Walter Ellison

Hot like mom

CHAPTER ONE

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.

CHAPTER TWO

"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.

Johnny gave her a towel and she wiped her lips with it.

"There's more," Johnny told her.

"More to what?" she wanted to know.

"To fucking and sucking," the boy said.

Mary was excited and definitely wanted to know more. She was ashamed of herself. She was twenty-two years old and these teenage boys knew more of life than she did! How ignorant she felt. She had to learn more from these experts. She would become a willing pupil. She would do anything they wanted.

"Why don't you take off your clothes, Miss Pussie," Johnny said.

"My clothes?" Mary said, slightly startled by the lewd suggestion.

"Yes," Johnny said. "Well take off our clothes and compare our private parts."

"Oh, yeah," Mary said, not wanting to appear embarrassed or ashamed. After all, they all accepted it without being prudish!

The whole group undressed quickly. Mary was a little slower since she had more clothes. The boys helped her off with her uniform and her bra. She hesitated before she began to take off her panties.

"Show us your cunt," one of the boys said.

Mary was a little taken aback at the way this whole thing was turning out. A word formed itself in her mind – hussy. She wasn't sure of the literal meaning of the word but her father had used it in describing a certain kind of wanton woman. Somehow she knew that at this moment she fit her father's description. Here she was almost naked in front of a group of naked boys!

Her fingers slid into the waistband of her pretty pink panties and began inching them down over her well-rounded hips. When her bush appeared the boys whistled. She was alarmed and proud at the same time. They liked her body, obviously.

Naked now, she looked at each of the naked boys. Her eyes devoured their well-muscled bodies. She hungrily looked at each boy's cock. Her mind filled with all of her private fantasies. She wanted cock. She wanted it in her mouth. She wanted it now.

"Johnny," the girl said. "I would like to suck on each of your cocks."

"Wow!" Johnny exclaimed. "Get in line, boys!"

The boys gathered into a line and began whispering and joking among themselves. What luck! Their own private police crossing guard, symbol of authority to millions of boys and girls, was going to suck them all off!

Mary went to her knees, as she had been taught. She looked up at the first boy, her eyes glazed with wicked desire. She opened her mouth obscenely and the boy fed his swelling prick into it. Her lips closed around the rod and her tongue trailed over the tip. The cock swelled into a lance and the boy involuntarily began to fuck the crossing guard's wonderful mouth. Mary passively accepted the mouth fucking with genuine glee. This is how she had been taught that it was. This was sucking. For a fleeting moment, she wondered what fucking was.

With a quiver and a long groan, the boy began to empty his semen into the crossing guard's greedily gulping mouth. Mary didn't want to lose a drop of the precious fluid this time. She wanted to taste every drop of this glorious liquid. She was acquiring a taste for semen.

As the boy drew his shrinking cock from her mouth, Mary felt a little disappointed. She would have liked to suck on the instrument all day long. She felt like a baby with a pacifier when she was sucking dick. She felt content and happy. Yet somewhere inside her there was a feeling of emptiness which gnawed at her vitals. The boys seemed to be happy and relieved after their orgasms. But nothing happened fat her! No white liquid squirted out of her cunt. Convulsions of joy did not shake her body.

The next boy in line moved in front of Mary, who was still kneeling humbly on the floor of the clubhouse. The boy looked down at the crossing guard, his eyes full of adoration for the woman. This was a religious moment for, the lad. True, he had been sucked before – by his sister and a girl on the block – but never by a mature woman, a police woman at that!

Mary opened her mouth for the boy and he guided his swollen prong inside.

"Ooooooo," the boy sighed as his cock entered the warm moistness of the police woman's semen-stained mouth. She held the boy by his thighs as he began pumping in and out of her mouth. A strange glow started between her thighs and began spreading through her tummy and down her legs. Her critical sense was vanishing, she no longer paid any attention to the whisperings of the boys. Her eyes closed and she became lost in this new and weird experience. She moved her hand down between her thighs. Her finger touched her vulva. A pleasant sexual feeling flowed through her pussy and her fingers stroked through her swollen pussy lips and touched her clitoris. Shock waves of pleasure surged through her groin when she played with her clitoris, and so she kept her fingers on that spot. It was lovely!

Mary wondered if this was how the boys felt before they squirted? The cock in her mouth was dangerously close to going down her throat. The boy didn't seem to care about her predicament. He was ramming in and out of her mouth as if she were a piece of furniture with a hole in it. But the punishment her mouth was receiving made her even more excited. Even though the boy was hurting her mouth and throat, her pussy was hot with desire. She found herself secretly wanting the boy to shove his prick down her throat and choke her!

Her fingers were busily playing with her wet cunt as the boy's movements became more rapid and jerky. She had learned that these were signs of the approaching orgasm. With a grunt and one last shove the boy buried his prick deep into Mary's throat. His come spurted down her gullet as her face turned blue from lack of oxygen. Mary fell sideways to the floor, and the boy's cock came out of her mouth with an audible pop. And as Mary hit the floor, her busy fingers brought about her first orgasm.

"Ooohhh… aaahhhgggmmmm…" Mary moaned.

CHAPTER THREE

Johnny helped Mary to her knees. Another boy needed servicing, and this was no time for her to quit. She looked at Johnny with eyes that said she had just experienced a glorious feeling.

"You came," Johnny told her. "Like us when we shoot our wad."

"Wow!" Mary exclaimed. "That was truly beautiful!"

"Do him now," Johnny told Mary.

The girl positioned herself on her knees again in front of the boy. This time she took hold of the cock and guided it into her mouth. As soon as the thing touched the inner moistness of her mouth it began to swell. It took only a few moments for Mary's sucking mouth to make the boy come. He filled her mouth with juicy come. Mary swallowed every delicious drop.

She sucked off the last boy and then everyone sat around and rested. The boys praised her on her sucking ability. They told her that she was the best blowjob in town. Mary felt proud of herself. These boys had made a woman of her. They had taught her what her mouth was for. They taught her all about sucking.

Johnny said that as soon as they rested they would teach her about fucking. She could hardly wait. They promised to show her what her cunt was for.

Mary was lying on a blanket which the boys had placed on the floor. Johnny knelt over her face and let his cock rest upon her lips.

"Suck me up," he said.

She took the tool into her mouth and sucked it until it grew to be about seven inches long. The boy then moved down the woman's body, placing his rod against her virginal hole.

"Oh, no!" she cried. "You can't put that in there! My father said never let a man put anything in there!"

"Shhhhh," Johnny said. "I'm not a man, number one. Number two, you do want to learn about fucking don't you?"

"Y-yes," Mary answered, her voice quavering. "But I can't let you, I can't!"