Digging a Bigger Hole
A fan fiction of; Holes by Louis Sachar
Chapter 1
Stanley was sitting in his room, bored as always. It was night and he was laying in bed. He was having slight flashbacks of Camp Green Lake that weren't quite clear. Then he saw Zero. He got excited. He got a big shaft on his shovel. He thought about how fast he could dig holes on the outskirts of the compound. Faster and faster until he could dig nevermore. Stanley was feeling a bit, naughty. He thought about Armpit's shovel and then Zero's once again. "What if Zero can dig a bigger hole but faster, like Armpit's!" He could no longer contain himself, he held his mouth and splooshed everywhere. An abnormal blue liquid flew out of Stanley's mouth, he felt a wave confusion. "He'd never splooshed like that before", he thought. But he finally ended is fantasy session and drifted to sleep, in a soaked, wet bed.
It's august, school had started, and the screams of excited children filled the Friday air. Stanley walked his usual route home, alone. He had no friends, even after the endeavor. The court case spread rumors like wildfire, and he was deserted. No one wanted to be Stanley's friend but that didn't matter, he could have his fantasies whenever he desired. The thought made Stanley very wild, so he sped up his walking. At his house, he ran to his bedroom, ignoring his father (taking his nap downstairs), and his mother (who was outside at the time).
He started getting himself ready, taking his shirt off, gathering spit in his mouth, and other preparations. He consulted his fantasies and closed his eyes. He saw Zero once again, Magnet with him. It was an amazing sight. They were both licking each other's hot, moist, throbbing shovels. Stanley spat, and started his grind. Slowly, then at a moderate speed when, Magnet tackles Zero and the Warden joined in. Both shovels, sticky and wet, were plummeted into the Warden's slimy gate. Drenched in sploosh even more by the second. Stanley increased the speed of his grind when suddenly- "Stanley, how was-...!" a gasp escaped 's mouth. Stanley stopped dead in is tracks in fear, while she walked over to him.
She paused, and then took her hand, and started grinding him, fast and hard. Stanley was puzzled but that didn't matter, he was stunned out of pleasure. She accelerated, it was amazing to Stanley. The skill, the execution of the grind. It was wonderful. Until his shovel splooshed onto his mother, Stanley yelled out a big cry, resulting in his mother's satisfaction. It decorated her face, she ate every last bit of sploosh on her face, she loved this. The two breathed hard. Stanley realized his mother had undressed herself partially, she was into it. She sat down to rest, and Stanley was tired. After a moment she said, "Did you really think I was done?". She took out her voluptuous melons and started to grind Stanley's shovel with them, he couldn't bare this, so he left out many strained crys. Stanley couldn't handle this… His shovel, continually splooshing all over his mother was hot and concreted. It was concrete. Consumed by 's melons. She grinded, up and down her melons went on his concrete shovel. She just wouldn't stop! She kept going.
She started loud cries. Stanley was at the furthest point of arousal, he started crying with his mother. Moaning in unison. Stanley splooshed multiple times with hesitation, trying to take in all the pleasure at once. His mother started eating it up like a doggo. Licking at his shovel. Hot and cemented. They lay down. Tired… Satisfied….
Zero and Stanley came downstairs for breakfast. Racing each other down as his mother called them down. Stanley looked at Zero as if he would never ever find out about his fantasies about his own adopted brother. Then they sat down and ate breakfast together at the table. Stanley's mother eyed him and smiled sluttly, attempting to turn him on. Stanley didn't know what to do, so he just smiled back, and continued eating his breakfast. "C'mon boys you'll be late for school!" Stanley's father said. Both boys finished their breakfast, took their plates to the sink, and left for school.
Stanley sat through class, not really there. Constantly zoning out about his mother. "What is she telling everyone?" he thought, he was scared she might have said something to someone. "She wouldn't do that would she?" He thought some more. This drove him crazy, wild, wanting more… But no, he couldn't. He sit in his desk, barely paying attention. He spotted a lone girl. Her name was Sara Z. Nobody knew her last name but her teachers. She was new. She entered class yesterday but Stanley didn't notice or care until now. He noticed she's been eying him a lot. Kind of staring into his soul. She was heavily influenced by native american culture and her facial features looked it to. She was a native american. Stanley approached her after class when the bell rang.