When Bill woke the morning after his orgy with Sara and Joan, all he was aware of was the tremendous pain in his head. He couldn't even get up. He seemed to be alone, then he remembered the girls getting up earlier and saying something about the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building, but be had heard all that through a daze, and he wasn't sure what it meant.
The girls! Suddenly Bill remembered them. The night before slowly came back to him, but it was confused and blurry. He remembered meeting them and going to the Village. Then things got vague. He tried to concentrate, but his hangover was a doozy. He was mainly interested in trying to remember if he fucked them. He thought and thought, and bits of memory began to come back to him.
The image of Joan standing naked in the door came back to him, but it seemed so fantastic that he wasn't sure it could be true. It took a while, but things began to fall into place. There was some black underwear in his mind suddenly. He forced himself up on an elbow and looked around. He saw the black bra and panties still strewn on the floor and he thrilled to the realization that at least that memory was correct.
Then he tried to remember more, but it was hard to recall those events. He thought that when he felt better he would remember – meanwhile, he let his imagination go. After a while it was impossible to separate reality from fantasy. He could almost see one of those girls sitting on his cock and he thought he could remember getting – was it possible? – a blow-job.
Bill thought that a good breakfast might help the way he felt and his memory, so he struggled out of the bed. He was pretty wobbly on his feet, but he threw some cold water on his face and that helped. When he came out of the bathroom, the black undies attracted his eye again.
He picked up the panties and suddenly felt a wave of horniness came over him. Could he have gotten fucked and lie the very next morning? Yes, be decided. That was no clue. A kinky impulse grabbed him and he lifted the undies to his nose. The odor of pussy filled his head. Not only did that increase his lust, but it gave him an idea.
He smelled his finger and found the same odor there. That at least proved he had gotten somewhere with those chicks. He tried to bend down low enough to sniff his cock, but he couldn't get close enough to get a reading, so he just skipped the idea.
Bill got dressed and left the hotel in search of a place to cat. The light outside was blinding and he wandered around in a daze before the smell of frying bacon led him to a seat in a crowded coffee shop. He decided to go back to the hotel later to find the girls again. Not only would he find out if he'd scored, but he would try to get more, and the next time he would be sure to remember.
The breakfast did make him feel better, but when he went out on the street again a terrible thought hit him. He wasn't sure he knew what hotel he'd been in. He thought there was nothing to worry about. He would merely backtrack and find the place. But when he tried, he found that he wasn't even sure which way he had come on that street to get to the coffee shop.
A sinking feeling descended upon him as he realized he might never see those girls again. It was bad enough not being able to get another crack at them, but now he wasn't even sure if he was still a virgin or not. Frustration added to his already, agonized head. Then he remembered that the girls had said something about the Empire State Building, and he figured they must be planning to go there. He could go to the top and simply wait. They were bound to show up sometime that day, if he hadn't already missed them.
Well, it was the only chance he had. Either that, or go to the Statue of Liberty, but there would be too big a chance of missing them there. He headed toward Fifth Avenue, then turned downtown. The huge building loomed in front of him from twenty blocks away. He hurried so he wouldn't miss them. He had just enough for the admission to the observation tower. He was left with one thin dime to his name.
It was a clear day, and the view was spectacular, but the girls weren't there. Bill hung around for hours and there were a lot of great-looking chicks, but he felt too down to talk to any of them, and Joan and Sara didn't show. Bill's stomach began to growl before long, and he began to despair of finding them. He didn't have enough money to do anything, including eat. Of course, he could go home, but he wasn't ready to do that yet.
He decided to go up to his buddy Joe's place and on the way, leave a note for his mother in her mailbox. She must have heard that he left school, and he didn't want her to worry. Joe would give him something to eat, and Bill might even be able to stay there if his parents weren't home.
It was a long way to his own neighborhood, but with only a dime in his pocket, there was no choice but to hoof it. Joe would be getting borne from school soon, and Bill would drop that last dime in a phone to make sure Joe was home and his mother wasn't before he went up.
When he reached his apartment building he borrowed a pencil from the doorman and left a note in his mother's box. Then he went to a phone and called Joe. As he dialed, he almost flipped to see Mr. Borden come out of his building. Well, now his mother knew for sure. Mr. Borden didn't notice him as he passed by and Bill thought he looked a bit glassy-eyed.
Joe answered the phone and said his mother wasn't there and that Bill should come right up. It was nice seeing his old friend again. He told Joe all about leaving Persy and what had happened since. When he told him about the two girls, he didn't want to admit that he couldn't remember much about what had happened, so he made up a pretty good story. Joe had a hard-on while he listened, but if Bill had realized his story wasn't as good as the truth, if he could only remember it, he would have had a hard-on too.
When Bill told Joe that he was broke, but not ready to go home Joe offered to hide him out in his place. His parents would be coming home, but if Bill came back after they went to bed he could sleep in the big closet off the living room. They arranged a place for Bill to sleep on a wide sheif in there and it looked real cozy.
Bill borrowed a few dollars from his buddy when dinner time approached. They planned for Bill to show up at midnight. Now Bill was faced with about six hours to kill with only a few bucks to spend. He found a cheap double feature to see.
By the time he walked down to where the movie was playing, then back up to Joe's, it would be almost midnight.
The movies were pretty good; two westerns, one of which he'd seen before. The walk back uptown was nice. Being in the city completely on his own was new to him. By now, his mother would have found his note so she wouldn't be worried, and he had a nice, warm place to stay. The only thing that bothered him was that he still hadn't scored – or if he had, he couldn't remember it.
Joe had let the doorman in on their plot, so when Bill showed up, he let him in without ringing. Joe was waiting to slip him in and before long, Bill was alone irk his closet hideaway. It was dark and close in there, but he liked the peace and quiet, and it was exciting to have to hide. They had fixed him up a nice bed with blankets and a pillow so he had everything he needed. Well, almost everything. Bill realized that he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep without taking a leak first. He bated to take the chance of being discovered, but he had to. The apartment had been dark when he came in so he figured it was pretty safe.
He opened the door a crack and looked and listened. It seemed as if everyone was sleeping, so Bill decided not to dress. He moved through the dark naked, careful not to bump into anything. He knew where the bathroom was, but in the dark it wasn't all that easy to find. He finally made it though, and he decided to piss in the sink and then rinse it out so he wouldn't have to flush the toilet.
As he groped his way back to the closet be was suddenly covered with light. He froze, then looked around. He heard someone's steps; they were coming his way. He didn't want either of Joe's parents to find him standing naked in their living room in the middle of the night so he ducked behind the couch ag fast and quietly as he could.
He listened as someone walked through the room, then be heard the refrigerator opened in the kitchen.
"What are you doing, honey?" a woman's voice said.
"Couldn't sleep," Joe's father said. "I thought a snack might help."
"Good idea. I think I'll join you," his mother said.
Bill didn't like the idea of having to hide there behind the couch while those people had a snack, but he though he'd better. He peeked out again and saw Joe's mother standing in the kitchen. She was wearing a sheer nightgown, and he could see the outline of her body through it. If he wasn't in such a tight spot, he would have been really turned on by the sight. Even in his fear of being seen, his cock grew hard.
Bill listened to them eating for a while. They seemed to be sitting at the kitchen table and he decided to try for the closet. As quietly as he could, he crept from behind the couch and began to tip-toe across the room. He still had to pass by the door to the kitchen.
"I'll be right back," he heard Joe's mother say, then footsteps came toward the living room.
It was too late to go back to the couch and he couldn't make the closet in time. With his hard cock bouncing in front of him, Bill scrambled into the hallway that led to the bedrooms. He went into Joe's parents' room just in time.
Joe's mother went into the bathroom, and by the sound of things, she hadn't closed the door. Now Bill was trapped in their room. In his fear, he longed for the safety of his closet. As soon as the woman left the bathroom, he would dash back to the closet. But things didn't work out that way. Before Joe's mother left the bathroom, his father came back to the bedroom.
In a panic, Bill slipped into the bedroom closet. The closet door hadn't been closed tightly and he left it that way when he was inside. This closet wasn't, nearly as big as the other and be had to stand there surrounded by clothes. All he could think of was that he might have to stand there for the rest of the night and he couldn't think of a worse fate. Then he noticed that he could see the bed through the slightly opened door. Hie began to hope for the best.
Bill saw Joe's father take off his robe, and his heart almost stopped as he thought he might want to hang it in the closet. It would have been horrible to have been found in the living room, but in the closet would be ridiculous fortunately, the guy threw the robe on a chair and climbed into bed.
The toilet flushed and Joe's mother appeared, then threw her robe on the chair too. Bill gasped when he saw her standing there naked in front of him.
He knew his friend's mother and always thought she was a sharp chick, but he didn't realize how gorgeous she was. Her short brown hair made her neck look long and graceful. Her tits stuck out with the nicest bulge that Bill could imagine. Her belly was soft and smooth and fiat. Bill stared at her patch of curly hair until she slipped into bed and pulled the sheet over her.
The bedside light was still on, and he saw the woman put her head on her husband's shoulder. The man wrapped his arm around her and they kissed. Bill's prick stood straight and hard as he hoped he was in for a show. He was almost glad to be in their closet rather than the more comfortable one.
The sheet showed the movement beneath it well enough for Bill to see that the guy was messaging his wife's cunt. As they moved around, the sheet began to be pulled lower and lower, exposing their naked bodies inch by inch. Bill tried to keep his heavy breathing quiet as he wrapped his hand around his cock.
Bill would have given anything to be the one in bed with that chick, but he was going to enjoy watching. They were really getting into it now. The sheet had moved down far enough to expose the tits that were being caressed by the man's massaging fingers. Bill studied the way he held those loose piles of flesh so he could do the same as soon as he got his next chance.
The man slowly kissed his way down the woman's neck, over her chest and onto the soft tits. Bill could actually see the guy's tongue slip out and cover those tits with eager licks. Bill had never seen anyone suck a hard nipple with as much enthusiasm as Joe's father. The woman obviously loved it. She had her bead thrown back and her chest thrust out.
One tit almost disappeared entirely into the guy's mouth. Bill's own mouth was watering with hunger. He could hear the woman murmuring her delight.
"Oh, baby," she purred. "That feels sooooo good. Mmmmmm."
Her soft voice seemed to make the tit-sucking husband even more greedy. His head moved in frantic circles around those boobs. Then he squished them together and made figure eights with his tongue around them.
Bill loved watching that master tit-sucker at work, but he was ready for the next act. As if he were controlling the fuckers with his horny desires, the man kissed his way down the creamy underside of her tits and started down her stomach. He moved the sheet away as he advanced, showing Bill the slim, white body he was working on.
Bill pressed his face closer to the slot of light between the door and jamb and waited for her pussy to come into view. When Joe's father was licking the area just above his wife's cunt, he suddenly threw off the sheet. From his hiding place, Bill could see the curve of her carnal mound. It looked like a well-padded cunt, and Bill could almost imagine the plumped up lips on his hand.
The woman had her legs spread so Bill could see the smooth skin inside one of her thighs. Near the top of her thigh, where the hairs nearly reached, Bill thought he could see the dampness of her lubricating juice. She spread wider as her husband swiveled around his ass so be was lying with his head at her cunt and his hard cock at his wife's face.
He kissed around that hairy triangle, then the inner-thighs. Now Bill could see the crack in her pussy as it shone a shiny pink. His prick was jerking with desire. He remembered the whore he'd had the first night in the city and he remembered how nice it had been to hold her cunt in his hand and slide his fingers up her tunnel. Now he was just watching, but at least he knew what he was missing.
Joe's father finally stuck out his tongue and licked the slit. Bill saw the woman's tits quiver as she reacted to the lick. Her legs lifted around the man's head and partly obstructed Bill's view, but be could see enough. He knew that the guy was getting his tongue right up there and that the woman loved it. Bill remembered the smell on his fingers amid he almost drooled with the thought of having his own tongue up a soggy cunt.
The cunt-lapper's prick was beating a rhythm near his wife's face. She turned her head to face the fat dong and wrapped her hand around it. Then she smothered the cock with her wet mouth. Bill felt a pang of lust in his balls at the sight. He began to move the loose skin up and down over his bone.
The two on the bed were eating each other with such furious energy that Bill could hear their mouths working from his closet. When the guy crawled over his wife's body with his bead still stuck between her legs and his cock still in her mouth, Bill thought he was seeing the ultimate in sexual gymnastics. Joe's father put his arm under his wife's legs and pushed them up until her whole crotch rolled up toward his face. His head poked farther between her thighs until Bill was sure he must be licking her asshole.
The show was making Bill's body reel and he heard himself rustling the clothes around him. He tried to be more quiet as his fist moved faster over his prick. His eyes traveled back and forth from the cunt-lapping to the cock-sucking. He was amazed at bow the chick managed to get so much of that huge root into her mouth. Bill thought it must be sticking halfway down her throat.
As Bill tried to keep from rustling the clothes, he noticed that one of the garments was silky and smelled of perfume. He took his eyes from the fuckers just long enough to check out that sexy garment. It seemed to be one of Joe's mother's nightgowns. Bill pulled it down from the hook it had been hanging on, and held it to his warm body. He wrapped the silky fabric around his cock. The cool, slick material felt great, and knowing that it belonged to the chick be was watching getting her cunt lapped thrilled Bill.
He began rubbing his prick in the nightgown, but tried to go slowly. He didn't want to come before the list act of the show. Joe's mother was making passionate sounds around the cock in her mouth, and Bill let his own voice join hers. He kept it down though, so he wouldn't be heard. His cock was vibrating from the friction of the slinky nightgown he was rubbing it in, and the musty odor of perfume and feminine smells was exciting too.
Joe's father finally lifted his face from his wife's crotch. When he took his cock from her mouth and swiveled around again beside the woman, Bill got a good look at her cunt. It was waking wet and the curly hair was matted and her thighs were shining with the liquid. Bill could see the pink slot of her cunt as it was opened and waiting to be filled. He let his hand move a little faster as that sight made his breath come in heavy gasps.
The woman lifted one of her legs and her husband wrapped his legs around her other leg. That brought his cock to the wet mess of her crotch. Then the woman lifted her other leg too. Joe's father held her legs up while he slid his prick into that slippery swamp. Now Bill had a great view.
He could see the hair-fringed hole in the midst of her creamy ass and thighs. Joe's father's cock was plunging into the hot cavern, and his balls bounced around playfully. The sight really sent Bill into a fit of crazed passion. He let his hand free to slip the smooth material of the nightgown rapidly over his prick. The fabric was driving him wild as it tickled his tender cock-head mercilessly.
The woman was writhing and pumping as she was repeatedly lanced by her husband's big cock. Her voice rang out with wanton cries. Bill took in the sight through his own blinding passion. The nightgown was prolonging his pleasure, and if he could, he would have been howling with the ecstasy that he felt. With his eyes glued to the lewd fucking, Bill stroked the silky material over his prick with increasing lust.
When he heard Joe's father panting with his orgasm, Bill gave his prick the last few strokes that he needed to bring himself off. As the two fuckers on the bed contorted their bodies in the fire of orgasm, Bill was coming too. His jism was shooting into the silky garment wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help making a certain amount of noise, but be didn't have to worry about being beard by the fuckers because they were making more noise.
As Joe's parents rested, so did Bill in the closet. He hung up the soaking nightgown so the jism stains weren't too noticeable. He felt bad about making such a mess in that nightgown, and he figured Joe would be blamed, but in the heat of lust he figured he couldn't be held responsible for his actions.
Bill watched the guy's cock slip from that drenched pussy. The lovers pulled the sheet up over them and curled up, leaving Bill to his misery. Now he would have to stand there and wait for them to fall asleep before he could get away. He felt weak from his jerking off, but he had no choice but to stand there perfectly still. It was tough, but he had had a great view of a fuck.
When he could hear both sleepers snoring softly, Bill slipped out of the closet, out of the room, and got back into his hiding place. It felt so good to lie down that he was asleep before be knew it. All night he dreamed of the sights he'd seen since be got to the big city. When he awoke in the morning it took him a while to remember where he was.
The first thing he remembered was the fuck he'd watched the night before and that gave him a clue.
Boy! It seemed like a long time since he'd been just another student at good old Persy.
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry that I left school, but I was going to be expelled anyway. It seems that every time I turn around, I get into trouble. I am staying with a friend, and I don't want you to worry, that's why I'm leaving you this note. I'll come home in a few days.
Love, Bill
Sue's eyes watered as she read the note. Bill was really a sweet kid, and she couldn't be mad at him. She did wish he would come home, though.
It was getting hard for Sue to think about Bill in the way she always had. Now it seemed that every time she pictured him in her mind, she concentrated on his crotch. She thought of his face as if she were seeing it from a few inches away, moving to her to plant a kiss on her lips.
Sue got a wet cunt every, time she thought of that kid. Most of the time the thought would get her so horny that she would have to stick a finger between the lips of her twat and relieve her raging lust. She seriously wondered if she would be able to control herself when she saw him next.
Thoughts of Bill would lead to thoughts of her father, and she would be caught up in a dilemma of incestuous confusion. She was getting desperate and thought she'd better get some advice on the subject. She dreaded having someone tell her that she'd better keep her hands off her son, but if someone would tell her to go ahead, all the barriers would disappear and she could seduce Bill and fuck herself silly.