playfully
as she stroked his cock with her hand.
"Yes mom I know, but it is so hot, isn't it?" His voice
was raspy.
"Is it because its incest or is me that makes it so hot
baby?" Sue teased.
"You know I find incest exciting, like when we fucked
John Andrews and his daughter."
"Yes baby that was such a wicked night." Sue swirled
her tongue around Holden's member.
"But mom I can't even imagine anyone more incredible
than you."
"Oh baby I so glad you feel that way. You are one
incredible man yourself. Do you like it when mommy
sucks your cock?"
Sue took him all the way into her mouth.
"God mom you're gonna make me come." Holden moaned.
"Yes sweetheart, come in mommy's mouth. Let mommy taste
you."
Sue drank her son's cum as he tensed and released
himself with pleasure. When he became limp in her
mouth, Sue got up on the bed beside him and covered
herself with her robe.
"Speaking of incest dear, you know not many people
would understand this let alone approve."
"I don't care about other people mom. Besides no one
needs to know."
"Well it doesn't matter anymore anyhow." She said
playfully.
"What do you mean by that."
"Now that I've satisfied you," Sue cupped his balls in
her hand, "We can go back to being normal. I can go
back to being a regular mom. No more incest. Wouldn't
that be better son?"
Sue got up and pulled her kimono across her chest. She
slid across the bed away from her son. She had barely
made it to the edge when Holden reached to grab her.
Instead he caught her kimono yanking it away. Sue made
it off the bed and stood in the middle of her room. She
covered herself with her arms and inched back as her
son threw the kimono on the bed and approached. He took
his shirt off and moved in closer. He grabbed her by
her wrists and pulled her arms away from her naked firm
body.
"God please Holden, I'm naked. Mommy's shamefully
naked! Let me cover up."
"I'm not through with you yet." Holden stared, "Not for
a long time to come."
"What are you going to do son? Please no more."
Holden picked her up over his shoulder and without
fanfare threw her on the bed. He took the sash off her
robe and tied her hands together and fastened them to
the post at the head of the bed. Sue was on her back
and after he pulled her legs apart, she was completely
exposed.
"Now its my turn to taste you."
"No son please... don't... ahh!"
Holden plunged his face into his naked mother's bald
pussy. Sue squealed with pleasure as he licked her
lips, tasted her moisture and tickled her clit. He too
knew how to make her feel good. Sue bucked her hips and
ground her smooth sex into his eager face. Holden
squeezed her ass as he ate her.
"Holden you're eating mommy's pussy. I'm such a slut
for my own son."
"Mom you taste so sweet. There is nothing regular about
you. You're a nasty whore and you know it."
"I'm your whore baby and only yours. God baby you're
making mommy cum... ahh... ahhh... yeah."
Holden continued to lick and tease her swollen clit
with renewed vigor.
He kissed her deeply as he unfastened the sash from the
bedpost. He kept her hands tied. He helped her roll
over. With a hand on her back, mashing her face into
the mattress, he pulled her up onto her knees. Without
warning he slapped her upturned ass.
"Ouch" Sue cried out.
He told her not to move and stepped away for the bed.
He raised his hand and brought it down soundly on her
flesh. His hand made a resounding crack and reddened
her skin as it made contact. Sue yelped, surprised by
the sting. He stuck her again and again. Her ass
reddened with each blow. She swayed her hips to the
rhythm of his spanking.
"Ouch...Baby I love it when you spank my ass. It makes
me feel like a naughty little girl."
"I'm so lucky to have a naughty mom that likes getting
her pretty little ass spanked."
(SLAP)
"Yeah baby spank mommy hard. Ohhh!"
"About our relationship after I leave, I never want to
give this up. I'll come back as often as I can and
spank you soundly." Holden rubbed her tender bottom
then...
(SLAP)
"But Holden what if you find a girlfriend at school? If
you do, I hope you find a gal that likes to get her
bottom spanked."
"It doesn't matter, I'll still come back for you. Maybe
I could bring her home so you could spank her too."
(WHACK)
"Ahh, Yes, that would be so hot."
"But I'm too much of a motherfucker to give this up."
(SLAP)
"Yes son, you can spank me as often as you like. I know
this is incest and by most accounts it's wrong, just
spank me for being such a bad mommy. Just spank my ass
baby."
(SLAP)
"After I finish spanking you mom, I'm gonna fuck that
sweet little cunt of yours."
(SLAP)
"I've got to have you inside me,"
She lewdly pushed her arse out toward her son, knowing
that he could see her most secret place, which he was
looking at her open pussy and the hairy crack of her
bum. She felt so wet at the thought of Holden looking
at her anus.
She felt his hands on her hips then his cock nudging at
her pussy. He felt so big. She pushed back with her
hips and he was inside her. She cried out at the size
of him filling her. Her pussy gripped him and she felt
that feeling of being desired again. "Oh God, Holden,"
she moaned. "It feels so good." She pushed her hips
back to meet him at every stroke, taking him into her
as deep as she could. "Oh God, what a cock!" she almost
screamed.
Holden watched his shaft thrusting in and out of his
mom. His hands gripped her soft hips and he pulled her
toward him with each stroke so he could get deeper into
her. She felt hot and wet and tight on him and that
coupled with the sight of her ass bouncing against his
groin made him want to blow his load more than anything
in the world. His mom's arse was hairy, her anus a
little brown puckered hole. Seeing this, and his cock
disappearing in and out of her pussy sent Holden over
the edge.
His mom cried out louder as she felt his cock harden
that little bit extra as it prepared to shoot. Holden
groaned with desire for his mom, with the sensations of
his cum traveling from his balls to the head of his
cock, with the sight of his mom's body as he ravaged
it.
"Mom, I'm gonna cum," he moaned, "I can't stop it!"
"Oh God, Holden, just let it go. Shoot it in me." She
bucked her hips even harder against him. "Don't try to
stop it! Do it! Put your cum in me!"
He felt his cock swell even more inside her and she
screamed out, "Yes, yes, cum inside me! Oh Christ, what
a cock! I want to feel you cum!"
Holden let it go then. There was nothing else he could
do. It was all too much. He pushed his cock forward as
the first jet of cum shot into his mom's body. He held
her hips and fixed his eyes on the sight of her hairy
bottom while his hot load unloaded into her. He cried
out with ecstasy at the sensations of her cunt gripping
him, milking him, and the feelings in his cock as his
cum erupted.
He seemed to cum forever, shooting wad after wad of hot
cum into his mom while he held her hips and moaned with
the pleasure. She seemed to be almost sobbing with joy,
her hands gripping the mattress sheet hard, twisting it
in her hands. Her face was turned to one side, so
Holden could see her closed eyes and open mouth
contorted in orgasmic pleasure. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh
yes," she sobbed.
The wave of ecstasy calmed and his mom moved her hips
forward, collapsing to the bed. Holden's cock slid out
of her, slick with their mingled juices.
She rolled onto her back and looked up at him, smiling.
Her pussy lips shone a glistening pink. Her nipples
were still rock hard on her huge tits. "Oh, Holden,
that was wonderful."
Chapter Eleven
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Holden missed Sue now that be was back at Fallus, but
they still got together at least once a week. Sue would
get a motel near by and Holden would sneak off and they
would fuck all night. Now that the weather was getting
warmer, they even met outdoors occasionally and fucked
themselves into a frenzy in the tall grass in the
moonlight.
The guys were still going on peeping raids, but Holden
was never interested. He wished he could tell the guys
why he didn't go with them anymore, but Sue had asked
him to keep it a secret.
Things had changed around Fallus since he'd been back.
There were a lot more dances with the girls' schools,
and the chaperones didn't seem to be too observant. Mr.
Spencer was suddenly a changed man. Some of the guys
had managed to get the girls to come to the dorm and
fuck them. Holden had gotten laid a few times during
dances, and once he got a blow-job almost as good as
the once his mother gave him.
Holden was happy at school and he rarely got into
trouble. Summer vacation was coming, but he wasn't even
overly anxious. He and Sue were going to Europe and
that was something to look forward to, but Holden was
content at school too.
Every spring the senior class would sneak out of the
dorm and go up to an old abandoned house nearby to look
for the ghost which supposedly haunted it. It was a
tradition at Fallus, and Mr. Spencer never tried to
catch the guys who went.
When the moon was full for the first time in May, the
time had arrived. Everyone went to bed as usual, but
when things had quieted down, the guys began sneaking
out in small groups. Holden went with Ackley and Sam.
They went to the field beyond the football stadium
where all tine guys were congregating. There must have
been forty guys out there.
The old house was about a mile away and the guys were
anxious to get going. The landscape was brightly lit by
the moon as they began heading up the dirt road that
would lead them there. The boys kept shushing those who
were making too much noise. After all, they didn't want
to scare the ghost away.
Although the haunted house trip was mainly a lark,
being out there late at night with the wind whistling
through the many dead trees that hovered above that old
din road was pretty scary. All the guys were glad that
they weren't alone. Every now and then, one of them
would crack a joke out of sheer nervousness.
By the time the old house was in sight, the guys were
all wishing that they didn't have to uphold that
particular tradition, but none of them were willing to
let their classmates know how they felt. They all began
slowing down so they wouldn't be at the front line if
the ghost decided to attack. They had all beard stories
about that spook from the seniors of previous years
when they were underclassmen.
All the stories verified the reality of the ghost had
been seen by several of the kids and the way they
described him made them eager to become seniors and get
their turn. But now that they were out there they
wished they could still wait back in the dorm for the
latest report from someone else.
As the old house loomed in front of them, they came to
a stop and stood there staring. It seemed that
everything about the old place was dead. The trees in
the unkept lawn were mere branchy skeletons. All the
windows were dark and empty with broken shutters
hanging at angles. The sound of one of those shutters
swinging on a rusty hinge drifted to the guys and made
them shiver.
Finally, a few boys began to move forward again and the
rest were compelled to follow. The haunted house seemed
to get larger as they approached. It was a big old
mansion, a really imposing sight. The story that had
been handed down from one class to the other told of an
old miser who had lived there. When he thought his wife
was spending him into the poorhouse, he killed her and
threw her into the well. He disappeared after that, but
stories began to spread about people seeing the old man
floating a few inches over the ground, circling the
well and drifting through the doors and windows.
All the guys were keeping their eyes peeled for the
ghost as they neared the front porch. They knew that
they couldn't go back to the dorm until they had seen
enough to make a good story for the younger boys. They
would just as soon see that ghost right away so they
could high-tail it back to the safety of the school.
They climbed the broken steps to the porch and peeked
in the windows. A cool, dampness met their faces, but
that was all. They couldn't see a thing in the inky
blackness.
None of the guys said anything and it was as quiet as a
tomb. So when one of the hinges on a shutter creaked
again, they all jumped. Holden felt his heart skip a
beat and he had to fight to keep from running. He
looked at Ackley and Sam; they were as white as ghosts.
Some of the boys were crawling through windows and two
were tugging on the front door. Holden followed the
crowd into the dark of the house. Some of the guys had
flashlights, but not many of them. Most had matches and
some didn't have any light at all Ackley had a
flashlight so Holden and Sam clung to him.
They gazed into the circle of light that played over
the walls and floor as Ackley swung the light around.
When they saw two beady eyes shining at them they
clutched at each other in fright, but the owner of
those eyes turned its hairy little body and scurried
away. Rats were the least of their worries. They found
a large stairway and decided to climb it. They could
hear the other guys creeping around, and they were
brave enough to want to have an area to explore without
competition.
The old boards of the stain cried out under their feet,
adding to the scary atmosphere of the old place. They
looked around in the rooms upstairs, but didn't find
anything much different than the first floor -- old,
stained wallpaper, dried and split floorboards, and a
few pieces of broken furniture.
"I wish we could find a trace of that ghost," Holden
whispered.
"Yeah," Ackley said without much conviction in his
voice.
"The only trace I've ever heard of anyone finding is
the ghost himself suddenly rushing out at you," Sam
said.
His words cooled the other two boys' eagerness. They
crept down a long hallway, but something seemed
different suddenly. Ackley shined the light around at
his friends. Sam was there, but Holden wasn't. Ackley
began shining the thin beam of light all around the
hallway, but it was clear that Ackley and Sam were
alone.
"Do you know where Holden went?" Ackley whispered
anxisusly to Sam.
"No. He was right here a second ago."
Sam sounded really worried and that feeling was
contagious. They re-traced their steps, and whispered
out Holden's name, but there was no sign of him. The
footsteps came toward them. Ackley swung the light in
that direction, but it only revealed Chuck and Brad
shielding their eyes from the glare of the flashlight.
"Have you guys seen Holden?" Sam asked in a harsh
whisper.
"He was right beside us one minute, then he
disappeared," Ackley added.
Chuck and Brad said they hadn't seen him, and their
voices grew more nervous as they questioned Ackley and
Sam about the disappearance. The four guys teamed up
and began searching. They didn't find Holden, but they
met a few more of the guys and told them what had
happened. News of the disappearance spread and caused a
near panic. The guys were scared enough now to split
without seeing the ghost, but they couldn't leave
Holden there alone.
Suddenly, the dead quiet of the house was split by a
horrible wail. The guys grabbed at each other and held
on unashamedly. A few whimpers were heard among the
guys. The sound had been so loud and fearsome that they
would have run, Holden or no Holden, but now they were
too scared to move.
Then the terrible sound was repeated. The guys held
each other tighter, and terrified moans broke out
everywhere. They were all actually trembling in their
jeans and a few crotches were wet with the proof of
their fright.
Again the sound split the darkness. It seemed to be
coming faster now. In another few seconds, they heard
it again. Ackley was feeling light-headed and he was
afraid he might hint. He was shining the light around,
and everyone could see how nervous he was by the way
the beam shook as he searched the hallway for the
source of that horrible wailing.
The sound was repeated then again. They wished it would
stop, but it kept coming faster. Deep moans
reverberated from the ancient walls and chilled all
that heard it.
"Give me that damn light," Carl, one of the bigger and
brighter guys, said. The calm, sureness of his voice
soothed the other guys.
Carl took the flashlight from Ackley and walked down
the hall, listened, then turned into a worn. The crowd
that had gathered in the hall followed him. As they
crowded into the room after him, they saw him standing
at a closet door, looking in.
Ackley rushed over to Carl and looked at the sight
illuminated by the flashlight. He saw a naked ass
bobbing up and down.
Carl waved the light over the rest of that body, and
Ackley recognized his missing friend, Holden. There was
a chick under him, and as the light passed over her
face Ackley recognized her. Although her face was
contorted with passion, Ackley had noticed that chick
every time she came to visit her son at school. It was
Holden's mother.
Boys were filling the doorway, peering in. The wails
that had scared the shit out of them were coming from
that lusty woman's mouth. Their fright melted away and
was replaced by horiness. They watched Holden's ass
repeatedly rise and fall, driving his cock into the
pussy they knew was bidden down there. As they watched,
another sound could be beard. It was Holden's own
grunting as he neared aw orgasm.
There wasn't one soft cock in the place as they watched
their classmate shoot his load into that gorgeous
chick. They saw their buddy jerk with the powerful
spasms that rocked his loins. They all envied his
ecstasy, but they didn't have any idea that they were
going to be able to hive some of that cunt too.
Holden rolled off the chick, exposing her nudity to all
those horny kids. Only a few of them knew that the
woman was Holden's mother, but none of them failed to
notice how big her tits were as they sagged all over
her chest.
Sue could feel their eyes covering her body with greedy
lust, and she loved it. It was like lying in the heat
of the sun.
Holden walked out of the closet with his cock
glistening with the wetness from his mother's honey-
pot. While all the guys stared at Sue's body in
disbelief, Carl showed himself to be the one who was
really on the ball. He handed the flashlight back to
Ackley and began undressing. In a few seconds, he was
naked with his huge prick standing out in front of him.
He stepped into the closet and lowered his big body
over the woman's. The guys watched her take Carl into a
tight embrace with her arms and legs. Their heads began
to circle as they ground their mouths together.
The guys saw the woman slide her hand between their
bodies, and it was obvious that she was helping Carl
get his prick into her. He lifted his hips then lowered
them. They heard Sue moan sweetly as the big cock
filled her. Carl's ass began pumping, and the sounds
that had frozen them with terror, began coming out of
that closet. They all felt ridiculous now that they
knew that those wails were sounds of lust rather than
cries from a ghost and they were all eager to pump some
of those sounds out of that chick themselves.
After fucking her son, Sue was having a great time with
an even bigger cock in her cunt. She felt that giant
tool plunging and stuffing her pussy as the boy's heavy
body pinned her to the floor. His hairy chest squished
her tits, and Sue loved the way it felt. She was
holding his thick body in her arms and she could feel
the muscles in his back rippling with his efforts.
A second orgasm was bubbling up from her belly. All the
guys could hear Sue's passion raising from her throat,
as their cocks twitched in anticipation of their own
turns. A few of them couldn't wait and were stroking
their pricks with their hands.
Carl was getting close to his own climax. The guys
heard his gruff voice rise in ecstasy, and a few guys
began pulling their clothes off as they jockeyed for
position to be next. Every flashlight in the crowd
lighted the two fuckers. They were the center of
attention anyway, but being the only illuminated
objects in that house seemed to put them on a stage in
a dark theater.
Sue and Carl were squirming in passion and their moans
rang out loudly as they came. Sue felt her mind filled
with lust as her orgasm hit. She felt her pussy muscles
contracting on the cock in her. Her whole body seemed
to be hopping around as she was consumed by ecstasy.
When her pleasure subsided enough for her to feel what
was happening to her again, she felt the prick in her
spew searing jism into her cunt. That hot flood sent
Sue right back into delirious bliss. She hardly knew
that the cock was being pulled out of her crotch until
she felt the warm weight lift from her chest. She was
able to breathe again.
Ben stepped forward, but Sam elbowed him out of the way
and scrambled between Sue's still-splayed legs. In the
brief interval when she wasn't hidden by a body over
her, the guys were treated to the sight of a totally
blissed-out chick. Her face wore an expression of dumb
pleasure. Her tits were wagging with the residual
motion of hrr body, and her legs were spilled out in a
wide, limp vee. The guys down by her feet could peer
into her crotch where the flashlights were shining on
the loosened lips of her pussy.
As Sam lowered himself over her, Ackley crouched at
their feel, and watched his classmate's cock slip into
that hot cunt. It was the most incredible thing he'd
ever seen as that kid's prick was gobbled up by that
wet slit. He saw his friend's balls swing as he pumped,
causing them to bounce off the round ass-cheeks down
there. Ackley was watching the prick piston in and out,
and he could see a shiny covering of love-juice on it.
Holden stood in the background while his friends fucked
his mom. He wasn't surprised that she had sneaked up
there like that. He remembered telling her about how
the whole senior class went up there on the first full
moon of the month, and he could understand how she
couldn't resist playing that joke and getting fucked by
all those kids by being there. At first, it had felt
strange to share her with those guys, but now that he
saw the excitement it caused among the guys, he was
feeling better about losing his exclusive rights to
her.
Sam came with a loud yelp and a powerful ejaculation.
When his hips began to slow down, the boys who were
still waiting their turn helped him off her. This time,
when a fucking boy uncovered Sue, the guys could see
that she was even more spaced-out than the last time
they got a good look at her. Her arms were groping for
the next body and her hips wouldn't stop pumping.
Ben, who had been beaten out by Sam last time, was
beaten out by another, more aggressive kid.
His prick was jerking wildly. Sue took another boy's
prick into her snatch without having stopped clenching
her pussy-muscles. As soon as that prick was in her,
the boy fell her tight tube grabbing his cock with
spasmodic contractions. She was in the realm of non-
stop ecstasy, and as long as the cocks kept being
replaced she wouldn't come down to earth.
When it was time to change pricks again, Ben fought his
way to her again, but there were two other guys putting
up a struggle.
"Get her up on her knees," someone said. "She can take
two at a time that way."
That sounded like a good idea, so Sue was lifted and
placed on her knees with a kid in front and another
behind to hold her up. Ben managed to be the rear
support. As one boy stuck his cock in her cunt, Ben
forced his way into her ass. As she was being fucked,
Sue couldn't have asked for anything else. There had
been a slight delay while they maneuvered her into
position, and she began to babble a complaint, but when
she felt two cocks sliding into her, it made up for the
temporary delay.
As both guys slammed their rods into her, Sue's body
shook between them. Her voice was getting hoarse, but
it was louder than before.
The sight of that weird fucking made the others even
more wild with horniness than they had been. Mother boy
stepped up and turned her face to the side, facing his
prick. As soon as Sue felt his pulsing cock-head touch
her lips, she opened her mouth by sheer instinct and
took the cock in.
Sue was oblivious to everything except the three pricks
in her. It was pure heaven to feel every hole of her
body stuffed with young, eager meat.
The kids with their rods in the twin entrances of her
crotch could feel each other's pricks through the thin
membrane that separated the two chambers. That
sensation made fucking that gorgeous creature even more
fabulous than it would have been otherwise. And the
prick in her mouth was getting an expert blow-job. She
was taking the cock deep into her throat, sucking hard
as she let it slide back out. The boy had never felt
such sensations before.
Holden watched everything that happened to his mother.
He was so proud of her that he hoped they all knew that
she was his mom. The sight of her being used that way
made him horny too, and he grabbed his prick and began
to jerk it. Several others were jacking off too, and
jism was flying all over the room.
As one boy fell away from one of those holes, another
would take his place. A few of the guys were getting
seconds, and they all wanted to try each of those
orifices. Her asshole was loose enough, and lubricated
with jism, to become easy for the guys to shove their
cocks in there, and her cunt was oozing cream, but her
muscles were strong and they kept giving each new prick
firm grasps.
She could feel her stomach filling with hot cum. Her
cunt and asshole were just a hot blur of intense
pleasure now, and she wanted to keep it that way. With
effort, she concentrated on her crotch and became aware
of thick fluid oozing down her thighs.
The fucking went on and on until finally she had out-
fucked them all. Some of her holes were going without
filling for minutes at a time. Kids were sitting with
their backs resting on a wall, breathing hard, their
cocks limp. Holden had taken several turns too, and
even he was limp.
Finally there were no more replacements, and Sue
slumped to the floor. The emptiness was a
disappointment after all that fucking, and she tried to
ask for more, but all she could manage were incoherent
mumbles. She laid there in a heap, jism drooling from
all her holes as the guys began to get dressed. Holden
and Ackley helped dress the fucked-out woman.
"I-I'll be okay," she finally managed. "Just let me
rest. You better get back to school."
They covered her with her coat, and left. Sue remained
there for a long time thinking about the wonderful
experience. She was determined to take the job as the
resident ghost, and gloried in her new role as a yearly
tradition.
Well, Jenny's a sweet young body, Jenny's seldom dry,
Draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye.
If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
If a body kiss a body, need a body cry?
All the lassies have their laddies, Nane they say, have I;
But all the laddies smile at me, Comin' through the rye.
Well, Jenny's a sweet young body, Jenny's seldom dry,
Draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye.
If a body meet a body, comin' from the town,
If a body kiss a body, need a body frown?
If a body meet a body, comin' from the glen,
If a body kiss a body, need a body ken?
If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
If a body catch a body, need a body cry?
All the lassies have their laddies, Nane they say, have I;
But all the laddies smile at me, Comin' through the
rye.
THE END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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