Brian Laver: Mom was best

Bill concentrated on the way she used her tongue on his cock-head. She would brush the wet surface back and forth on the bottom of the prick, then run it all around the big knob. He kept lifting his head to look, but his raging lust made him throw his head back down on the pillow. His arms were flailing the sheets and his legs jerked.

To increase the almost unbearable pleasure, the whore was slipping her hand up along the inside of his thigh and tickling the area under his balls. If Bill hadn't jerked off several times earlier that night be would be filling her mouth with jism now, but as it was, be was building slowly to a towering climax.

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

Through his delirious pleasure, Bill decided that he wanted to come in this whore's cunt rather than in her mouth. After all, he wanted to lose his virginity and he wasn't sure if it would count to get only a blow-job.

He clutched at her head and tried to pull her off him.

"I-I-I want t-t-to f-f-f…" he managed.

She slipped her lips from around his cock and flopped down next to him. Bill frantically scrambled up and got between her legs. He thrust his hips, and his prick stabbed at her pussy, but the first lunge missed. He felt his prick bounce off her plump mound, drag through some coarse hair and slide up her belly.

He tried again, but the same thing happened. His juices were already beginning to surge, and he only had a few seconds before he would overflow with ecstasy and cream. In his desperation, be began making wild pokes at her crotch, but he wasn't hitting her cunt. The whore tried to help by grabbing his plunging prick and pulling it to her hole, but that only had the effect of holding his loose skin while Bill pulled and pushed his bone, and it made him come even sooner.

When Bill felt his prick burn with the joy of coming, be stabbed it into her crotch and rubbed it on whatever be could. His jism began covering her thighs and muff as his prick bounced around in the general area of her cunt. His hips pumped madly and he was engulfed in bliss even though be was off target. The whore squeezed her heavy thighs around his cock and that felt good. He stopped shooting finally, and rested on the comfort of her chubby body.

Bill wanted to rest a while, but the woman wiggled out from under him. She got off the bed, mopped up the spilled cream and began getting dressed.

"DO you have to go already?" he asked. "I thought we could try again."

"Do you want to go again?" She smiled at him and her eyebrows shot up. Then she looked serious, and said, "It'll cost you another twenty."

Bill thought about it for a minute, them told her to forget it. He thought he'd be better off waiting until he was sure he could have a great orgasm. He was running out of jism and money. He watched her finish dressing and waddle out of the room.

He wasn't sure if he was still a virgin or not, but he suspected that he was. It didn't matter, because he was still determined to get fucked properly as soon as he could. He promised himself that the very next day he would try again, and be more careful. Still, be did have fun. The whore was all right and he had broken new ground. He felt that a new life was beginning for him.

Bill fell asleep thinking about the near fucking he'd gotten, but in his dreams be did better, and the old whore was transformed into a gorgeous, voluptuous chick who looked very much like his mother.

Bill woke early, but stayed in bed. He thought about what his next move should be in the quest for pussy, but be couldn't make up his mind. He'd spent so much money already that he wasn't sure if he could afford to get another whore and spend another night in a hotel too. At least not if he planned to eat.

He decided to check out and look around. He left his bag at the hotel, had breakfast and began walking. He headed for Forty-second Street. He looked into the shops, but was afraid to go in. He was only young and looked it. The movie posters looked good too and he was soon struggling with a hard-on that made walking more difficult.

The temptation was too great, and he decided be would go into one of the bookstores and see how long he would last. Before he could pick up a magazine, the owner threw him out. But he found that getting thrown out wasn't a big deal and he tried again.

The second time he was luckier. No one seemed to notice him and he flipped through the magazines until he thought he would come in his pants. There were pictures like he'd never seen before. The full-color shots of chicks with their cunts gaping open at the camera filled him with a craving stronger than he'd ever felt before. There were pictures of big cocks sunk in the juicy depths of willing cunts, and he tried to imagine that the pricks were his. A picture of a woman with a vibrator stuck in her twat reminded him of his mother even though he could only imagine her in a position like that.

The magazines were expensive, but he could afford a few. The thought of going somewhere with these fabulous treasures and jerking himself silly seemed like a fantastic way to spend an afternoon, but then he remembered that he was supposed to be trying to get laid. He could jerk off any time.

He noticed a sign that said Peep Show and an arrow pointing up a flight of stain. That seemed to be worth checking out, be figured. He went up and found a bunch of curtained doors. Going into one, he saw a coin slot. He put in a quarter. A window opened in front of his face and he was looking into a tiny worn. What he saw made his horny agony worse than anything so far.

There was a large turntable and on it a naked woman lay, gyrating and squirming as if there was a stud on her, plunging a huge cock up her twat. She slowly revolved, showing every angle of her body to the windows surrounding the room. Her legs, lifted and spread, were coming around to the window that Bill was peering through.

He pressed his nose to the glass and stared intently as her pussy came into view between her thighs. She lifted her hips and moved her legs around so Bill could get a glimpse of her slot, showing pink through her dark curls. When the turntable moved her twat out of sight, he concentrated on her tits shimmering with the lascivious gyrations of her body.

Bill looked around him and saw that he was hidden from view. What was to prevent him from pulling his prick out and jerking off? He decided he would, but as he wrapped his fist around his bulging cock, the window slammed shut. He had to fish another quarter out of his pocket. When the window opened again, he had just missed the best view and would have to wait until it came around again.

He decided that it would be best to hit his climax while staring at the chick's cunt and that would take careful coordination. He began stroking while be imagined himself humping away at that gorgeous body. The cunt came around and Bill studied it while speeding up his stroking. He would be ready to come on the next revolution, and he was ready.

It was interesting to see the woman from every angle. He looked over the top of her head, past her wobbling tits to the top of her muff. As she turned, he studied the way her tits seemed to change shape when seen from various angles. Now her crotch was turning toward him and he hurried his pumping along.

He was getting wild with lust and his jism was going to fly just in time. The leg that hid the view began to pass through his line of sight and her twat came into view. Bill strained his eyes to look into that cunt. Her hips were rising and falling and he could see every hair. The crack appeared as a dark fine and Bill pretended he could feel his cock spreading those lips.