Future of Porn

“As you’ve probably guessed, this story is a continuation of College Girls, Chapter 2″

Kate wanted to ride shotgun, which meant that Susan would be sitting next to either Peter or the other guy, Luke, for the next few hours. Neither seemed like a good choice. Luke was one of Kate’s ex-boyfriends – Susan remembered him vaguely from earlier in the year. He was a typical Kate cast-off: linebacker-sized and annoyingly crude. It occurred to Susan that having him along would be awkward for both Luke and Kate, but they didn’t seem to mind.

They were picking up Luke’s new girlfriend at her parents’ house, and then there’d be six of them squeezed into Ken’s SUV, along with luggage, skis, snowboards, cases of beer, what seemed like half of Ken’s wine cellar, and piles of parkas, gloves, wool hats.

She ended up next to Luke, which had seemed like the safer choice at first. But then he gradually oozed into her personal space, starting with his knee bumping hers, then his thigh, then his hip. An hour into the trip, Susan found herself getting squeezed uncomfortably against the door. Finally Luke turned half-around so that he could talk to Peter in the back seat, which jammed his butt practically onto Susan’s lap. She tapped him on the shoulder.

Luke turned back and grinned. His teeth seemed unnaturally large. “What’s up, honey?”

“It’s Susan, and could you move over a bit? I’m getting kind of squashed.”

The grin got bigger somehow. “Why don’t you just snuggle up? Then there’ll be plenty of room.”

Now she was really steamed. She wondered if Ken could hear their conversation. She could really use him to come to her rescue. But he was talking to Kate, listening really, as she chattered non-stop. Susan was on her own.

She stared hard at him. “Could you just move over, please?”

That earned her a cool, appraising look from Luke. He shrugged and slid a couple of inches away from her and turned back to resume his conversation with Peter.

Susan closed her eyes, willing herself to relax. This ski trip was going to be a disaster. She could sense it. Just being around Peter was uncomfortable enough – they’d reached the point where they averted their eyes every time they happened to glance at each other. Fortunately, Kate was oblivious to the tension between them. And it was Ken’s party, so she could hardly refuse to come.

After far too long they arrived at the new girlfriend’s house and there was more shuffling of bodies and luggage and things were being strapped to the roof. The new girl – Fina? Fawn? Fiona? – seemed a little on the mousey side, although certainly attractive enough, slim with long, dark hair and full lips and a shy smile. She seemed to be built on a different scale than Luke. Susan wondered how they … well, never mind.

When the music stopped, Susan was sitting in the back of the SUV along with Peter and several duffel bags. So there was no help for it. Unless Susan pretended to fall asleep or something, they were going to have to talk to each other.

The SUV bumped down the driveway, and Mr. and Mrs. Fawn (it was Fawn, apparently) waved goodbye. Maps were consulted and everybody settled in for the rest of the drive.

“How have you been?” Peter asked her.

“Fine, thanks.”

“It was really nice of Ken to set this up.”

She nodded again. “I guess the cabin belongs to his family.”

“Have you met them?” Peter asked. He tried to make the question sound casual, but it wasn’t.

“No, not yet.” She didn’t elaborate.

Fawn and Luke, sitting in the middle seat, seemed to be talking to each other as well. Thank god for that, Susan thought.

“Things are going well with Kate?” she asked.

Peter nodded. “She’s very … she’s hard to resist, you know, when she wants …”

“You don’t have to apologize.” That had come out a little sharply.

Peter looked chastened. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat. Their legs touched, and he pulled away, abashed.

Susan smiled and touched him on the shoulder. “It’s all right,” she said.

* * *

The “cabin” was actually a unit in a spiffy complex of wood-shingled town-houses. Ken opened the place up, turned on the heat, and showed everyone around. It was every bit as posh as Susan had anticipated. There was a private hot tub in back and a view across the bottom of a ski slope to a jagged ridge of mountains in the distance.

Susan started to haul luggage inside and found herself at the top of the stairs lugging a duffel and a backpack. As she looked up and down the hallway, trying to remember which doorway was hers, Luke appeared beside her with his usual smug grin.

“Hey, it doesn’t really matter,” he said, noting her confusion. “Throw your stuff anywhere. We’ll probably end up swapping anyway.”

Susan stopped cold. “What are you talking about?”

His grin just got wider and he walked past her down the hall.

* * *

After everyone had gotten settled they met downstairs and had some take-out Chinese. Ken had wanted to go out to an Italian restaurant he knew in town, but everyone else had had enough driving for one day. Ken produced a couple of bottles of Pinot Gris (not exactly right with Kung Pao chicken, Susan decided, but still awfully nice). Then they moved into the living room with its beamed ceiling and thick carpet and abstract expressionist lithographs. Ken and Peter swapped stories about their travels to exotic destinations until Luke, feeling left out, perhaps, or just wanting to up the ante a bit said:

“Hot tub?”

Susan stiffened. It hadn’t occurred to her to bring a swimsuit. She was about to say as much, then thought better of it. Did one wear swimsuits in situations like this? Probably not.

Kate perked up immediately. “Sure,” she said, flashing her best cheerleader smile.

Ken shrugged. “Why not. I’ll go out and check the temperature. Should be ready in about twenty minutes.”

Everyone else nodded and headed upstairs to do whatever getting ready to go into a hot tub involved.

Susan followed Ken out onto the deck and watched as he pushed buttons and turned knobs and checked thermometers. “Um, are you going in naked?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” He turned to look at her. Her nervousness must have been fairly obvious. “Does that bother you?”

“A little.”

Ken stopped what he was doing and put his arm around her. She suddenly felt more comfortable, safe and protected. “Then don’t do it. Or wait a while until everyone is so drunk they won’t notice.”

That was a pretty good idea, she decided. “Okay. Maybe I’ll call home first, then come down later.”

“Good. And I’ll be sure to turn the lights down low and crank up the bubbles.”

Susan smiled weakly. “Sorry to be so shy.”

He smiled back. “I like shy.”

* * *

Susan could hear the laughter from below. It had risen a bit in pitch and volume during the previous half hour, thanks no doubt to the wine Ken had been pouring. She walked into the bathroom and was relieved to find a robe hanging there – something else she hadn’t thought to bring. She stripped and then folded her clothes carefully. Not that she ever folded them at home; it was just another delaying tactic. When she couldn’t put it off any longer she tied the robe tightly and padded down the stairs.

Just as Ken had promised, the back deck was quite dark. Susan could see steam rising from the surface of the tub and someone’s shoulders and the back of a head. Fine, Susan thought. I can handle this. She took a moment to steady herself then opened the sliding glass door that led out to the deck. No one seemed to notice her. She took a quick survey of the bodies in the tub, which wasn’t made any easier by the steam or the darkness. There was a gap on the far side between Ken and a male she couldn’t identify. She walked around, dropped her robe and slid into the water almost in one motion. Enough bubbles churned the surface to make it effectively opaque. Susan hunkered down until only the top of her chest was exposed. Nothing to it.

“This feels great,” she said brightly. And it did. “Can someone pour me a glass of wine?”

It took a while for it to register with everyone that she was suddenly among them. But, judging by all the empty wine bottles lying around, Susan figured that she could probably count on slow reactions from this group for the remainder of the evening.

Kate responded first. She sat up to reach for a bottle, and Susan’s eyes went wide. Kate had emerged from the water and was completely exposed down to her waist. Her breasts stood out like a challenge, catching the stray light until her skin almost glowed. Susan had never seen anyone look so “naked” outside of a porn video. She poured some wine into a glass and handed to Susan with a big grin. Kate was totally in her element.

“We saved this for you.”

Susan nearly stood up to take it but caught herself at the last second. Kate sat down and resumed the slightly incoherent story she’d been telling, and Susan could finally assess the situation at her leisure. Kate was across from her, sitting next to Peter. Very next to him, actually. Almost on top of him. Ken was on the other side of Kate, which meant … oh, hell. It meant that she was sitting between Ken and Luke. She thought about that. Maybe she should move over to Ken’s other side somehow so that she could sit between him and Kate. But she’d just be calling attention to herself. She decided to sit tight and edge discreetly away from Luke.

Kate kept talking, but Luke’s harsh baritone cut through whatever she was trying to say.

“Ken, buddy, do you have any tequila in this joint? We should do some shots.”

Ken seemed half-asleep. He took a moment to react. “Liquor cabinet’s next to the refrigerator. Help yourself.”

Luke grinned and stood up, the water streaming off of his blocky torso. He looked powerful and masculine, and he knew it. Susan couldn’t help herself – her eyes stayed on him as he stepped out of the tub and onto the deck. His cock caught the light for a moment, raw and heavy-looking with an unusually large scrotum. And his butt … it kind of stuck out, dense and muscular like the rest of him. “Not my type”, Susan reminded herself. Too crude. Too cocky.

He was back a minute later holding a bottle and a bunch of shot glasses. He sort of posed with the bottle, looking like one of those statues of wrestlers that had fascinated her when she’d first studied Greek history. The wrestlers used to rub oil on their bodies before a match, Susan remembered. And they competed naked. She shivered thinking about it. All Luke was missing was the laurel wreath.

Damn it, Susan thought, what am I thinking? She broke out of her reverie and looked up from Luke’s … mid-section to find him staring right at her. His grin widened and Susan looked away quickly. Luke chuckled and got back into the tub, quite close to her this time. Someday, she hoped, she’d get used to being around naked guys, especially attractive ones. For now she was just grateful that she didn’t have to feel embarrassed about her pussy being wet. It was wet anyway.

Luke poured shots for everyone. He, Peter and Kate all knocked theirs back and made appropriate grimaces and celebratory noises. Susan sipped hers, and so did Ken. Fawn just held her glass politely, not touching it. Susan hadn’t pegged Fawn yet. Did she lack a personality altogether or was she just painfully shy around people she didn’t know? Susan made a mental note to spend some time getting to know her.

Luke poured another round, and then another. After a while, Kate spread her arms and lay back against the edge of the tub. Her breasts floated to the surface, pale and luminous. Her nipples hardened quickly in the cool night air. She flipped her long blonde hair so that it spread out behind her on the deck. Peter watched her, his eyes glazed, like some hapless soul in a fairy tale bewitched by an enchantress. Susan shook her head. In a way she was grateful that she didn’t have that kind of power over men. Being nineteen and reasonably athletic was already causing her all the trouble she could handle.

She snuggled against Ken, careful to stay submerged, not quite trusting herself after all that wine and tequila. Kate, Peter and Luke had another round. Susan finished her first one and thought, why not?, just one more. Luke’s laughter, loud enough to begin with, acquired a piercing, drunken quality that cut straight through the fog that was beginning to form in Susan’s head. She leaned even closer to Ken, hoping that he’d put his arm around her to steady her a bit. But he was watching Kate like everyone else. She was standing now, her body on display from her hips upward. Her pussy was still hidden in the froth, but drops of water clung to her little patch of blond pubic hair and sparkled like jewels. She was demonstrating some sort of dance step, but she slipped and had to be steadied by Peter. She finally lost her balance completely and landed in Peter’s lap, looking drunk and startled.

“What’s that?” Kate asked, looking down at Peter and feeling around under the surface with one hand. Giggling: “You’d better put that thing away before you hurt someone.”

But Kate didn’t make any effort to move away. In fact, she seemed to be wiggling her hips under the water. Susan looked around. Luke’s grin had gotten wider, if that was possible. Fawn looked away shyly. Ken was a Buddha: half-smiling, showing nothing. Susan decided that it was probably time to call it a night. She thought about getting up – clearly the first step in the process. But that suddenly seemed like quite a lot of work. She needed a minute or two to build up to it. Those minutes passed and then a few more after that, and her tequila glass was empty and then it was mysteriously full again. Ken was still close to her, their hips touching, but he seemed to almost be asleep. Is that how he reacts to being drunk, she wondered?

Kate had turned partway around on Peter’s lap and was kissing him. Something was happening underwater too, but it was hard to tell exactly what. As usual, Susan’s over-active imagination began to fill in the details. She wondered if she should try to wake up Ken. He’d probably be interested. But perhaps he was really awake. His eyelids fluttered, and she could feel fingertips moving along her thigh. She wasn’t sure about that at first; it could have been some trick of the water circulation – her experience with spas was limited. But then the pressure became more insistent. The sensation was an odd one, as if a fish was swimming around her legs. Odd but nice, she decided. She’d been feeling a little neglected, she had to admit. Kate and Peter were doing whatever, and Luke had finally started to pay some attention to Fawn, leaning over to whisper something in her ear. It was definitely past time for Ken to show some interest.

The fingertips made looping patterns on her skin. The contact made her tingle and squirm a little, just like Kate was doing. Actually, Kate had moved past the squirming stage. She was sitting directly over Peter’s lap now, facing away from him, but leaning back against his chest. Her eyes were closed and her breasts bobbed at the surface. Peter moved one hand up over her chest, dragging his fingers over her nipples. Susan couldn’t tell what he was doing with his other hand; perhaps the same thing that was being done to her.

Kate’s lips parted and she made a soft, indrawn sigh. Peter shifted his body, and suddenly he was looking right at Susan. His gaze was so intense she didn’t know how to react. She watched him stroke Kate’s breasts and squeeze her nipples between his fingers. Susan was only vaguely aware of the hand that continued to caress her stomach, sliding over the warm skin and along the undersides of her breasts. She sank a little lower into the tub, which seemed to encourage the hand to roam more freely. It traced one side of her breast then flicked so lightly against her nipple that she couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t just a stray eddy in the current. But then the hand covered her breast completely and the thumb massaged her nipple making her gasp and arch her back.

Peter’s eyes never left Susan’s. He was just across the tub, a few feet away, but the steam and the alcohol in her blood made him seem ghost-like, ephemeral. Kate rocked back and forth on his lap, and Susan was suddenly certain that they were doing it. She’d watched them before, hidden in the darkness of her dorm room and again on the stairs in Ken’s house. And it was dark now too, and sort of dreamy with the foam and the steam. But this time Peter knew she was watching, and that changed things. But she couldn’t look away. She’d never been able to, really, not then, not now. She needed to see when Kate reached that place where nothing mattered anymore except what was happening inside her, when she moaned and bucked and the last of her restraint was gone.

Susan thought about the hand that was touching her, trying to imagine that it was Peter’s. But no, he was too far away, and Peter’s touch had always been gentler, almost reverent. This hand was rough and insistent, as if it was all about the goal and not about getting there. But she needed it just the same, really, really needed it. The hand was caressing her breasts, but she willed it to go lower. And … “yes”, the fingers stroked down her stomach and began tickling her inner thighs, which had somehow gotten farther apart, and then they were playing with her pubic hair. Susan drew her breath in and her muscles tensed.

Kate leaned forward. Her body began moving up and down unambiguously. Her face held a look of astonishment, her brow drawn together, her eyes wide. The hand drifted between Susan’s legs. Everything about the contact felt different, not slippery-smooth like it usually did. The friction – it was the same everywhere, against her stomach, along her thigh, inside her pussy. It was as if every part of her was aroused. A finger moved against her clit, rubbing it back and forth, harder than she usually liked, but it was perfect tonight. She lifted her hips to drive herself against it and suddenly she was floating. Her breasts emerged like pale islands, her nipples peeking out between the hissing bubbles.

Peter licked his lips. He looked down towards Susan’s soft conical points and the swells of her breasts as the water alternately displayed then hid them. The hand in her pussy was pure, raw sensation now, plunging deep into her again and again. Her head pitched back, soaking her hair, and she choked back a scream. The rising heat in her body suddenly made the tub’s warmth intolerable. But she was still floating and couldn’t stand up, couldn’t get her balance, and her hips thrashed against the hand that was inside her.

She put her arms behind her and grabbed the back of the tub. Now she could grind her hips, and she did, shamelessly, knowing that no one could see her. Her body began to tremble. Her skin, already flushed from the warm water, burned a dark pink at the top of her chest and down between her breasts. She hadn’t ever felt anything like this before, the heat coming from outside her and inside her at the same time. But she needed to stay in control, she thought dimly. She was sitting outside with her friends, after all. She should …

Susan gasped. There were two fingers now, thick and hard and cruel, ramming in and out of her. “”Oh, god”,” she groaned as an irresistible feeling welled up inside her, expanding, strengthening as it flowed into her limbs. She was shaking and she was half out of the water again. She had a brief glimpse of Peter staring hard at her before her eyes rolled up in her head and the world turned black.

* * *

After a long time her body came back from wherever it had been. She reached down between her legs and gently pushed away the hand that had been touching her. She felt weightless and dreamy and spent. When she could finally summon the energy to raise her eyelids, Peter was standing up. Susan felt a pang of disappointment. She’d missed seeing Kate at the end, missed seeing her body thrash out of control while Peter pounded into her. Susan shook her head, amazed at herself for thinking like that.

Ron allowed himself to look down for the first time since Amy removed the top. His dick was snugly wedged between Pam’s smooth breasts, the miracle-bra enhanced cleavage enveloping his steel hard cock, still glistening with Amy’s saliva. Even though Ron wanted nothing more than to grab Pam’s luscious tits and begin to slide his shimmering prick back and forth between the tanned valley between her boobs, he knew the right thing to do, and his mind kept telling him over and over to get out of this situation before something really bad happened.

Ignoring Amy’s obvious delight at the predicament he was in, he whispered emphatically, “Dang it Amy, help me get loose!”

“Okay, Okay, don’t get all freaked out on me, believe me, I don’t want mom waking up to this any more than you do,” Amy truthfully stated. What she didn’t say was that she had never seen her mother so drunk before, and was certain she would not come to until morning. Encouraged by this belief, and the unplanned, yet incredible opportunity to delve move deeply into her twisted teasing of her boyfriend, Amy quickly decided to try and torment Ron even further.

“Can you slide out if I push it down a little?” Amy asked, even as she gingerly allowed her petite hand to touch the top of Ron’s ensnared shaft.

Ron looked on as Amy pushed his cock firmly down into her own mother’s cleavage. The tip of his cock was three or four inches from the green strap of material so effectively tugging Pam’s bra cups, and subsequently, her lovely breasts, together. Realizing he had little alternative, he agreed to allow Amy to assist him and retracting his dick from its current confines.

As he slowly withdrew his cock, Amy pressed down even more firmly, resulting in an almost unbearable friction between Pam’s tanned skin and the sensitive underside of his penis. Ever so slowly, more and more of his shaft withdrew from beneath Pam’s bra, even as the stiff under-wire scrapped over his tender skin. The head of his cock, swollen and throbbing, began to wedge more firmly into Pam’s cleavage, and closer to the material of her bra that had ensnared him to this point.

Amy watched silently, her own body simmering from the erotic sight before her. She was actually glad to realize that the near-nudity of her own mother was in no way exciting her, but rather the idea that Ron was likely on the verge of an orgasm as a result of the forbidden temptation before him that was really getting her going. Amy also allowed herself to admit that the only thing better would be for her mom to someway be aware of what Ron was doing. She envisioned how frustratingly exciting it would be for her to have such a beautiful cock so close, but be unable to take advantage because he is your daughter’s teenage boyfriend.

Amy continued to press her index and middle fingers firmly against Ron’s shaft, just below the purplish mushroom head of his cock, watching intently as it approached the main obstacle to freedom. Just before she would have been able to guide it beneath the bra, she removed her fingers causing his shaft and head to spring up firmly against the ungiving material of her mother’s bra, leading Ron to wince from the discomfort, and relent from his planned escape.

“Amy, why did you let go?” Ron complained, even as his cock continued to twitch and throb against Pam’s cleavage. “Come on, do something to help me out here.” He pleaded.

Intent on prolonging his torment, Amy said, “I don’t think this is going to work, it will be easiest if I unfasten her bra.” She didn’t think Ron had noticed that the clasp was in front, hidden discreetly behind the small lacy flower between her mother’s boobs. “Help me lift her up some so I can get to her and unhook it.”

Ron was skeptical about his ability to withstand much more friction with Pam, but in his still buzzed state, Amy’s plan seemed to be the only way. As she lifted Pam by the shoulders, Ron assisted as best he could in raising her up and off of the bed. Of course, the result was that his cock, still sufficiently slippery with Amy’s saliva, retraced its path up Pam’s chest. Amy pushed her up and over more and more, until Ron could feel his balls pressing firmly against her midriff and sliding up until the lacy bra prohibited him from moving further. The head of his prick was up well past Pam’s cleavage, occasionally poking into Pam’s chin as her head lolled back and forth while Amy attempted to reach beneath her to unhook the bra.

Amy pretended to be struggling to find the clasp, all the while observing Ron as he struggled to control the tormented, yet incredibly sexy looking cock as it pulsed and jerked only inches from her mother’s lips.

As his cock pressed once again against the underside of Pam’s chin, Ron could feel the pre-cum, which was by now freely coating his cockhead, smear across her chin and neck, allowing him to easily slip to and fro against her smooth skin.

Amy, pretending for the first time to realize that the clasp was not located on the back strap, said, “Oh no, Ron, the clasp isn’t back here, it must be on the front.”

She lowered Pam back against her lap again, but only enough to ensure that Ron could not slide free from his predicament. His cock was now trapped by Pam’s bra, firmly at the base of his cock, while his shaft and head strained, only somewhat successfully, upward and away from Pam’s warm flesh.

Ron actually groaned from the sheer torture his dick was being forced to endure. His almost blood red head was now only inches from Pam’s lips as Amy repositioned her head against her lap. He was concentrating so on not cumming across his girlfriend’s mother’s face, that he didn’t even notice Pam’s eyes open ever so slightly.

Pam, spurred on by her pent up lust and the considerable amount of alcohol residing in her blood stream, had willed herself to keep he eyes tightly shut and continue to pretend to be passed out cold. Feeling Ron’s steel hard penis slipping and sliding over her skin was almost more than she could endure. It was so wrong, so very wrong, yet even more thrilling, the way Amy was deliberately tormenting Ron. Pam ever so slightly allowed herself to peek from behind her long, almost completed shut eye lashes, and felt her body temperature rise once again from the sight before her. As she discreetly watched Ron’s pulsing cock, her own daughter’s hand descended and began to lightly drag her fingernails over his pulsing shaft and head.

Amy looked down to her boyfriend’s lovely cock. It was visibly throbbing and producing a near steady stream of slippery fluid. “Oh my god Ron, I don’t think I have ever seen your dick so big and hard. I hope you don’t think I am too big of a perv, but I am so turned on right now looking at you.” As she spoke, Amy lightly traced her fingers up, then down the length of Ron’s granite hard shaft. “I guess I can see how this would be pretty exciting for you, I mean my mom does have a fabulous body. I really should be jealous, don’t you think…but I guess most any boy would like to do what you’ve been doing to her…Of course, since this isn’t really your fault I won’t hold it against you.” Amy finished her rambling, lust filled remarks as she observed Ron, his face contorting as his cock continued to jerk and throb.

Ron’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, bobbing only inches from Pam’s face, as Amy began to stroke her fingernails ever so lightly along his super sensitive skin. “Amy, please…please…don’t do this to me. I…can’t…take…anymore.” Ron pleaded, beads of sweat no rolling down his forehead and across his face.

Hearing her boyfriend beg as a result of being manipulated into rubbing his huge cock against her own mother, was causing Amy’s own sexual arousal to simmer hotter and hotter. She wanted to continue to torment Ron, but knew she’d have to be careful to keep him right on the edge of an orgasm for a little longer.

“Okay, okay, I won’t do anything else to you, just let me wipe you off some before you drip all over my mommy.” Amy cooed in her little girl voice, even as she firmly traced her index finger up the underside of Ron’s cock, collecting a steady runner of pre-cum as she neared his pulsing head. In response, even more of the slippery fluid streamed forth. “My goodness Ron, you seem to be making more goo than I can catch with my finger, let me just do this one other thing real quick.” And with that, Amy once again leaned her face down and swabbed Ron’s pulsing prick head with her velvety tongue. Soon she allowed her lips to join in, but only on the top half of Ron’s throbbing mushroom head. She licked and sucked the warm liquid from his prick, almost as quickly as it streamed out.

Ron only partially stifled a moan of equal part pleasure and torture. “Amy! Please, I really, really can’t take much more!” he pleaded.

Pam, still peering unnoticed was thinking the same thing. Already she could feel Ron’s sticky juice drying on her chin and neck, and as her own daughter was coaxing still more from him only inches from her own lips, she could feel the near steady drop of liquid from Ron’s penis, mixing with the dampness already coating her chest and cleavage.

Amy ceased her oral assault, knowing she was pushing Ron to his limit, and decided to torment just a little more, as she went about extracting him from this sexy predicament. “Sorry about that, I just can’t help myself sometimes.” She explained as she withdrew her lips. “Let me help you get loose, now I will undo Mom’s bra, but you will have to help, okay?”

Ron was past worrying about Amy’s deviant orchestration of events, and simply needed to free himself before a massive orgasm erupted all over her mother’s chest and face. “Sure, I’ll do whatever, just get me out, please.”

“Alright, first, you need to push Mom’s bra together some so I can unhook the clasp between the cups.”

Eager to free himself, Ron did as Amy instructed, and gently brought his hands to the side of each lacy green bra cup. His cock twitched as his fingers made contact with Pam’s tanned skin around the material of the bra. Amy’s fingers were now unsuccessfully working to unhook the clasp.

“Just a little be more slack, and I should be able to get it undone.” Amy encouraged Ron to squeeze her mother’s already bra-enhanced cleavage even more closely together. The two teenagers each watched intently as more and more of Pam’s soft and sexy breasts enveloped Ron’s cock.

Pam, for what seemed to be the 100th time, was telling herself she should do something to stop this, to stop this perversion from continuing. But as her body responded to the feel of Ron’s hands, and more importantly his cock, she remained motionless, even as the inferno developing between her legs intensified. She had allowed things to progress this far, she rationalized, hopefully just a few more minutes and Ron would be able to slid his throbbing cock free from her tingling confines.

Ron gazed on in disbelief as his hands cupped his girlfriend’s mother’s boobs, pressing them together until only the blood engorged head of his cock escaped the tight cleavage snugly squeezing his saliva coated shaft.

Amy still pretending to be having difficulty in getting the clasp undone, instructed Ron to move back some to give her more room to maneuver the tiny hook. Ron kept Pam’s breasts tightly pressed against his cock as he slowly scooted back, dragging his tortured prick along Pam’s perfect body. At the point his cock head disappeared between the valley of her boobs, Ron had to stop his movement, feeling the orgasm that had been building for hours, now on the verge of exploding all over Pam’s chest and face, waiting for the slightest stimulation to propel the explosion he so desperately needed, yet dreaded at the same time.

Amy, while taking immense pleasure in the agony she was subjecting Ron to, did not want him to cum all over her own mother. She knew her actions so far had really been pushing her limits, but going the next step was just too wrong, even for her newly acquired perverted boundaries. Reading Ron’s body for the signs of his impending orgasm, she immediately “managed” to unclasp the bra.

Ron’s cock sprang free, and after realizing Amy’s success, his brain, somewhat reluctantly, instructed his hands to release Pam’s luscious boobs. Her bra pulled apart slightly as Amy released the clasp. The sight presented to Ron, as the lacy green cups managed to conceal only a portion of each rosy pink nipples, was one of the sexiest visions he had ever encountered. He forced himself to avert his eyes, as he remained motionless, willing his orgasm away. With every second that passed, he felt both relief and regret that his tormented balls would not be provided the release so badly needed.

“Oh my god Amy!” he whispered, “I almost couldn’t hold back just then, you are really pushing me too far. Please, let’s go to the hot tub and finish this, alone, okay?”

“Sure, but first help me get mom’s nightgown on her.” Amy wanted to keep up the teasing, but at that moment, she heard the shower cut off. “Uh oh, Beth will be out soon, maybe you should get your trunks on and I will finish with Mom.”

Ron, his erection still bobbing obscenely before his slender, yet athletic body, searched frantically for his only pair of trunks. “Oh no, I left my suit in the bathroom earlier when I changed clothes, you have to go get if for me.”

Amy’s mind began to quickly process this latest bit of fortuitous information for the benefit of her own kinky pleasure. “We don’t have time, Beth might step out at any second, you should go on out to the Jacuzzi and I will bring your suit out in a few minutes.”

Ron started to protest, but as if on cue, he heard Beth shuffling behind the closed bathroom door, and decided to, once again, do as Amy instructed. He peered cautiously outside the sliding patio doors, and after determining he was alone, slipped out and ran to the relative cover of the steaming water.

Amy managed to slip the gown over her mother’s body, slide her skirt off and get her under the covers before Beth emerged from the bathroom. She was even half way undressed herself, her back to the bathroom, when she heard Beth’s voice. “I thought you were going to Jacuzzi before bed?”

“Oh, we are. I had Ron help me get mom up on the bed, then I sent him on out while I finished getting her undressed.” She said, amazed at how telling the truth could be so misleading.

Beth, still clad only in a towel herself, only half way heard Amy’s explanation, as her eyes took in the sheer sexiness of her friend’s daughter as she tugged her tiny bikini bottoms up and over her curvy ass. She quickly slipped on the top, grabbed a couple of wine coolers from the fridge, and excused herself to join Ron.

No sooner had the door slid shut, and Pam bolted upright in the bed. “My god Beth, you were right. Holy shit, you were even more right than you think you were. Amy practically forced Ron to stick his dick in my mouth. It was the most incredible, perverted, sexy, demented, and oooh, I can’t even describe it, it was, well, it made me so horny I can’t stand it.” Pam rambled, verbally venting the frustration he body had been subjected to for the past 20 minutes.

Beth, still incredibly aroused herself from the nights events, took note of the way Pam’s nipples tented her modest cotton gown. “Yeah, you’ve got yourself quite a little vixen on your hands. That girl has bigger balls than I did at her age, there’s no doubt. There’s no telling what is going on out there in the hot tub.”

Pam’s body tensed as she imagined the state of arousal Ron was in after helping Amy get her undressed. This was not good, she had to make sure Amy and Ron didn’t do the deed out there. If she could just get through the night, Amy’s virginity would have survived her own twisted temptations and perhaps the separation from Ron would give her time to reassess her behavior.

At any rate, she couldn’t leave them out in that hot tub, alone under a Carribbean moon, drunk, and with Ron’s oversized cock likely emerging from the bubbles like a glistening lolli pop, presenting a near irresistible temptation to Amy to kiss, lick and suck on, and perhaps more… Pam’s mind drifted away as she visualized the way Ron’s cock would look playing peek-a-boo in the gurgling water.

“Are you okay?” Beth asked, noticing Pam’s glazed over expression.

“Oh, yeah,” Pam snapped back to reality. “It is just that I have to get them back in here. Ron is out there naked, and if he is half as turned on from the little stunt Amy just pulled as I am, then he may be ready for more than a blow job.” Pam paused briefly, thinking, then said, “I need you to go out and make sure they aren’t alone.”

“Um, okay, sure, but I think I should wear more than this towel, I mean all this talk of Ron being naked with a boner might be too much of a temptation for me.” Beth quipped, then turned to go back into the bathroom only to very nearly knocked over by the still very tipsy Pam.

“Turn out that light,” she instructed over her shoulder, “We’ll spy on them from the bathroom window to make sure nothing happens.”

Beth quickly did as she was told, then joined Pam in the dark bathroom and peered over her friend’s shoulder, at the two teenagers in the hot tub. The bright moon and pool security lights cast a yellowish glow over them. Adequate to tell that technically, only Ron was in the water, partially, as he leaned halfway over the edge, his face buried between Pam’s daughter’s legs. “Well, at least he’s not fucking her. Oh my god! Look at the way she is squirming around, he must be pretty good with that tongue.” Beth remarked to her motionless friend.

“Well, you are right, I suppose, I mean how could they not seek some relief after what just happened on the bed.” They watched on in silence, as Amy writhed around on her beach towel, pulling aside her bikini bottoms with one hand and grasping at Ron’s head with the other. “God how I would love to be Amy right now, feeling a hot pair of lips sucking and licking me down there.” Pam, embarrassed, turned quickly to look at Beth, “Oh my, did I just say that out loud, all that rum and teasing has me saying and doing things I’ve never done before. It’s all your fault!” she concluded, only half joking about Beth’s degree of blame for her state of frustration.

“Hey, you can blame me if you want, but it is not my fault. And don’t feel all alone on this one, I’m all hot and bothered too”

“Well, I do seem to recall you saying something about how teasing Ron would be a good way of responding to my lustful thoughts, and well, you see how today has turned out, with me ten times more frustrated than I was before you convinced me to pretend to pass out as a test for my daughter.”

“You seem to recall only the first part of my advice, surely you didn’t forget my suggestion to play with yourself when remembering all the sexy things that you did that day, think about how things could have gone differently, provide your own relief, at least until you find somebody to help you out.” Beth spoke soothingly to Pam as she rested her soft hands on her friend’s shoulders.

“yes, I remember, but there hasn’t exactly been much opportunity for me to let my fingers do the walking, so instead I am here, pathetically watching my own daughter have a better sex life than me, and even more pathetically, getting more turned on by the second, imagining Ron, his young athletic body, tight buns and eager tongue, but mostly, his beautiful cock.” Pam declared, no longer caring about hiding her thoughts from Beth.

They continued to stare at the hot tub action, neither speaking nor moving from their positions by the window. Ron had slowed his attack on Amy’s crotch, and was now teasingly kissing his way up her torso.

“Oh my, would you look at him,” Pam whispered. ” What a tease. I am so turned on, I can almost imagine his lips on my skin.”

And with that comment, Beth decided to go for it. She’d been thinking about sex with other women quite a bit lately, especially on this trip, and especially with Pam and Amy. God it is just so hard to be this horny around such sexy women, and then her mind flashed to Ron, and the degree of torment his hormone ridden body and lust filled brain must be experiencing, and she smiled ever so briefly to herself. Then she dropped her lips gently to her best friend’s shoulder. She was on her third tender peck of a kiss when Pam spoke up.

“Ah, mmm, Beth, what do you, ah, think you are doing?” She asked, leaning her head and upper body slightly away from the soft lips brushing against her tingling skin, her voice equal parts arousal and rebuttal.

“I decided…,” Beth began in a throaty whisper, lifting her lips just long enough to let the words slither over the goose bumps spreading across Pam’s neck “…to be that person…,” continuing to advance up Pam’s neck, Beth let her tongue lightly trace her progress, “…that helps you out here.” Pam quit retreating, but didn’t yet greet Beth’s advances the way part of her wanted to. “I mean we are…” Lick, “…best…” Kiss “…friends…”, Beth let the sss sound linger over Pam’s earlobe before beginning to nibble ever so slowly. Beth continued her verbal seduction, pausing between every two or three words to allow her lips and tongue to resume the physical assault. “We’ve seen… each other…naked… 100s of…times, and…, well, you…really seem to…need…some…relief,” she went on, her hands beginning to roam up and down Pam’s firm arms. “or else…I’m afraid you…might do…something… with young…Ron… out there that…you’d end…up…regretting.” Beth finished, now breathing rapidly herself.

“But…it…seems… so…, so…perverted.” Pam managed to feebly respond between her own labored breathing.

“Just watch Ron…don’t think about me, just think about how Ron’s hands, Ron’s lips, and Ron’s tongue would feel on your skin. Ron…Just watch Ron.” Beth whispered, allowing her hands to roam over more of Pam’s body as she felt her friend succumb to her. Spurred on by her own smoldering pussy, Beth immediately began to trace her fingers closer and closer to Pam’s panties.

Pam surprised herself at how quickly she surrendered to Beth. A night of dancing and drinking, compounded with the unbelievable teasing she’d been subjected to on the bed, seemed to have already broken down most of her usual barriers to even considering allowing such a thing to happen. She did as she was instructed, and turned just in time to see Ron and Amy switch places.

Ron’s cock came into clear view as he scooted up to the edge of the tub, his lower legs dangling in the water. “Ooohh, look at that boy’s prick. Your daughter sure can pick ‘em.” Beth whispered, as her fingers began to brush gently across Pam’s panty-covered clit.

Pam’s grip on the window ledge tightened as Beth expertly stroked her soaking wet panties. Pam kept watching her daughter, seductively kissing and licking all over Ron’s tormented penis as she enjoyed the persistence with which Beth was stroking her swollen clit through the satiny fabric of her panties. As Beth slid her hand up, then over the edge of her panties, Pam squeezed her eyes shut, in anticipation of the first human touch, other than her own, to pleasure her in almost three years.

As her fingers inched closer to its target, Beth began to lick and kiss down across Pam’s shoulder, sliding around until her lips could reach the erect nipple pressing against the thin nightie Pam was wearing. She kissed tenderly on Pam’s right breast, dampening the gown with her kisses. Her finger now pressed firmly across Pam’s clit, firmly stroked it side to side, then slipped lower, eventually sliding most of one finger into her writhing friend.

Pam’s eyes sprang open in response to Beth’s assault, and she immediately began to twist and try to escape from Beth’s right hand. “Stop, you have to go out there, mmmm, please, ah, you have to… I can’t I am supposed to be passed out.”

Beth redirected her gaze away from Pam and looked at the hot tub. She saw at once the source of Pam’s concern. Amy had just turned away from Ron’s saliva coated, steel hard prick, and was posing seductively in the pool, leaning against the opposite edge of the tub, offering her tight round ass to her well-hung boyfriend.

Pam spun free, regretting the need to end their fun, but knowing she needed to stop her daughter from going too far. She grabbed a gown from Beth’s night case, tugged Beth’s towel free and thrust the gown into her hands as she shoved her from the bathroom. “Go out there now! Right Now!”

Beth sensed Pam’s urgency and slid the gown over her head as she hurried toward the patio door. She flipped on the porch light and started walking toward the hot tub area. A few steps later she realized the night gown Pam had grabbed for her was a very thin, yet not quite sheer black, scooped neck gown. It came down to about mid-thigh, which wasn’t too immodest, but at this moment, without panties on, Beth felt gloriously sinful.

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Ron knew it had been too good to come true. He could tell by the way she looked at him, and the way her voice was pleading to him, that when Amy stopped sucking him off and said she wanted him to make love to her, he knew the time was right. He slid over, pulled aside her bikini bottoms, and pressed his cock between her legs and up against her burning pussy, Amy moaned for him to Do It, and he started to position himself…and then, BAM, just like that, Beth flips on the light and spoils it all.

Amy and Ron quickly sat back down, side by side in the bubbling water. Amy watched as Beth approached, the night breeze practically molding the thin gown against her sexy body. Ron had noticed too, and didn’t even protest when Amy’s hand slid beneath the roaring water, to grasp his thick shaft.

“Hey, you two better come on to bed, we’ve got to get up early to get you to your dad.”

“Just a few more minutes, why don’t you join us?” Amy said in a completely normal, if slightly tipsy tone. She hadn’t really planned to say that, it just sort of came out. Would she really even consider sharing Ron with another woman? Beth? It was certainly a recurring theme in her thoughts and fantasies, this very woman who Amy had on more than one occasion fantasized about a lesbian encounter, joining them in pleasure. She clenched her jaw tight and squeezed Ron’s cock tighter as she awaited Beth’s reply.

As much as she wanted to slip into the water and seduce the young lovers, she knew Pam was still watching. “Well, I don’t think I am quite dressed for the water, but I might soak my feet for a few minutes.” Beth said, kneeling to bend over and test the water temperature with her hand, knowingly giving both teens a sexy shot of her cleavage.

()()()

Pam had continued to peer from the darkened bathroom, relieved when Beth’s arrival halted her daughter’s obvious intention to let Ron slide that big fat cock into her. She continued to watch as Beth bent over to dip her hand in the water. Pam’s eyes were drawn instinctively to the way her friend’s ass was peeking from beneath her night gown.

“Jesus Christ” Pam said to herself.

“Am I so horny that I am seriously checking out my best friend’s ass?” she continued her monologue, knowing she was talking to herself, but not caring. In her still rather drunken condition, Pam convinced herself that saying aloud her growing perversions might give her enough resolve to do the right thing, and in the future, avoid such demented behavior as had occurred earlier that night.

“How did I get here? Lusting for my own daughter’s teenage boyfriend, conspiring so that she would deliberately tempt him while I was, at least to them, dead to the world, and now, to have not only allowed Beth to caress me, but to find myself lusting for her as well… God woman…you really need to get a grip.” Pam chastised herself.

Of course, she knew the right thing to do. It was just that…well, to be honest, she hadn’t had sex, or many sexual urges since the divorce. And when she did, an extra long bubble bath, and her wondering fingers had seemed to satisfy her yearnings. But now, having been repeatedly tempted with the most beautiful penis she’d ever seen, her body seemed to be making up for the past three years, her lust and sexual frustration often consuming her every thought.

Again, she knew she could never act on such feelings, but Beth was pushing her to be a tease to Ron. She did have to admit that the rush from being lusted for, and leered at, by Ron was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Her body was on fire, inflamed by the forbidden nature of her perversions. She really wanted to play along and tease Ron, especially because he was so damned innocent acting. If he was half as naïve as he came across, it could certainly be fun watching him try to hide such a massive erection. She kept telling herself that as long as she didn’t let things go to far, it wouldn’t really be harmful to anyone.

Now, as for Beth, that had been completely unanticipated. But even more surprising to Pam had been her near immediate and complete surrender to her friend’s roaming hands and lips. She had heard before of bisexual women, but had never even thought she might be one…but standing her with her pussy still smoldering form the gentle touch of her beautiful friend, Pam was forced to admit that she had enjoyed it and had wanted it almost from the instant Beth’s warm breath had washed across her neck.

“Hi, My name is Pam, and I am a sexual freak.” Pam said in her best AA meeting pledge. Shaking her head slightly in disbelief at the twisted humor with which she greeted her demented self-revelations, she left the self-analysis behind and once again refocused her attention to the activity in the hot tub.

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Beth, obviously aware of her demented yearnings, had evidently given in to her own sexually aroused demons at the bathroom window.

Before swinging her legs into the water, Beth leaned back and over to reach the controls. He thighs lifting inch by inch, threatening to expose her firm ass and pussy to her attentive audience. She pressed a button and the bubbles ceased. Ron began to panic as the source of his privacy began to fizzle away. Amy, on the other hand, didn’t miss a beat, now squeezing his cock even more firmly as she deliberately stroked his cock from base to tip.

“Sorry about that,” Beth said, still leaning toward the controls, she hit another button and bubbles resumed, but these bubbles were different, there seemed to be various sized jets of water firing upward from the floor and seats. They seemed to be everywhere, and Ron noticed, immediately, as did Amy, one particularly strong stream of water shooting up almost directly against his cock.

Beth sat back up and scooted over until her calves were dangling in the water, directly across from Ron and Amy. I love this setting, it gives a great foot massage, you just have to find which flow feels the best.” And with that she began to coyly slide her feet left and right, searching for the right force of water. Nothing too blatant, but just enough to make them want to look, Beth kept telling herself. Short to begin with, her gown was now up to just a few inches from her pussy. The misting water began to settle on her gown, the ocean breeze quickly molding the damp material to her flat stomach and shapely breasts. She knew without looking that her nipples were doing their best to burst through their confines.

Amy, staring at Beth as intently as was Ron, slid further into the water in an attempt to conceal the movement of her right arm, and began to move his cock from side to side as she stroked him, dragging him back and forth across the pulsing channel of water. Every third or fourth time, she held him steady, allowing the water to rhythmically pound against the length of his dick.

“It’s a good thing I only set this for a few minutes, cause it’s almost more than I can take after a while.” Beth said, as normally as possible. Knowing that Ron was naked only a few feet from her, was oh so tempting to Beth, so simple to jump in and have him, and Amy too, but she had to think of Pam, and besides, she had already thought of a few scenarios she wanted to put Ron in before she’d quit fucking with his head and resumed fucking his body.

Amy’s stroking of his cock and the pounding water were quickly taking Ron, yet again, to the brink of orgasm. And now the woman to whom he had lost his virginity that very morning was sitting not three feet from him, her thin gown molding to her taut, yet curvy body as she nonchalantly splayed her legs back and forth in the steamy water. The culmination of the entire day of seemingly endless teasing was pushing Ron ever so close to cumming.

Amy and Ron were each attempting to steal discreet glances beneath Beth’s black gown, but the limited lighting kept them guessing as to what they could actually see, and what their lust filled minds wanted to see. Amy had positioned herself so that a steady jet of water was now firing directly against her engorged clit. The steady pressure, even through her bikini bottom, was quickly bringing her to the verge of yet another orgasm. As her body tensed with her impending release, she stopped stroking Ron, and simply clutched his granite shaft, keeping it in the path of the unrelenting, pulsing jet of water.

Amy’s grip on Ron intensified as she attempted to conceal her pleasure from Beth, even as she discussed with Ron their activities for the coming days. Ron was trying to keep up with Beth’s conversation, but his own orgasm was quickly approaching. As Amy’s body began to quiver beneath the bubbling water, she unintentionally removed his cock from the stream of water promising to bring him some much needed relief from the yearnings brought about by the tortuous teasing he had been subjected to throughout the day.

Beth, although making idle chatter with Ron, had been discreetly observing the facial expressions of her two young friends. There was little doubt as to the pleasure Amy was experiencing, nor the look of frustration overtaking Ron’s features as Amy inadvertently denied him his much needed orgasm. The thought of Ron going to bed, with a raging hard-on, having been denied any relief from the evening’s teasing seemed, to Beth, to be the perfect beginning of their coming days together while Amy was away with her dad. A slight grin passed over Beth’s lips as she leaned back to turn off the jets.

“Come on you two, it’s time to go in and get some sleep. Amy, you have to meet your dad pretty early in the morning.”

Her brain now functioning more clearly due to the relief brought on by her much needed orgasm, Amy realized that their cover would clear rather quickly without the bubbling water. She hurriedly climbed from the hot tub and got Ron a towel. He managed to emerge unnoticed as Beth turned to dry her feet and legs. He wrapped the towel around his waist, clumsily attempting to hide his mammoth erection by trapping it pointing straight up toward his belly button, even as he stared hungrily at Beth’s ass peeking from beneath her gown.

Beth was the first to enter their room, and noticed Pam tucked snugly beneath the covers, then locked eyes with her briefly before she once again feigned sleep. She quickly decided to give Amy and Ron another opportunity to fondle each other, while hopefully providing Pam another voyeuristic thrill. As much as Beth wanted to play with them, she kept telling herself that if she really intended to orchestrate the fantasy she had been devising in her mind for the past two days, she couldn’t let herself go too far to soon with Ron, and certainly not Amy. But to continue to stoke Pam’s smoldering obsession with Ron’s cock whenever possible over the next two days, that was her goal. If she succeeded with that, then Ron would eventually be rewarded for what she hoped to be two days of near constant teasing and tempting. Beth’s plan was to gently prod Pam forward and all the while play off Ron’s youth and naivety to keep him perpetually horny and completely uncertain as to her abilities to manipulate him. So, with her ultimate goal in mind, Beth planned on heading to the bathroom before Ron could.

Just as Beth started to excuse her self, Amy interrupted her, saying “Um…hey Beth, would you mind helping Ron get the roll-away and sofa bed set up while I take a quick shower?”

Amy was already heading to the bathroom and even before Beth could respond, she detected the slightest knowing smile from Amy as she approached, and Beth said, “No problem at all, you get your shower, and we’ll handle things out here.”

Ron was too concerned with his still throbbing cock to notice the unintended entendre to Beth’s response to Amy. He did realize, even through his rather drunken haze, that he was now alone in the room with Beth. Well not alone exactly, since Pam was passed out in her bed. His next realization was that he would not be able to change from the towel with Beth in the room, and since she thought he had on his swimsuit beneath it, she wouldn’t think it unusual for him to keep the towel wrapped around him as they pulled out the beds.

Beth was continually amazed at the length to which Amy was willing to go in her cock-teasing, bordering on cock-torturing, of Ron. She had intentionally left her boyfriend, his impressive dick clearly outlined beneath the damp towel, trapping it snugly against his flat stomach, the head almost to his belly button, alone with a self confessed cock tease, in a damp, clingy night gown. Beth knew she’d have to be careful and not let things get out of hand. It could ruin her hope of ultimately orchestrating her recurring fantasy if Pam observed her, and more importantly Ron, being overtly sexual.

Even though Beth hoped she had successfully fucked with Ron’s mind enough to keep him in line, she still wasn’t’ completely convinced he would be able to restrain himself, given their beach encounter earlier in the day. She was struggling to settle on the best thing to say, when she glanced at Pam, still pretending to be asleep, and the answer to her dilemma.

Beth heard Amy turn on the shower as she bent to pull out the sofa bed next to the night stand. It opened quickly and as Beth rounded the end of the bed, she pretended to trip, fell over on Pam, and was rewarded with a brief shriek from the surprise of the collision.

Obviously awake, Pam had no choice but to acknowledge Beth…and Ron. Beth felt much more capable of keeping Ron in his place with Pam “awake”. She was confident Ron, even given what he knew about Pam’s lust for him, would not initiate anything with his girlfriend’s mother in the room.

Still sprawled casually against her friend, her gown now bunched up to just below the taut curve of her left ass cheek, Beth’s tanned legs drew Ron’s gaze. “Hey, me and Ronnie boy here are going to get the beds set up. You feeling okay?” Beth engaged Pam.

Pam was still genuinely drunk and slippery thigh horny, and, she was keenly aware of the obscene bulge beneath Ron’s towel as he unsuccessfully tried to conceal his admiration of Beth’s legs and ass. “I feel pretty tired, and a little dizzy from all our fun earlier,” Pam answered truthfully.

Beth pressed her hand against Pam’s forehead, and glanced over her shoulder, saying to Ron, “Hon, please get me a damp paper towel for Pam’s head, would ya?” She knew Ron noticed her glancing at his erect cock straining against his towel, and that was okay. What she didn’t want him to do was see her blatantly ogling him. She had to maintain the scenario that Pam would disapprove of such behavior, and that any subtle flirtatiousness that occurred would appear as playful banter, innocent teasing, that sort of thing. And to Pam, she had to play off the fact that Ron is so naïve and reserved that he’d never sexually acknowledge a situation if there was even the tiniest chance his lust filled mind could be mis-reading Pam’s intentions.

As Ron went to the kitchen area to dampen the paper towel, he kept trying to “will” his erection away, but was having no luck whatsoever. His mind was spinning, as much from his confusion about how he should behave, as from the way Beth was befuddling his brain. She had gone from clutching his cock in the nightclub, to at one point severely chastising him for drunkenly allowing his hand linger on her ass when he thought no one was looking. Even though she had screwed him earlier that very day, she seemed pretty convincing when she pledged restraint after groping him at the bar. Now, here she was in a thin, short nightie on, haphazardly sitting at the edge of Pam’s bed. Pam waking up at least made his behavior decision for him. His worst nightmare would be for her to get pissed that her daughter’s boyfriend would actually make a move on her mother or her friend. Even through Amy had obviously once again placed him in a tempting situation, he was certain she did not intend nor desire for him to try and have sex with Beth, and for sure not her own mom, no matter how perverted her little stunt had been when undressing a passed out Pam for bed earlier in the evening.

“What are you doing?” Pam whispered to Beth. “I don’t need a wet cloth.”

“Shhh, just play along. All we have to do is act as normal as possible, don’t acknowledge his bulging towel, and we can have some fun, okay?” Beth leaned down to whisper in Pam’s ear.

Beth’s warm damp breath caressed Pam’s ear and neck as she spoke. At that moment, Beth leaned back and called for Ron to bring the wet towel. As he approached the foot of the bed, Beth mouthed to Pam, “okay?”

Pam’s nipples stiffened in response to the opportunity before her, and recalling her earlier admittance and, at least for now, acceptance, of her own perverted desires, she agreed to go along with this impromptu chance to tease Ron.

As Ron grew nearer, Beth stood and said to him, “She doesn’t feel very good. Put that cloth on her forehead, and then do one more thing. Take Pam’s pulse while I get her something to drink. I want to make sure she doesn’t have an elevated heart rate that could cause her to pass out.” Beth cringed inwardly at the ridiculousness of her excuse to have Ron take Pam’s pulse, but he didn’t appear to question the reason for the request.

Ron would have been reluctant to stand there no matter the reason, his primary goal being to keep from offending Pam with his noticeable erection. His plan to simply hand the towel to Beth and keep his back to them while he set up the beds was crumbling beneath him.

Ron paused, and even as he opened his mouth to offer up a suggestion that he get the drink, Beth spoke, “I would do it, but you don’t know how to make the coffee, which is just what Pam needs right now to clear her fog. Now please get over her before she starts feeling even worse.” Beth reached out and took his arm to guide him directly to the head of Pam’s bed as she spoke.

Unable to escape, Ron stood there dumbly holding the towel as he glanced at his girlfriend’s mother. Beth’s tumble onto the bed had pulled the sheets down to just above her nipples. Pam knew the neckline of the gown she wore, while far from trampy, was cut in such a way that given Ron’s angle of vision, he was almost certainly being offered an inviting view of her cleavage. He stood there, his hands clasping the towel in front of his cock, in a vain attempt to conceal his package as he tried to look anywhere but at Pam’s luscious tits.

“Is that for me?” Pam asked, directing her gaze at the now dripping paper towel in front of Ron’s crotch. She amazed even herself for having the balls to really say it. Seeing his lust riddled confusion, she quickly added, “Thanks, I think a cool towel might do my head wonders right now.” She could see the relief wash over his face when he realized the way he had misread her statement.

That was exactly the type of thing he kept telling himself he mustn’t acknowledge as being something sexual, when, of course, it wasn’t. Ron handed her the towel, and paid particular attention to Pam’s eyes as she reached for the towel. He wasn’t sure, she might have glanced for the briefest second to the thick bulge he couldn’t conceal, but thanks to Amy’s teasing, he seemed to have a propensity to see sex everywhere he looked, so he also knew he could have seen what he wanted to see.

Beth had yet to leave to make coffee, standing right next to Ron, she leaned in closer to Pam. Her neckline fell away, giving him an unobstructed view of her right breast and much of her left. She took Pam’s right wrist and pulled her arm across her body. The result was as she had coped, Pam was forced to half roll onto her side, now facing almost directly at Ron’s waist.

“Here, hold her wrist here…you do know how to take a pulse don’t you?” Beth asked, looking to his face as she remained slightly bent at the waist, still exhibiting substantial cleavage. She placed Pam’s wrist in Ron’s left hand. “Oh wait, you need a watch with a second hand, hold on while I find mine.” Beth turned to survey the room, noticing in the mirror the creases in her gown as the silky material hung from her erect nipples. She was looking quite sexy, if she did say so herself. She didn’t linger, knowing they didn’t have much more time before Amy would be through with her shower.

Beth had been toying with trying something that would definitely test all their abilities to keep to the path Beth had put them on. But if she could get Pam to fall in line with her, and she was confident she could, this would go a long way toward pushing Ron’s boundaries, while at the same time helping to keep him off balance.

“Excuse me hon, but I think my watch is in the nightstand.” Beth said, thankful for the fortuitous placement of her watch, as she squeezed between Ron and the sofa bed, forcing him to press closer to Pam’s bed. The sudden move forward took both Pam and Ron by surprise, and before either could react, his towel covered cock pressed ever so briefly against Pam’s hand as he continued to grasp her by the wrist.

Beth pressed against Ron much more than necessary, and as she had hoped, loosened the tuck of the towel over Ron’s right hip, confirmed by the way he attempted to discreetly re-tuck it with his free hand. Now standing on Ron’s right, squeezed between him and the nightstand, she held out the watch for Ron to take. With no choice but to remove his right hand from his towel, he took the watch, his towel apparently once again adequately secure.

Leaning across Ron to place her hand over his, making sure he was holding Pam’s wrist properly, Beth’s allowed her left breast to lightly swings to and fro against his bicep and elbow. Pam’s nipples, to her surprise, felt even harder now than when she had admired them in the mirror. Satisfied that he could feel Pam’s blood racing through her body, Beth next focused Ron’s attention on her watch.

As Beth discussed with Ron how long to take Pam’s pulse, she occasionally innocently rubbed her thigh against his. Ron’s attention diverted by Beth, Pam took the opportunity to take a nice long look at the way Ron’s cock created such a tempting sight, trapped against his stomach, having been straining for relief now for hours. After several seconds, Beth announced Ron capable, and said she was going to make the coffee.

Beth knew now was the time to either go for it, or back off. She looked down at the way Pam seemed entranced by the sight before her, and she made her decision. Passing again behind Ron, his hands now each occupied with Beth’s self-proclaimed important medical procedure, Pam kept her right hand down against her thigh, and pressed into Ron much as before, and as she sensed his towel begin to loosen once again, she gently pinched some of it in her fingers and tugged. It was risky, but she hoped that her jostling of Ron as she passed would conceal the slight, but potentially discernable tug.

Ron had been trying to count pulse beats and watch the second hand, all while still rather intoxicated, and completely self-conscious about the display he was unable to avoid. For the first time in what seemed like hours, the fear of offending Pam and the simple diversion of forcing his brain away from sex to count her pulse rate, allowed some of the steel to fade from his erection. He could feel the softening, and hoped he would soon be able to slip away and reposition a more pliable dick down between his legs to be a little less obvious.

It happened so fast, he was unable to react in time. He dropped the watch and made a jab for it, but the towel had unhinged itself so quickly that it opened, fell down away from his right hip, then down to the floor at his feet, all in a split second.

No longer fully erect, Ron’s cock, likewise, fell forward to hand down in over 6, thick, semi-flaccid inches. When Ron failed to keep the towel from falling, his first instinct was to try and cover his nudity with his right hand. For some reason, through all of this, he had never relinquished his hold on Pam’s wrist.

“Oh my God! Ron!” Pam gasped as he dropped her wrist to reposition his left hand as cover for his meaty prick. He seemed to quickly realize the inadequacy of his reaction, and kept his right hand in place while he reached his left hand to retrieve the towel.

As soon as the towel hit the floor, Beth casually placed her right foot on the corner, and knowing she must set the tone, stated emphatically, “Ron, what the hell are you doing?” She tore her eyes from his inviting cock to take in the way Pam had leaned forward for a closer look, before looking back to Ron.

He tugged on the towel, unable to free it from beneath Beth’s bare foot. After two tugs, she pretended to notice, and allowed him to pull it free. Before he could get it back in position, she continued, “Cover yourself up young man…I can’t believe you’d expose yourself to us like that.” Beth laid it on thick, looking briefly to Pam to confirm she was on board.

“But I didn…” Ron tried to defend himself as his frantically tried to get the towel around his waist. His hands shaking nervously, the towel continued to slip from his hand.

Before he could complete his sentence Pam joined in to cut him off. “Ron, please, just cover yourself before you start making excuses.”

On the third try, he succeeded in securing the towel. His cock, while not regaining an erection, was remaining engorged and fat. Even if unintentional, the undeniable thrill of letting Pam see his dick up close causing his body to course with sexual excitement, even though he felt incredibly guilty and fearful of their reaction.

Beth chimed in, “Really Ron, I can’t believe you didn’t have you trunks on under there. Were you doing that on purpose, wanting to display yourself to us. I mean, just because you have a big penis, doesn’t mean every female wants it paraded in front of them, right Pam.”

Before Pam could answer, Ron blurted, “Really, I, ah, I had slipped my trunks off from under my towel to leave them on the patio to dry, cause I thought I’d go straight to the bathroom…but then Amy went in, and well…then my towel just slipped, honest, I swear I didn’t mean to.” He hoped they didn’t go to look for his trunks on the patio, but it was the best lie he could come up with under the gun like that.

“Right, you just happen to take off your trunks and then prance around in front of us with a gigantic bulge under your towel, and then when we try and ignore it, to avoid a scene, you go and drop your towel. I can’t believe you, and I can’t believe Amy is going to be very happy about this.” Beth pounded away.

“But, I am telling the truth, I didn’t want to be like that, you know, under my towel, but sometimes lately I just can’t help it. And I promise I didn’t drop my towel on purpose. Please don’t tell Amy you think I did it on purpose.” Ron pleaded. He didn’t even think Amy would care about them seeing his cock. Given the events of the day, he knew she would have probably been thrilled to pull the towel off him herself. But, if she thought he was purposely exposing himself to her mom to try and get her to have sex with him, he was pretty sure she’d be pissed about that.

Hearing the shower water cut off, Pam said, “Okay Ron, maybe you didn’t do it on purpose, I mean, we do have to give him some benefit of the doubt, don’t you think Beth?”

“Maybe about the towel dropping,” Beth answered, “but I don’t buy his explanation for flaunting his big penis, naked under his towel.”

Ron could hear Amy in the bathroom, now obviously out of the shower. He looked to Pam for her response.

“I admit, I don’t really appreciate your lewdness. The audacity to stand there, not two feet from me, and blatantly subject me to a display of your penis straining to burst from your towel is something that is surprising form a nice boy like you, and I hope this won’t be something I need to bring up with your parents, Ron.” Pam whispered, aware that Amy could join them at any moment. “As far as telling Amy, I don’t see any reason to upset her before she leaves to be with her dad. This will stay between us, and as long as nothing like this happens again, I don’t see the need to tell anyone, parents or Amy, about it.”

“Thank you…and I promise this was an accident and you don’t have to worry about me doing something like this ever again, I promise.” He responded to Pam’s offer of secrecy.

Ron was relieved. He didn’t want to upset Amy. He was pretty certain Beth was getting a thrill out of doing this to him, and even though he knew Pam had agreed to tease him, he certainly didn’t think her idea of teasing was him slinging his dick around in front of her face. The option of her being pissed enough to tell Amy or his parents seemed like a very real possibility, one that he seemed to have avoided.

He had flashed her though, and even though he had been scared, now that he thought about it, his dick began to harden once again. The thrill of exposing himself to her was coursing through his body. He turned to open and position the roll-a-way cot in an effort to keep Pam from noticing once again an erection tenting his towel. Seeking the shelter of his bed as quickly as possible, Ron crawled beneath the sheet, removed the damp towel and tossed it to the foot of his bed. He didn’t consider how he’d manage things in the morning, the need to avoid letting Pam know he was once again getting a hard-on from flashing her was his only goal at the moment.

Pam watched Ron toss away the towel, obviously naked beneath the thin sheet. She allowed her right hand to glide across her slippery thigh as she snuggled beneath the obscurity of her blanket. The sight of Ron’s lovely cock, bobbing before her, still etched in her brain. The thought of her and Beth tormenting him for the next couple of days putting a slight smirk on her face as Pam’s fingers nestled into her sex.

Beth was thrilled at Pam’s ability to so perfectly fulfill her roll with Ron, even better than Beth herself would have handled it. She would never have thought to threaten to tell Ron’s parents. Pure brilliance. With that deterrent and their total chastisement of young, befuddled Ron, their ability to orchestrate some monumental cock teasing scenarios in the coming days became not only possible, but very, very likely. Like Pam, Beth noticed that fact that Ron was nude beneath the white sheet. She slipped into her bed, beginning to once again replay and refine her developing ideas for a fun few days ahead.

Amy finally came from the bathroom, surprised to find everyone already in bed and asleep. She glanced at Ron, feeling frustrated that she had not granted Ron the gift of her virginity, as she had been planning to do in the Jacuzzi. Even more concerning was that she had no choice but to leave her boyfriend, his granite hard cock denied relief from the day’s near tortuous cock teasing, behind on an island filled with horny college girls. She had decided to go all the way with Ron, mostly because she loved him, or at least was pretty sure she loved him, but part of her decision was being influenced by nothing other than pure lust. While the teasing she had inflicted upon Ron had been devilish, her own body’s response to these sexy games was definitely urging her forward. She also knew that leaving him behind after what would have been their first time together, would almost certainly insure that he’d withstand the temptation of his surroundings. But now, leaving him after the night they’d just experienced, with a massively hard dick and so many willing girls all around, Amy wasn’t 100% convinced he had the maturity not to succumb to a seductive college slut.

Well, at least she’d have her mom and Beth to watch him for her. She was pretty certain Beth would probably do a little cock-teasing in her absence. And while that might keep Ron horny, it’d probably also keep him near them, like a puppy dog in heat. Amy kept telling herself that If he wasn’t around girls like Courtney and Shannon, then he sure couldn’t be lured into anything by them. Comforting herself with the twisted rationalization that having a sexy woman like Beth cock tease her boyfriend for the next two days was a good thing, Amy eventually drifted off to sleep herself.

“More To Come…”

“Hey guys, it’s after midnight and I really had better head home” I said reluctantly.

I realized that they probably really wanted to fuck right about now and I really needed to jerk off, so it was time to leave.

“You’ve had way to much to drink to be driving home now,” Laura said, “How about if you stay here, in the spare bedroom and head out tomorrow morning? I’ll even make you breakfast.”

“Stay Kurt, we would both feel better if you just crashed here. We have the room and it is late,” Al added.

I reluctantly agreed. They showed me the spare room, where the blankets and pillows were, and gave me a towel to get cleaned up with. I did my thing and headed to bed where I could hear them do the same. Eventually all was quiet and I figured they had gone to bed and were sleeping.

As I lay there in the dark, I couldn’t help but think about what I saw in the living room when Laura was on Al’s lap and then what Laura showed me earlier in the evening. She was so sexy and she knew it, and she knew that showing herself to me turned me on. I felt like a puppet being played with, but loved every minute of it.

The inevitable happened and I was getting hard again. I was stroking myself as I was imagining Laura, naked and on her back, legs spread wide open. She was begging me to fuck her, to pierce her with my long hard prick till my balls slapped against her ass. If I kept this up I was going to cum all over her guest bed, so I got up to go the bathroom and finish in there.

As I walked by their room, I noticed that there was a light on in the room and the door was open a few inches. The closer I got to the door, the more I could hear voices - low but distinguishable. I’m not normally the peeping tom type but the combination of my already being so horny and it being Laura in the room, I had to peek.

What I saw and heard did nothing to eliminate my hard-on! Al was standing with his back to me and Laura was sitting on the bed facing me, but they were turned slightly so I could see what they were doing. I couldn’t have asked for a better vantage point. They were still dressed but Al’s cock was out and standing at attention and Laura’s blouse was partly unbuttoned, her breasts exposed. She had Al’s cock in her hands, her fingers wrapped around him, sliding up and down very slowly.

“Why are you so horny Al?” she asked and bent forward to lick the tip of his cock.

“Because you are such a tease and a flirt” he said. “I saw you flashing your panties at Kurt when we were on the couch and I’m sure he got an eye full of tit when you bent down to pick up his glass. Is your pussy all wet from showing off like that?”

“Why don’t you check for yourself” she said.

Just then she looked over at the door. I must have moved and it caught her attention but she didn’t say anything. Instead she looked right at me and smiled just as Al reached down and put his hand inside her panties. She closed her eyes and purred.

Al started to pull on her panties, trying to take them off but she stopped him and stood up, pulled them down herself and threw them at the door. She did this I’m sure for my sake because it looked like she was doing a strip tease, slowly sliding them down, rotating her hips as she did, getting the maximum effect from such a simple task.

The panties landed right in front of the crack in the door, maybe three feet into the room. They looked so sexy and all I wanted to do was put them up to my nose and take a deep sniff, inhaling her sexy scent. It would be risky but I could probably snake my hand through the crack and grab them if I was real careful and quiet. Al was still facing away from the door and Laura was watching me while playing with Al’s cock.

I opened the door a little more and reached into the room while on my hands and knees. I had to partially enter the room to get to them but I did it very slowly and quietly. I grabbed them and slowly backed out of the room without Al ever knowing a thing and Laura with a smile and a sparkle in her eye. She was enjoying this way too much!

There was a huge sense of danger. Al could catch me at any time! That added to the excitement of this scenario, and it occurred to me that Laura had become an exhibitionist. How else could you explain the things she did the other day and what was happening right now? I didn’t know or care. At that moment I was so hot I was ready to explode.

Laura pulled Al’s pants down and off, then his shirt. She started sucking on his nipples, biting and pulling them all while playing with his cock. She worked her tongue lower and lower until she was at cock level and proceeded to lick his balls, lifting his cock up and out of the way. Laura was giving me a show as she went back to sucking his prick, taking it all the way into her mouth. I would never have thought her to be a deep throat kind of girl but she did it without a flinch. When she pulled his cock out there was a huge trail of spit that just flowed off of him and down her chin along with a long string of saliva stretching from the tip of his cock to her tongue. This looked very erotic!

I took her satin panties and wrapped them around my hard-on and began stroking myself with them. They were so silky and soft and felt great! I brought my panty-covered cock into Laura’s view through the crack in the door so she could see what she was doing to me and a wide grin formed on her face. She then attacked Al’s bone with even more enthusiasm, which dragged a growl out of him.

This must have sent Al into an aggressive mood because he picked Laura up and threw her onto the bed on her back. He ripped open her blouse sending a couple of buttons flying, and pulled her skirt up to her waist exposing her complete body for me. Al then forced her legs open showing me her completely shaved pussy, all wet and swollen. I could even see her clit sticking out of its hood.

He grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head pinning them to the bed and climbed between her legs, cock first. He put the tip of his cock right at her entrance and just rubbed it around, across her clit and down to her asshole, then back up again. This was having a terrific effect on Laura because she started moaning and moving her hips trying to get more contact with his cock. I could clearly see her juices running out of her cunt creating a wet spot on the bed and making Al’s cock all wet. He just kept on rubbing her pussy with his cock, making her wild with lust. He was definitely in control now and she was completely out of control, she wanted to get fucked and that was all she knew at that moment.

I was stroking myself faster and faster watching the action going on in front of me. I could even smell her sex, which made me even hotter! I was close to cumming but wanted to hold off so I could enjoy the end to this spectacle that was unfolding before me.

Al was now torturing Laura by holding back on penetrating her and he knew it. She was begging for him to fuck her.

“Fuck that pussy Al, you know you want to! You want to stick it so far inside me that I’ll choke on it, so do it! Fuck me, screw me like I’m your slut bitch!”

I couldn’t believe I heard her correctly, but I knew I did. She was making me even hotter than I was with this kind of talk, if that was possible! You think you know someone, and then all of a sudden you find out you don’t know them at all, or is it you don’t know all there is to know. Either way, I was intrigued and pleased!

“You want to fuck him, don’t you. You want to suck the cum out of his cock!” Al said to her with lust in his voice. She was shaking her head saying “No, no”. Al kept it up. “You want to see his prick sliding in and out of your cunt!”

Finally she confessed. “Yes, yes I want him to fuck me and I want you to watch him do it. I want to see you jerk off while watching him feed me his huge cock, jamming it into my pussy! I want him to cum in my mouth and you can watch me lick it off of his cock. Then I want you to screw my cunt as I’m sucking his prick clean. You can watch his cock slide into my mouth while you fuck my cunt. And you want that too, don’t you!”

Al buried his cock deep inside Laura with a grunt, then began stroking in and out of her with force and speed that could only come from a guy who was completely lost in his lust.

Then he yelled “Yes, yes, I want to watch him fuck you, I want to see his cock deep inside your pussy! I want to see you cum on his cock and then lick your own cum off his cock as he explodes in your face!”

I was shocked! Al was shocked. Laura was shocked too and we all came at the same time. Al pulled out of Laura just in time to squirt his cum all over her pussy and she in turn climaxed squirting all over the bed. I swear I saw a jet of her cum squirt right out of her pussy and onto the bed as her pussy convulsed, opening and closing. I could not have held off if a bomb had gone off next to me seeing all this. I promptly shot my entire load into Laura’s panties completely soaking them.

Al fell on top of Laura and then off to her side onto his back, his cock still twitching. Laura just laid there on her back legs spread wide open showing me Al’s cum all over her bald pussy, and I just sat down on the floor with a very wet pair of panties in my hand and a limp cock laying on my leg. What a sight to behold.

After a few minutes my senses came back and it occurred to me that I had better get out of there before they came back to life and noticed a near naked guy sitting in their doorway with a wet pair of panties in his hand. I threw the panties back into the room, got up and went back to bed. About ten minutes later as I was drifting into sleep I heard someone go into the bathroom but was to tired to care. That was the last thing I knew until morning.

I woke in the morning to a click sound. As I opened my eyes I saw Laura peeking though the partially open door.

“Morning Kurt, it’s 6:00 and I thought you might want to get cleaned up before heading to work. Also breakfast will be ready in about 30 minutes.”

As she was telling me this she came into the room, closed the door behind her and sat on the bed next to me. She had a short little nightie on that didn’t cover a lot.

“Thanks for waking me, I probably would have slept till noon if you hadn’t.” As I said this I noticed that she had the panties on from last night and I could see that they were still wet from my cum. I could feel myself starting to get hard again.

“Did you sleep OK?” she asked.

“I slept fine once I was able to get to sleep. Something was keeping me awake till after 1:00 but then I was able to relax and fall asleep,” I said.

“I’m glad you were finally able to sleep, you need your rest you know” she said. Then she bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her nightie fell open and I just reached in and grabbed her tit. This was the first time I had actually touched her sexually and it felt like electricity was running through my fingers. We stayed like that for just a few seconds before she got up and left.

“Breakfast in 30 minutes,” she said over her shoulder.

I showered, shaved and dressed in the 30 minutes before breakfast. When I sat down I realized I was starved. It’s amazing what kind of appetite a little voyeurism can create I thought to myself. Al asked if I slept OK and I said yes.

“I was afraid that we might have kept you up last night” he said with a chuckle.

“No, I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow. That is a very comfortable bed you have in there.”

I ate and quickly cleaned up before running out of the house. I was late for work plus I didn’t know what to say after witnessing their lovemaking last night. I’ve always had voyeuristic tendencies as I think most people do, but this was above and beyond voyeurism. It was as if I was a part of their lust encounter.

I know Laura saw me, so for her I was a part of it and somehow deep inside me I felt that Al knew also but didn’t want me to know that he knew. This all sounds very confusing, but also very erotic and I think I like it! Maybe I’ll drop by this weekend and see what new adventure awaits me. Whatever happens it couldn’t be as good as last night, could it?

“(This story could very easily go to another chapter. If you would like to hear what happens next time let me know. Also I would love to hear from those who may have had a similar thing happen to them.

Till next time, thanks for reading my stories)”