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I’M SO EXCITED I COULD burst. School is finally finished!
I’ll never be a high schooler again. Graduation isn’t for a while yet, but that’s fine. I just need a break from the classes and the incessant attention and annoyingness of school life.
I leave campus without preamble or saying bye to anyone. Even my friends.
One of the guys I used to have a crush on, who I’ve long forgotten, tries to get me to slow down. It’s Cole Beckett, and he wants to know if I have plans this summer—if we can possibly hang out.
Sorry, buddy, I’ve got a surprise at home and people to fuck. Our chance is over.
Ever since Decker stepped back into my life, no other guy has had a chance at stealing my heart. I toss them aside like pennies in a wishing well, and I do get quite a lot of attention. Over the last couple years, I’ve really, uh, blown up, in terms of my looks.
I’m tall like a volleyball player, but curvy, top-heavy, and bottom-heavy. I’ve seen enough porn to know that my looks match what most of the girls on there look like—I’ve got the “in” body style in spades: not too skinny, with some meat on my bones, and soft and voluptuous in all the right places.
Needless to say, I drive the boys wild.
But I don’t want them. I want Decker, and Arthur, and Logan . . . I need men with experience. Even if they’re only five or so years older than me—except Arthur, he seems a bit older perhaps—they have knowledge to pass down to me, and I want to eat it up.
They also have cock to pass down to me. Big, fat, meaty cocks that I can’t get enough of.
My malaise attitude from last night has gone away. All I needed was some food, a raunchy fuck over the dinner table, and some sleep.
Now I feel much better.
I realized this morning I don’t need to make all my life decisions right now. There’s still summer to enjoy before I have to decide if I want to go to college, or try to find a job, or just keep being Decker’s toy slut until the end of time.
I’m leaning towards the latter, but let’s just see what the next few months has in store, yeah? Maybe things will change.
Mom is there to pick me up from school. It’s the first time she’s done that in a long time, but she needed the car today.
I’m a little sad it’s not Decker picking me up on his motorcycle, whisking me away from this school so I can stick my tongue out at all the mean girlies on my way out, with my arms wrapped around my strapping young older man.
Mom says it’s because he’s been staying secretive at the house all day. She has a worried look on her face during the entire drive home, biting her lip, but not in a sexy way.
I put a hand on her shoulder and she jumps. “Don’t worry, Mom. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“How do you know?”
I frown. “Decker wouldn’t hurt me. No matter what he’s planning.”
“Are you sure about that, honey?”
Her words throw me off. I pause, trying to catch my brain up to speed. “Do you not trust him or something, Mom?”
She sighs and shakes her head as she pulls the car onto our street. “No, it’s not that. It’s just . . . his motives? I don’t know. I’ve done wrong by you—”
“Don’t,” I say, my voice strong and firm. “Don’t start with that, Mom. I don’t wanna hear it. Not now.”
She gulps and nods. “Okay, honey.”
“Let’s just enjoy my last day of school, okay? I trust Deck, and that’s all that matters.”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Her eyes linger on me before she turns back to the road. Then she smiles and says, “You’re right. Let’s enjoy the day and see what he has in store, huh? I bet it’s going to be riveting.”
“Riveting” is one way to put it, I think. What she means to say is degrading, raunchy, disgusting, and probably illegal.
I can’t wait.
My pussy has been on edge all day, wet and confused and ready for something drastic. But what could he possibly have in store that was more than the other night at the steakhouse?
“Congrats on finishing school, honey,” Mom says absentmindedly as we pull in. “I’m glad you stuck through with it.”
I smirk at her. “It was going to break your little heart if I dropped out, huh?”
She nods. “Not gonna lie. Yeah, it was.”
“Well . . . now that I’m finished, I can do whatever I want. And no one can stop me.”
She gulps again. “You’re right, Cass. No one can stop you.” A fearful expression comes over her. “And I don’t think anyone has been able to stop you for a long, long time now.”
* * *
WE WALK INTO THE HOUSE, Mom carrying some grocery bags in her arms. I wonder what’s in there.
I don’t have long to think about it, because the moment we step in, we’re greeted by all three guys who are staying with us: Decker, Logan, Arthur. All in the main room.
Plus a stranger.
He’s a tall, handsome black man dressed in a suit. He shoots me and Mom a smile as we walk in, surprise registering on our faces with wide eyes.
We share a look, and then Mom asks, “Um, hello. Who is this, Decker?”
Decker pats the man on the back. “This is Darius, Glor. And he’s your biggest fan.”
“He’s my . . . what?”
Decker’s grin widens. “Anything you like to say, Darius?”
The man licks his bottom lip slowly, eyes roving over both of us like we’re fresh pieces of meat. “Even better in person, Deck. I gotta thank you for this.”
“Well, it ain’t out of the kindness of my heart, man,” Decker answers.
These guys sound buddy-buddy as hell. What the heck is going on here? I’m flabbergasted.
Mom comes to the same question. “Want to tell me what, um, Darius is talking about, Decker?”
“He’s going to fuck you, Glor.”
He says it so casually, it’s almost like he’s expecting us just to shrug it off and be okay with it. I mean, hell, we don’t even have the front door closed yet!
I turn to Mom to see what she’s going to say, smug and dismissive, and I’m horrified at the expression on her face.
Her eyes are half-lidded. She looks curious and a bit confused, but also horny as hell. I know fuck-me eyes when I see them.
“He does look like a treat,” Gloria says.
“Mom?!” I cry.
She steps toward him. “What a big boy you are, Darius.”
What the fuck is going on here?
Mom drops the bags on the floor, closes the door, and steps toward him in the middle of the room. All four guys are eating her up.
She brings one of the bags with her, and says, “Dig in. You’ll find what you need.”
Decker shakes his head. “Even better, Glor. I checked his card. He’s clean.”
Mom cocks her head. “Really?”
Darius puts his hands on his hips. “Are you that surprised, ma’am?”
“N-No, I just . . . didn’t expect you to bring results with you.”
I step forward. “Mom, you can’t really be thinking of—”
Darius rips Mom’s shirt open before I can finish my sentence. Buttons go flying from her blouse and her heavy tits drop out in her bra. She lets out a little squeal of delight and anticipation, and I can’t deny the sense of arousal I feel at seeing the dominance of this stranger.
He kisses her neck, her collar, then fondles her huge melon tits in his hands before peeling her bra off.
He never kisses her mouth, I realize.
The man’s finely-pressed suit is a heaped pile within seconds, and then he’s naked before us with his big black cock growing between Mom’s thighs.
And I’m just standing there, watching, awestruck and dumb.
“Let’s see what you’ve got, big boy,” Mom says.
I still don’t know what’s come over her, but when she starts to lead Darius to the couch—literally pulling him by the cock—she turns to me and says, “I can do whatever I want too, honey. And no one can stop me, either.”
Then she bends over the armrest of the couch, smiling at me, as Darius lines himself up behind her.
“God this pussy looks amazing,” he says, licking his palm before fingering her. His hand disappears between my mom’s legs, and just like that he has her moaning.
The other guys are starting to grow erections, their pants bulging. Logan is shirtless, his tattoos on full display, and he creeps toward me.
“I know how it turns you on to watch your mom getting plowed, you horny little thing,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“N-Not true!” I lie.
Darius slams his long cock into my mom’s pussy and she jolts forward from the strength of his thrust. Her hands fall onto the cushion of the couch, belly draped over the armrest, with her ass raised.
Darius spanks her and draws red handprints on her fleshy ass cheeks. He has her pants down at her ankles.
When I look down, I notice my pants are also being lowered to my knees. Logan has no decorum and doesn’t give a fuck.
Arthur joins us, and before I know it, shit is about to go down right here in the living room.
I blink, still dumbfounded, and let them have me.
This is what I’ve waited for, right? I can’t turn them away now . . . not after I’ve been so horny all day and night.
Decker’s on his phone. It hurts me to see that his friends are paying me attention, and Mom attention, but not he himself. Like, what the fuck? You have two gorgeous, close-to-being-naked women right in front of you, and you’re on your freaking phone?
Then he starts filming Mom getting doggystyle fucked by Darius. “Here’s what the doctor ordered, everyone. Come and see what it’s all about, one day only!”
“Wait,” I croak, “just what the hell does that me—”
Logan’s cock curves into me from behind.
I gasp and groan and fall forward onto my hands and knees.
He falls with me, helping me from toppling, and wraps his arms around me. “I’ve got ya, girl. There, there. No more talking. Just wrap those tight pussy lips around my cock and everything will be okay.”
He’s not wrong. A surge of warmth shoots through me, and then I’m on my hands and knees in the living room, my knees aching on the hardwood floor.
Arthur lowers his pants and shoves his cock in my face.
“Decker, look at me!” I demand, crying out.
Arthur uses the opportunity of my mouth opening to feed his cock into my gullet. I gag and choke on his girth, eyes fluttering. He smiles and grips my hand in his hands.
They have me spitroasted in two minutes flat. These two hung bastards, who don’t give a shit about anything but their own pleasure.
They usually fuck my mom, double-teaming her until the house is shaking from her screams. Or they fuck each other. But today, they’ve chosen me.
“Don’t worry, it’s just to loosen you up,” Logan says, his cock driving into my wet cunt. “You’ll have your big bro soon enough.”
I sure hope so. Because I’m so fucking horny I could die.
Giving myself into the pleasure of these two studs, I close my eyes to keep tears from falling. They aren’t sad tears anymore, but tears from Arthur’s cock spearing into my throat and causing my gag reflex to go off.
It’s hard to take both of them at once. They’re so big, I feel like they’re meeting in the middle of me, cocks pounding my stomach from different angles.
I’m rocking back and forth.
On the bed, Mom is wailing, bouncing forward before throwing her huge ass back into Darius’ sturdy hips.
We’re just a couple of sluts who gave ourselves up to the situation immediately. We didn’t even make it to the kitchen before our clothes were ripped off by these vagabonds, and now they’re taking us for everything we’re worth.
It’s so filthy it makes my heart race. I love every second of it, as much as I want to gripe and complain about the circumstances.
When Darius picks up his speed, I see what’s going on between Arthur’s legs. Arthur’s heavy balls smack me in the face, but on every upswing I can see Darius on the other side of the room, giving it all to my mom.
Then he pulls out, strokes his big black cock with both hands, and sprays cum all over my mom’s back and ass cheeks.
Arthur pumps down my throat and I snort, surprised and shocked at this sudden turn of events.
Cum dribbles out my nose, and my makeup is ruined. I pull back, coughing and retching, and leer up at him. “You could have w-warned me, Art!”
He just smiles deviously down at me, flashing his million-dollar, charming farmboy smile. “Pardon, ma’am,” he says with the tip of his hat.
Logan finishes just before I feel the urge of an orgasm coming on. It’s a little disappointing, because I’m so transfixed on Mom, Darius, and Decker, that I can hardly even think about myself and how I feel.
Because if I did, I’d know I feely really fucking good.
But this is all happening too fast. Isn’t it supposed to be my day? I’m the one who finished high school . . . so why isn’t anyone paying attention to me?!
Then the doorbell rings.