Walter Ellison - Hot like mom

The sun was shining brightly on this beautiful July morning. The air was filled with the odors of flowers and tomatoes which the residents of this small town were sowing. Mary Pussie stood on the corner of Vine and Turner Avenue in Sexton, Pennsylvania. Mary was a police crossing guard. She liked her job in the summer but she saw fewer children. During the cold winter months it was lousy standing out in the cold directing traffic. In the summer months, though, it was good to be alive.

She had a busy corner and so was kept on the force during the summer months when summer school was in session. Mary enjoyed her job. She had gown up in this town and knew just about everyone. Everyone liked her and she liked thorn. The town knew their kids were safe in Mary's hands. That was what bothered Mary. For some time now she has been having weird fantasies. She had been fighting against naughty impulses.

Mary was a virgin. She had been raised in a strict puritanical home. Her father was a tyrant and her mother was a mouse who always warned Mary about men and their vices. So, at twenty-two, Mary had no steady boyfriend and very few men friends. Her only real friends were the teenage boys who passed her each day on their way to school. They liked her and would talk and joke with her. She was a pal, not an authority figure. Mary liked the boys too, maybe too much!

Her dreams had been filled with guys. In the dreams the boys would band together and carry her away to their hideout and do sexy things to her! When she awoke from these dreams. Her body would be on fire and she would be in need of release.

Mary knew practically nothing about sex. She knew that a man and woman went to bed together, but what they really did there, well, her education had not supplied her with the answer. She knew that her life was empty and that she was missing out on something.

Mary cut a striking figure when she stood in the middle of the road with her arms outstretched to hold back the cars so her little friends could get safely to school. Mary had blonde hair which was piled on her head in a mass of golden ringlets. She was tall and thin, but quite sexy-looking, especially in her tight blue police skirt which came several inches above her knees.

Once in a while some of the boys would joke around with Mary. In passing, they would pat her on her well-rounded ass. She would look startled at first and then thinking it to be innocent by-play. But these incidents fed her night dreams and daydreams. Those nail pats would become full blown caresses in her reveries.

She hated herself for thinking the filthy thoughts, but they would not leave her alone. She became obsessed with the possibility of engaging in a sexual union with one of the boys! But what if she got caught? What if the boy squealed on her? Could she trust any of them? Could she get away with it?

The need within her was growing. Soon she would not question whether it was good for her or not; she would do it and let the chips fail where they may.

Her mother had always said that men were evil, but she had never warned her about boys!

The opportunity that Mary had been waiting for soon presented itself. Some of the boys had invited her to their clubhouse when she could get off work. They told her that they felt like she was one of them. Mary felt very good inside when the boys told her this, and she said she would love to come to a meeting at their clubhouse.

"The meeting will now come to order," Johnny Hayes was saying.

Mary sat in the back and watched the ritual with interest. The boys dispensed with their business and broke out the bottles of liquor.

"I think we should have a party to celebrate the presence of Miss Pussie," Johnny told the others.

They all agreed.

Paper cups were filled with whiskey and passed around. Mary had never had straight whiskey before and she gagged a few times before she finally swallowed it down. The other boys were definitely used to this form of drinking. They swallowed the whiskey in nearly one gulp. In time, the alcohol began doing its job, lessening their inhibitions but not yet numbing them. Even Mary began to feel more free. She looked wound at the six boys and licked her lips. She began imagining being violated by each one of them in barn. Slit could ace herself lying on her back on the floor and the boys doing to her anything they wanted.

One of the boys, Fred, had to take a piss. Ho strolled over to the corner of the shack where they had a bucket on the floor for that purpose. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Mary turned around when she heard the trickle of urine hitting the side of the bucket. She was embarrassed at first but found that she couldn't take her eyes off the boy. She had never before seen a prick and her curiosity was aroused.

"Is that his thing?" Mary asked Johnny. "Yes. Haven't you ever seen one before?"

"Frankly, no," Mary giggled.

"Fred, come here!" Johnny called out.

The boy was beginning to put his cock back in his pants.

"Leave your dick out," Johnny told him.

The boy stood near Mary.

"Is it called a dick?" Mary asked in a humble manner.

"Some people call it a dick, a cock, a prick, or a penis, as they call it in biology," Johnny said, enjoying the reversal of roles. It was as if he were the adult and she the child in need of instruction.

The boy held his cock in his fingers and waved it in front of the crossing guard's nose. The boy's prick began to swell and Mary gasped.

"It's getting bigger!" she exclaimed.

"Of course," Johnny said. "It gets bigger when it wants to fuck."

Mary had heard that word once or twice in her life. She wasn't exactly sure what it meant. She did know, however, that it was a bad word.

"Put it in your mouth," Fred said to Mary.

"What? But you just used it to go to the bathroom. It's dirty," Mary said.

"Naw, it ain't dirty," Johnny told her. "Go on, put it in your mouth."

She believed Johnny. She viewed him as a teacher. He wouldn't lie to her. She parted her lips and moved her head forward. The boy moved forward and steered his swelling piece of meat between her luscious lips. He pushed all the way into her mouth. Mary opened her eyes in surprise. She had only expected that he would put his cock into her mouth for a few seconds and then withdraw it. She began to pull away but Johnny took hold of her head and held her in place. Fred then began fucking her moist mouth with his growing spear. The thing began swelling and soon was a hefty mouthful for the crossing guard.

"Uggghhhh." Mary moaned.

"Shhhhhhh." Johnny told her. "Suck on it like it was a lollipop and promise you something beautiful will happen and you'll enjoy it."

Again the woman believed the boy. She began sucking on the big cock which was moving in and out of her mouth. The boy began panning, and as his movements increased, he seemed to be trying to ram his cock down her throat.

Mary, her eyes closed, her mouth full of cock, waited. She felt the bulging thing in her mouth throbbing and pulsing and then the boy groaned and she felt his thing spewing something into her mouth. To keep from choking, she swallowed. Some of the stuff escaped from her mouth via the corners of her lips. The boy shoved several times, burying his cock deeper into her mouth.

"Wow!" Fred said when he drew his semen- and saliva-soaked cock from her mouth.

Johnny let go of Mary's head. Mary looked up at the boy. Semen was trickling down her chin.

"Wasn't that nice?" Johnny asked the crossing guard.

Although she didn't understand what had just taken place, she said yes. In a way it had been nice. It was also educational. She had learned that the male's cock spits when it gets highly excited in a woman's mouth.