Lil said that she was going to go out to a movie, but that she’d not be out too late, she’d be back around 10 or so.
The house was silent and Gary considered the day. It had been a strange day, and he sat on the couch, and replayed it all in his head. Some guys would kill to be in his shoes he supposed. He really didn’t seem to have much difficulty in getting laid, and those who were his partners were usually quite attractive. Bernie’s mom said the some people just put out a “sexual aura” that others found irresistible. Little did she know that Gary had been less than faithful to Bernie. At least he’d come clean, and confessed his infidelities with Colleen.
Lil and Bernie’s suggestion that they make Colleen their sex slave was pretty wild, even for them. He thought they could probably persuade Colleen to serve them, using a combination of guilt, and pleasuring. He thought about fucking her that afternoon, and how she lost herself in the sex. Unzipping his pants, he took his hard cock in his hand, and began to stroke it.
Visions of the redhead sucking his cock, and of him blowing his load over her upturned smiling face, and into her wavy red hair. Then he imagined taking her from behind, as she lapped up the juices from Bernie’s wet, dripping pussy. He thought of how tight her pussy had been, and how it would be to take her from behind as he slapped her ass and she moaned loudly into his girlfriend’s steaming sex.
He stroked faster and more vigorously. He was close. The vision encouraged him. He began to moan, he could feel the first tingling, and then the doorbell rang. Dammit! He cursed, pulling up his shorts and jeans, and quickly buckling his belt, the doorbell rang again, and he heard an insistent knock.
“I’m coming, hold on!” He laughed at the irony. His cock was as hard as it could be, and tented against his pants. He didn’t care at this point. Reaching the front door, he threw open the door, and saw a rather petite blonde, with blue eyes, large framed glasses and high cheekbones. Dressed simply but seductively, she wore a simple white blouse that held large round breasts straining the buttons. A short black skirt, beige stockings or pantyhose, and two-inch pumps.
“I’m Lynn. Is Lillian here? We met today at HOT. I mean I work there, and she forgot something at the store today.”
Gary recalled the girls' description of what went on at the mall that day. Perhaps Lynn liked boys too.
“She’s not here right now, but she’ll be home soon.” Gary lied. “Would you like to come in and wait?” |