Brian Laver: Mom was best

The sight of that weird fucking made the others even more wild with horniness than they had been. Mother boy stepped up and turned her face to the side, facing his prick. As soon as Sue felt his pulsing cock-head touch her lips, she opened her mouth by sheer instinct and took the cock in.

Sue was oblivious to everything except the three pricks in her. It was pure heaven to feel every hole of her body stuffed with young, eager meat.

The kids with their rods in the twin entrances of her crotch could feel each other's pricks through the thin membrane that separated the two chambers. That sensation made fucking that gorgeous creature even more fabulous than it would have been otherwise. And the prick in her mouth was getting an expert blow-job. She was taking the cock deep into her throat, sucking hard as she let it slide back out. The boy had never felt such sensations before.

Bill watched everything that happened to his mother. He was so proud of her that he hoped they all knew that she was his mom. The sight of her being used that way made him horny too, and he grabbed his prick and began to jerk it. Several others were jacking off too, and jism was flying all over the room.

As one boy fell away from one of those holes, another would take his place. A few of the guys were getting seconds, and they all wanted to try each of those orifices. Her asshole was loose enough, and lubricated with jism, to become easy for the guys to shove their cocks in there, and her cunt was oozing cream, but her muscles were strong and they kept giving each new prick firm grasps.

She could feel her stomach filling with hot cum. Her cunt and asshole were just a hot blur of intense pleasure now, and she wanted to keep it that way. With effort, she concentrated on her crotch and became aware of thick fluid oozing down her thighs.

The fucking went on and on until finally she had out-fucked them all. Some of her holes were going without filling for minutes at a time. Kids were sitting with their backs resting on a wall, breathing hard, their cocks limp. Bill had taken several turns too, and even he was limp.

Finally there were no more replacements, and Sue slumped to the floor. The emptiness was a disappointment after all that fucking, and she tried to ask for more, but all she could manage were incoherent mumbles. She laid there in a heap, jism drooling from all her holes as the guys began to get dressed. Bill and Larry helped dress the fucked-out woman.

"I-I'll be okay," she finally managed. "Just let me rest. You better get back to school."

They covered her with her coat, and left. Sue remained there for a long time thinking about the wonderful experience. She was determined to take the job as the resident ghost, and gloried in her new role as a yearly tradition.