Chapter 1
The woman's lips gleamed redly as they clamped around the man's swollen cock-shaft. She held them there for a moment, halfway down the thick cock, and smiled at the camera. There was no doubt that she was proud of her obscene accomplishment!
Her gaze dropped at last to the man's loins. She began to work in earnest. Her lips slid all the way down to the base of the turgid cock. Her cheeks bloated awesomely, until Robbie, who was watching the film, thought something would have to give.
The soundtrapk of the film was fuzzy with wear, but still there was no mistaking the wanton pleasure in her groans as she held the man's cock deep in her throat. It was only reluctantly that she began to pull back, but his saliva-slickened cock was not exposed for long. As soon as only his cock-tip remained in her mouth, down again went her head. Her rhythm grew hypnotic-so hypnotic that, for a while, the watching boy was almost oblivious to the insistent throbbing in his pants.
But such rapt bliss could not last. Soon he was, more than ever, agonizingly aware of the aching in his hard cock. He toyed with the idea of pulling his cock from his fly and stroking it, just to ease the agony.
But he feared what his friend Tom might say. He cast a furtive look at the other boy, who was sitting next to the projector. Tom's eyes were glued to the screen. He seemed not the least interested in what his pal was doing, yet still Robbie hesitated.
"Cripes, Robbie, will you look at that!"
Robbie had been watching his friend when he cried out, but Tom's eyes had not left the screen. Immediately, Robbie turned in the direction of the screen with wide-eyed amazement.
"I didn't know the human tongue could do things like that! Boy! Is that guy lucky!" Tom gasped.
Robbie swallowed hard. Nothing had ever made his balls tingle the way the picture on the screen did! There was something raw and raunchy about the way the blonde on the screen was swirling her tongue around and around the shining tip of the man's cock. Her tongue was amazingly agile, but it wasn't just that-it was the primitive pleasure she was taking in her slavish task. Her eyes looked cloudy, confused with lust. Her naked tits bobbed crazily as she worked herself up to a greedy frenzy.
In the midst of his voyeur's excitement, Robbie found himself seized by many impulses, all at the same time. He longed to be able to reach out and grab hold of tits like that-to stop their bobbing, to feel them, soft and yielding, the nipples hard against his palms. He had often read about such thrills, but Robbie had not once, in his fifteen years, touched a woman's tits . . . except, of course, his own mother's, when he was a baby.
He would have liked to stroke her cunt too, to explore the soft, damp secrets hidden beneath the blonde triangle of her pussy. She was kneeling over the man's loins. In one shot, the camera closed in on the round cheeks of her ass', and peeked at her swollen, hairy pussy-lips. It looked straight up between her thighs, past her swaying tits, at the rousing sight of her mouth as it explored the man's erect cock. From nowhere, Robbie received a lewd inspiration: How much fun it would be to be able to screw her wet pussy while she sucked the guy's cock!
More than anything, the blond boy was beguiled by the thought of getting a woman, like the wanton creature on the screen, to suck his cock. It still amazed the virgin to think that a woman would actually do a thing like that for a man . . . and enjoy it! The thought of watching a woman debasing herself like that between his thighs made his cock throb eagerly in his pants. He patted his cock absently and murmured: "Down, boy! It's only a movie!"
He had not intended his words for any ears by his own. But Tom caught his frustsrated exclamation.
"Only a movie, hell!" Tom seldom swore, but watching the film had roused him to daring speech as well as daring thoughts. "Don't forget, Robbie . . . it wasn't only a movie when they were making this flick! That chick really did what it looks like she's doing up there! And there's lots more hot ladies like her around! Let me tell you!"
She was nibbling the man's cock-tip with abandoned hunger. Her lips worked loosely, fluttering over the whole surface of the stiff cock. The man's grunts filled the room. Robbie felt the desire in his balls more than ever now, yet still he could not resist replying to his friend's cock-sure commentary.
"Oh yeah? What do you know about it? Have you ever come across any of them? Or are you just blowing it out your ass again?" He knew he was being pretty harsh with his buddy, but he was in no mood to listen to empty bragging. The frustration the film was arousing in him, was making him feel desperate.
Tom too was preoccupied with the hot throbbing in his loins. Normally he might have been offended by Robbie's rough skepticism. At the moment, it took only a very distant second place to the raunchy reality on the screen. No, he had not come across any of those kinds of ladies, but he sure wanted to. Tom knew he was ripe and ready for the wet caresses of a supple, seething cunt.
"Don't fuck with me, Robbie," he said halfheartedly. His concentration was with the blonde on the screen,, His fingers were experimenting with his fly. At last he threw caution to the winds.
Robbie did not miss the sound of his friend's zipper coming down. It was all the encouragement he needed. Quickly, he followed Tom's lead. His eager hand gripped his pulsing cock. He sighed. That felt so much better already!
By mutual silent consent, the boys now kept their eyes focused exclusively on the screen. Each allowed himself to become thoroughly absorbed in the erotic fantasies inspired by the lusty, big-titted blonde who was sucking cock with such fierce abandon.
Robbie tried to imagine what it must be like to feel hot lips sliding tightly up and down his hardened cock. He knew it would have to be something sensational, yet he knew he could not grasp the total thrill of it until it had really happened to him.
The blonde was a sexy-looking woman. It would be all right with him if his first lover looked just like her. There was already something familiar about the way her large breasts stood out proudly from her chest, about the way her voluptuous ass wriggled. Her big blue eyes and pouting lips made him feel friendly toward her, affectionate even, as if he had known her a long, long time.
He watched spellbound as she at last raised her head from the man's cock and smiled into the camera. She smiled at the man. Her hand closed tauntingly around his cock. "Your cock tasted wondeful, handsome. But I want to screw you now. Is that okay, baby?"
Her pouty lips protruded even farther than before as she straddled his loins and grazed his cock-tip against her cunt-slit. She seemed almost to be mocking him as she asked his permission to screw him. But there was no mockery in the way her features went slack as she reveled in the rubbery pressure of his cock against her cunt-lips.
Impatient to get on with it, the man thrust his loins upward. His cock rammed against her pussy, but did not find its way inside. Still, he groaned in mounting ecstasy. "Go ahead, baby! Screw yourself on my cock! I want you to do it to me!"
Her eyes gleamed in response to his raw challenge. She squirmed her ass and shoved her cunt down hard onto his cock. Her blue eyes seemed to get bluer and wider. Her mouth fell open in shocked ecstasy.
"Aaaaahhhhh . . . fuck-k-k! . . . Your cock feels so damned good in meeeee!"
There was a jarring contrast between the excitement of the woman's behavior and the revelation that suddenly struck Robbie. Something about the way her face looked, when she took the cock to the hilt inside her pussy, made the connection for him. He realized that the woman reminded him of his mother-big round tits and ass. Blue eyes. Generous mouth. Friendly, yet oddly challenging grin. It all clicked.
The boy's hand shook as he stroked his hard cock. It seemed horribly perverted to be watching a woman riding some guy's cock, and to be thinking she sure was a lot like his mother. Yet the boy felt weak all over. The woman in the film was so sexy, so exciting. His mother . . . though he hated to admit it in connection with anything so depraved as what he was watching, he knew he had never met a lady he thought was as beautiful as his mom. Though the woman on the screen was prettry spectacular, she still ranked second-best where Robbie was concerned.
Embarrassed by the lurid turn his thoughts were taking, Robbie started to look over at Tom to see if the other boy might somehow have guessed what he was thinking, or recognized the resemblance between the actress and Robbie's mother. He caught only a quick glimpse of Tom's strained face and working hand. His eyes turned abruptly back to the screen. Tom had thoughts for nothing but himself. He must not violate his friend's private ecstasy, and he need not worry that his secret had been discovered.
It made him feel a little better to know that the forbidden thought had gone no farther than his own head, yet still he felt uncomfortable with it. He fought to drive it from his head, yet it lingered there. As he watched the blonde squirm her ass up and down over the stiff, impaling cock, he was seeing his mother. Wrong as he knew it to be, he could not get over the fascinating connection. He would never have allowed himself to think about how his mother made love. What he was watching on the screen was like getting a lewd fantasy demonstration. His cheeks blushed a bright red, partly from embarrassment at his shocking boldness, partly from the animal heat rising to crisis proportions in his young loins.
"Holy cripes!" he muttered. His fingers were getting stiff from his arduous efforts over his swollen cock, yet he could not give himself any rest. The pleasure was getting too good. He was no longer in control of how much pressure, how much arousal he would allow himself. His body had taken control over his rational mind. His body was taking what it needed, what it longed for.
Tom's voice reached Robbie's ears as though from a great distance. "You're not just kidding! Look at her go! She really knows how to screw, doesn't she? Man . . .look at her ..."
The seething urgency in the other fifteen-year-old's voice was exactly tuned to Robbie's own. It seemed to Robbie that the blonde too was getting as excited as they were. Her eyes were fixed in a glassy stare as she propped herself on her palms on either side of the man's chest, and slammed her pussy down onto his cock time after time.
"God, I love to screw! I love to screw you, honey! Your big cock makes me feel, so fine!"
Her lewd language at once provoked the man tc greater efforts. He grabbed hold of her writhing hips and thrust his cock up into her cunt at his own exacting tempo. She groaned and wailed, and slowly gave up her mastery over the situation. She let herself be screwed the way the man wanted it. She let herself ride the building waves of pleasure to the point where she could do nothing but open her pussy to the continuing onslaught of pleasure. Strength and coherence had both deserted her. "Uuuuuuhhh . . . aaaaahhhhh . . .!"
Robbie had never been so excited in his whole young life. He had never felt so good, had never been so aware of the lurid potential of awakened sexuality. His only regret was that it was all fantasy. The boy felt impatient to get some real experience under his belt. He was sick of daydreaming about what it must be like for other people. His cock wanted to feel the warm welcome of a woman's mouth and pussy!
"Holy shit! Uuhh! I think she's going to cum!"
From the sound of the urgency in his voice, it was clear that Tom too was about to cum. Robbie watched the woman's face grow very animated as she struggled to travel the last little way up to the peak of pleasure. Her features seemed to collapse at the moment she began to bellow out her success. At the moment of climax, she reminded Robbie again of his mother, and he felt a harsh, forbidden surge of pleasure in his balls.
"Ooooohhh . . .God-d-d . . . I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" Her shriek was a long, eerie cry of lingering passion, slowly dying.
Before the sound had faded completely, Robbie felt the pressure in his cock burst the bounds of his anxious arousal. "Uuuhh . . . man!" He closed his eyes long enough to savor the perverse thrill of what he had just done. The sounds of his friend's climax resounded like background music behind the more immediate sensations of the sated pleasure ricocheting through him. By the time Robbie opened his eyes again, the screen was flashing blurbs of geometric light that signaled the end of the reel.
It was a short while before Tom turned on the den light, enough time to allow the boys to collect themselves. They grinned sheepishly at one another as Tom carefully replaced the film in its can.
"Your dad got any more of those?" Robbie demanded eagerly.
"Not that I've been able to find. He'd kill me if he knew I'd been looking at this one!"
"Why? Does your dad want you to grow up dumb?" Robbie was feeling good, high-spirited and cocky.
Tom looked at his friend as if he had just lost his mind. "And your dad wouldn't mind, I suppose, if he knew you were watching his sexy movies?"
"I don't think he has any."
"Well, let me tell you . . . if he did, you wouldn't know about it. Not if he could help it. Grown-ups don't come right out and tell kids about things like this. Kids have to dig them out for themselves."
Robbie still felt a need to defend himself. "My dad and I have had lots of talks about sex."
"Yeah? What kind? About VD. Love and marriage. Responsible screwing. Right?"
"Something like that."
"Does your dad ever point out to you a foxy-looking chick and tell you he'd like to ball her?"
All of Robbie's defenses were up. Indirectly, his friend had just slurred his mother! "Don't be stupid, Tom. Dad's got Mom. She's plenty enough woman for him. She's beautiful!"
"Yeah . . .she is beautiful. But that doesn't mean your old man doesn't get himself a little on the side."
Robbie was beginning to wonder if he should slug his friend. "Do you wanna take that back?"
"Come on, Robbie, face up to life. Things like that go on. I heard my mom and dad arguing about that one night. Seems Dad's been poking one of the secretaries at work. I don't know how Mom found out about it, but Dad was sure working to protect his ass!"
Robbie stared at his friend, dumbfounded. He did not understand how Tom could talk so casually about things like that. If he ever thought his dad was doing anything to hurt his mom, he would take it very personally. He would not think of it just as a piece of intriguing gossip. He told Tom so.
"Look, Robbie. It's great that you want to protect your mom and all. But grown-ups have to take care of their own lives. There's nothing us kids can do about them. Except keep out of the way of trouble, as much as we can. Jeez, I hope I got this can back in here right. Dad's the kind of guy who notices little details like that."
Robbie decided it was time for him to go home. It was getting late, and even though he had told his folks he would be spending the evening with Tom, he did not want his mom to worry about him. No matter what Tom said, Robbie wanted to take care of his mom the best way he knew how.
It bothered him that, all the way back to his house, he kept seeing images of the wanton blonde sucking the big guy's cock. Only now, she looked exactly like his mom.