Cynthia and Susanna Johnson, or Cyn and Su as they were called by their friends and each other, were twins, though you would be hard-pressed to guess it by looking at them. To put it mildly, they were definitely not identical twins. Both their parents had strawberry blonde hair, but the genetic crap-shoot had purified the situation in both girls. Cyn had long, straight blonde locks worthy of a Nordic princess, while Su had wavy, vibrant titian tresses that gave fair warning to everyone of her volatile emotions. In both cases, the girls wore their hair long enough that, when they didn't have it braided, in a ponytail, or otherwise confined or controlled, it reached the small of their backs. Similarly to their hair, their eyes also underwent genetic filtering from their parents hazel orbs. In defiance of stereotypes, it was Cyn who had the cat-green eyes, while Su received the electric blue gaze.
The differences didn't stop at their faces, either. For while both were fit and healthy, due to their shared interest in athletic activity, though not in the same sports, their bodies were of markedly different appearances. Cynthia was long and lean, standing just a couple inches shy of six feet, with the fine, toned muscles developed via volleyball, basketball, and track-and-field. Her endurance was amazing and she had set new records in both the 5k and 10k races that past spring at the state finals. She also enjoyed skiing and, given her endurance, the ski coach had been trying to talk her into joining the team to fill in the hole they'd had since both of their long distance skiers had graduated. Worried that it would interfere with basketball, or her studies, for that matter—there were only so many hours in the week—she had so far turned the coach down. Though thin, she still had undeniable—if comparatively modest next to her sister—womanly curves, and was perfectly happy with her 36B breasts, saying anything more would have made her uncomfortable running and jumping.
Susanna, on the other hand, was a curvy little firecracker. Barely cracking five feet, she sported wider hips than her sister, a waist no bigger, and 34D breasts that were quite impressive on her smaller frame. While her development since entering puberty had made it quite unlikely that she would ever become a national, let alone international, star in her chosen sports of gymnastics and figure skating, nor would her love of dance ever translate into a career as a ballerina, she quite frankly wasn't temperamentally suited to the level of dedication and single-mindedness generally necessary to succeed at that level in any of those pursuits, as displayed by the mere fact that she pursued all three.
Still, she was quite skilled, having become the state Women's All-Around Champion in gymnastics during her freshman year, and come in second the next winter in the state figure skating championships. However, those were her personal pinnacles of triumph, and as her balance continued to alter from her physical development, she knew that, while she remained a solid contributor to the school teams, she would never again be a serious favorite for a state title. That this didn't bother her in the slightest just helped to prove that she was insufficiently fixated on those sports to ever have been a top gymnast or figure skater, even if she had remained relatively boyish. (In fact, from what she had read, the strict diet many of the top competitors followed possibly caused delays in their puberty, which could be one of the ways they kept their bodies from interfering with their ability to compete at that level. Su would give up gymnastics and figure skating completely before she'd have given up her junk food. Getting between her and her chocolate fix was a dangerous thing to do.)
Dance, on the other hand, was something she did for fun, not to compete, which was also why she'd dropped out of cheerleading during her sophomore year—the cheerleading coach had decided that cheerleading competitions were what the cheer squad was all about, not supporting the various high school teams, and treated games as practices at best, but most often as annoying, but regrettably necessary, inconveniences that interfered with the competition schedule. When the coach got mad at her for suggesting they come up with some sidelines cheers that actually involved the names of the players on their football team, Su told her to go fuck a megaphone since she obviously needed to get laid by something her stretched out cunt could actually feel now that her own fist wasn't doing it for her anymore. (She considered the subsequent two-week's detention so worth it, and the fact that she got officially kicked off the team just proved that the brain-dead coach didn't understand that the insults were her way of saying “I quit, you stupid bitch.”)
Early in the summer between their junior and senior years, when the girls were still sixteen, having been born in mid-August, they were also still technically virgins—at least from the viewpoint of those who only counted heterosexual coupling to be virginity-ending sex. They had fooled around with each other nearly continuously since the start of their junior year, but had never even bothered dating, or making out with, any of the boys they went to school with—for they all, especially the jocks and popular guys they most interacted with, seemed far too immature to even consider kissing—let alone having them as boyfriends or going all the way with them. Neither one had ever even seen a cock in the flesh at that point, though they had seen plenty in other ways, especially from connecting one of their laptops up to the flatscreen tv in their shared bedroom so they could watch internet porn while making out with each other. (They knew they weren't supposed to access sites like that at their age, but that just made the whole idea that much more enticing. Yes, there'd be hell to pay if their folks ever caught them, but they had a portable copy of Firefox on a flash drive and used that exclusively when surfing adult sites so there'd never be any sign of such activities in the histories, bookmarks, or caches of their laptops. And besides, their parents just plain weren't around enough to catch them or snoop into their activities, and the girls hadn't had a nanny watching over them since they started middle school, just the cook and the maid, both of whom could be counted on for their discretion.)
Su had tried to talk her sister into going to chatrooms or do sexy webcamming, but so far Cyn's cooler head had prevailed, with her repeatedly saying things like, “No way, Su, those places are full of pervy old men. Besides, if we cammed, they could record it, and then it could spread all over the net. Once it was out there, we'd have no control over who saw it. Pervs everywhere would be jacking off to us.” The last part actually hurt her argument more than it helped it, because the thought of men all over the world masturbating to them clearly turned Su on, if the passion with which she attacked her sister was any indication, and if Cyn were honest with herself, the idea moistened her own pussy some as well, but she wasn't slave to her passions—at least, not yet.
The girls had considered getting jobs that summer, not really to have more spending money, given their generous allowances, so much as for something to do besides just hanging out. (Their father was a corporate lawyer and their mother a senior scientist at a large biotech corporation that was one of their clients—which was how they met, back when he was just a junior partner and she was only an intern—so the family was quite well off, and the girls rarely lacked for pocket money, even if it was at the expense of regular contact with their parents.) However, they were quite certain that they didn't want to work anywhere they couldn't work together, nor did they want to work in any of the traditional teenage jobs such as fast food restaurants, convenience stores, or the local mall. Both their mother and their father had offered to find them something at the firms they worked at, but the last thing they wanted was to have their first jobs be somewhere that a screw up would reflect poorly on one of their parents.
They were still debating the merits of the idea when something happened that drove all thoughts of needing to find something to do with their time from both their heads. The houses in their neighborhood were all large affairs with correspondingly large yards, front and back—nearly, but not quite, mansions really. One of the ways in which they differed from true mansions was that their grounds were not quite so extensive as to banish all signs of having neighbors, and the backyard of their rear neighbor was quite visible over the intervening fence from the girls' third floor bedroom. They knew that house was owned by Miss Langley, a nice woman in her mid-thirties who lived alone. The entire family got along well with their neighbor, who already lived there when they moved in ten years ago, so they had never seen a need to replace the gate in the fence between them with impassible fence. The girls, in fact, treated Miss Langley, who insisted they call her Victoria even when they were young, as a sort of aunt, and as they got older and more mature, Victoria became Tori, and more like a big sister than an aunt.
Thus, knowing that Tori was off on a free, month-long cruise in the Mediterranean that she had earned as a perk from one of the companies she dealt with as a travel agent, the girls were quite surprised to see movement over at their neighbor's house. Looking closer, they quickly determined a man was walking around on Tori's patio in matching sweatpants and hoodie. After firing up the gas grill to get it ready to start cooking, he pulled off his hoodie and the t-shirt underneath. Even from their third-floor vantage point, the girls could see that he was lean and well muscled, with the long, toned muscles of an athlete, not the monstrous bulk of a weight-lifting bodybuilder. The girls looked on with shock as he continued to strip, kicking off his cross-trainers and slipping out of his sweatpants, revealing that he was going commando underneath. While they're brains were still trying to process what they were seeing, he climbed out on the diving board of Tori's pool and executed a perfect one-and-a-half somersault dive, ripping the entry with no visible splash at all.
“ He must be wearing a flesh-colored thong or speedo,” Cynthia said, more to herself than to her twin.
“ No he's not,” Susanna replied, “I saw his cock.”
“ You did not.”
“ I did too,” Su insisted heatedly.
Shaking her head, Cyn declared, “There is no way you could have seen his cock. Do you know how big it would have to be to have seen it from all the way up here?” The girls glared at each other, neither one willing to concede the point when they were both sure they were right. Then, suddenly, their eyes widened simultaneously as they both realized at the exact same moment that they were both right. Like a flash, they were both back at the window staring down at the fellow, who was, at that moment, doing laps in the pool with the strong, determined strokes of a trained swimmer. From their height and distance, they couldn't make out much, until Cynthia had the idea of using the zoom mode of the built-in webcam of one of their top-of-the-line laptops.
It helped, though not as much as they would have liked. With the aid of the camera, they were able to determine that he was tall, thin, with short black hair, well tanned, probably not much older than themselves, and had the most amazing ass they had ever seen. (Not that they'd seen any naked male asses in person, but they'd seen plenty online, and had made a game between themselves of rating the clothed asses of the men they spotted walking around while hanging around at the mall.) The turned to each other from the screen and both said “Ten!” and then laughed together at having given their scores in stereo. “Actually, eleven,” added Cyn, “we're going to have to recalibrate the scale. If he's our new ten, everybody else is going to have to be downgraded to fit the new curve.” Cynthia was definitely the scholar-athlete of the pair, excelling in all of her classes, but most especially in math and science, which she aced despite being in the AP classes. Susanna, on the other hand, was more right-brained, and artistically inclined. In addition to her love of dance, she also was quite a fair hand at graphic arts, though she was more inclined to do her work—other than constantly drawing and sketching in one of the sketch pads she carried everywhere—on her computer than to create physical artworks.
Resuming their spying via webcam, the girls discovered that while they were busy giggling with each other, the boy had gotten out of the pool and was currently standing with only his upper body visible as he put some stuff on the now open gas grill. Closing the grill and moving to one of the lounge chairs around the periphery of the patio, he spread a beach towel, sat down, and began applying sunblock to his entire body. Both girls got extremely wet, and Su actually moaned in pleasure, as he didn't neglect to protect his cock and balls, and apparently decided that as long as he was rubbing his cock with something slippery, he might as well enjoy it. From what they could tell on their screen, it didn't actually appear to have gotten much longer as it hardened, which really was a blessing, given how long it started out, and the resolution, even at the highest zoom, wasn't enough for them to tell if it got any thicker. The girls watched spellbound until he reached the inevitable conclusion, his cum spraying in several spurts onto the slate patio. It wasn't until he finished applying the sunblock to his legs and feet and lay back to sunbathe while his food cooked that either could break the silence. “Damn, I wish I'd thought to record that,” Susanna breathed.
“ Shit, I never even considered that,” her sister replied. “That was so fucking hot. My panties are drenched.”
“ So are mine. Get them off and get on the bed. After that, I'm sure you need to cum as badly as I do, Cyn.” Cynthia didn't hesitate to comply. Both girls quickly removed their skirts and dropped their thongs. Not wasting the time necessary to take anything else off, they quickly moved to a sixty-nine position on the queen-sized bed. Their parents were sufficiently absentee that they had yet to consider that the bed they shared when they were six might be getting used by the sixteen year-old girls for more than just sleeping. They were just relieved that the girls had not yet started dating and thought their daughters were just so busy with their many extra-curricular activities that they hadn't really discovered their sexuality yet. They were also sufficiently conservative that it never even occurred to them that the girls might be interested in each other, or to wonder what the girls did all the time over at the house of their very sexy neighbor in her thirties. While the girls had not yet done anything with Tori, they had shared many climax-inducing fantasies of seducing their hot older friend, but hadn't dared try anything for fear of ruining their friendship.
Both girls were so horny that there was very little by way of preliminaries. They both dove right in and began eating out their sister with abandon, delving deep with their tongues to lick up the copious quantities of juices they were each producing. Cyn took things further and kicked it up a notch by biting down on Su's clit. That produced a little mini-quake that had Su instantly on the verge of climaxing, but Cyn released her, and stopped her fingers that were, at that moment, buried deep in her sister's pussy, so that Su plateaued rather than peaking, and as Su resumed her own ministrations to Cyn's juicy quim, she returned to what she was doing, determined to bring her sister to a truly earth-shattering climax, one worthy of the amazing sight they had just shared.
Nibbling on Su's outer labia, she turned her hand over so she could curl her fingers up into her sister's g-spot. She was instantly rewarded with a series of tremors throughout the redhead's body, as well as an increased flood of the honey pouring forth from her depths. Meanwhile, her own juices were practically drowning her sister as she lay beneath her. Never before had she flowed so freely. She was clearly in desperate lust with this new boy next door, despite never having really seen him close up. She never would have guessed that she was a size queen, and tried to convince herself that it wasn't just his big cock, but his tall, muscled body as well. As she thought of his cock plowing her depths, though, she couldn't hold herself back, and exploded into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. At the same time, the clenching of her hand the climax caused made her thumb press down hard on Su's clit while her fingers were pushing fiercely up against her g-spot, sending her sister off into so hard an orgasm that she momentarily blacked out.
When both girls had come back down to earth, they licked up all the juices of each other's cum, and then, after taking a moment to shed their blouses and bras, settled down in each other's arms, lazily kissing each other, and licking their own pussy cream off each other's face. “I know you're as turned on as I am,” Cynthia said to her sister as they snuggled in their afterglow, “but we can't ever let a boy come between us. I love you, always and forever, no matter what. You may not have seriously thought about it yet, but I know you, and I know me, and unless that boy is gay or an idiot, he's going to end up claiming both our cherries. And we can't let ourselves ever get jealous. He might have silly notions about being true to one girl or something, and we can't pull the whole switch trick like identical twins might, but even if he ends up being with only one of us, and pops the other 'only as a favor' to his girl, we both have to agree that we each get whatever we each can get and, while we do our best to make sure we both get as much as possible, that he can never break the bond we have.”
Su looked at her sister in surprise and said, “You want him to be our boyfriend? But we don't know anything about him. He might be a first class jerk, or a loser, or some immature nerd who can't even talk in the presence of a girl, let alone dick her hard with that massive cock.”
“ If you saw the look in your eyes as you said that last bit, you'd know what I already know with certainty. Regardless of what he's like personality-wise, you're going to obsess over that lad until you find out exactly what it's like to be 'dicked hard by that massive cock' and nothing had better get in the way of your goal. Like I said, I know you.” Giving her sister a steely gaze, she continued, “I dare you, just try and tell me you won't do anything you have to in order to get plowed by that cock.” Su looked like she was going to try, but they both knew she could never lie to Cyn, strangely enough, not even when she'd be lying to herself at the same time, and that little quirk had allowed her to discover many things she'd been lying to herself about over the years, and thus, forced her to face the fact that she truly would do absolutely anything to have that cock inside her. Scared by that realization, she looked at her sister and saw an answering gaze there. “Yes, I feel the same way, which is why we have to swear that, no matter what, we won't ever let this cock come between us. Swear by our bond, and make it true in our hearts, that what we have is stronger than anything, even this.”
Nodding, Su replied, “I swear, Sis. I love you too, with all my heart. You know that. I wouldn't even have a boy who was stupid enough to reject you. Yes, now that you've made me face it; I want him badly, very badly, and yes, I'd do just about anything it took to get him, but if he's dumb enough to refuse to fuck an eager blonde goddess like you, he's too much of a moron to let his dick in me.” At a glance from Cyn that forced her to truthfully qualify that last statement, she added, “At least, more than once. So he might have my cherry, but if he doesn't have yours as well, that's all he's ever getting from me. After all, after that, I'll already know what it's like, so I won't be obsessed over that anymore. Shit, Cyn, I meant it last fall when we swore we'd always be together in our hearts, even if we marry different guys and start raising families. I'm always going to be yours and your always going to be mine, no matter what, and any guy who tries to change that had better have more protection on his nuts than some sunblock.”
Marcus Sinclair had arrived at his aunt's place earlier than expected—two months earlier than expected, actually. He just had to get out of his parents' place before he or his Dad said something that would ruin what was left of their relationship forever, and maybe without him there pissing his Dad off competing for alpha male status, his folks could patch things up and save their nearly failed marriage. Either that or with him finally off to college, his parents would figure out they'd been staying together for the sake of “the family” and it was time to just end the pain.
He knew Aunt Tori was on vacation; she always took a long vacation each summer that she'd earned with her business. As she explained it to him, people taking major summer vacations generally planned them months in advance, so the small trips that came up during the summer could be handled by her staff, allowing them to earn some commissions helping businessmen get to meetings and such. It was, in fact, on just such a vacation two years prior, when Aunt Tori had received exclusive use of a vacation house on Lake Tahoe for the entire summer as a perk for booking so many vacationers into the rest of the houses of that particular resort, that Marc's world had been turned upside down.
Sending his parents into town for a romantic dinner at a restaurant that wanted her to recommend it to clients, she had assured them that she would “keep Marc out of trouble” so they could relax and enjoy themselves. While it was true that she was trying to help her sister save her marriage by rekindling the romance, she also had ulterior motives of her own. That was the night Aunt Tori seduced him. He had thought he was imagining things when it seemed the kiss she gave him at his sixteenth birthday party the week before was possibly longer and more passionate than an aunt would typically give her nephew, but she left no doubt in his mind when, the moment his parents' car was out of sight, she turned to him and said, “Marc, you sexy hunk, are you still a virgin?”
Wide-eyed at her question, but hopeful as to what it implied, all he could do was nod affirmatively while a blush spread under his tan. “I'm not surprised, what with you attending that private boy's academy your dad sent you to.” It was a really good school, but the entire family, including, apparently even his aunt, knew that his dad had only done it because it was prestigious to have a kid there. All of his classmates came from old money; many were second or third generation legacies at the school. Marc didn't mind because while there were classes that the stuck-up pricks who intended to do nothing more with their themselves than settle into lives as idle-rich playboys after several years of partying at college could coast through, there also were rigorous and academically challenging classes available to those who actually wanted a serious and extensive education and planned to get into institutions that weren't merely prestigious, but renowned for the quality, and difficulty, of their academic programs. Bainsworth Academy for Boys included grades six through twelve, so Marc hadn't shared a class with a girl since elementary school. At least it was only a day school and he returned to the family penthouse every day after school. If he'd been packed off to some remote boarding school like his father had originally suggested, he'd never even have seen girls during the school year.
His eyes nearly bugged from his head when she reached behind herself and undid her bikini top, freeing her beautiful breasts for him to admire. “Unless you're entirely opposed to the idea, and the monster trying to escape your swim trunks leads me to suspect otherwise, I see no reason the sun should rise on another day of your virginity.” Sliding the bottoms of her bikini off, she told him, “I'm going to go take a shower. If you don't join me, I'll accept the fact that you weren't interested, or weren't ready for this, but if you do join me, I'll spend the rest of our vacation teaching you what to do with a willing woman every chance we get to be alone.” Needless to say, Marc had his trunks off and was heading for the shower faster than you could say “horny teenager”.
True to her word, Aunt Tori, or just Tori as she insisted he now call her, since they were lovers, took every opportunity to teach him about sex in all its myriad forms. She was especially happy to discover, once he got passed his initial shyness and lack of experience, that he was a natural Dominant, instinctively taking charge, allowing her—once she'd taught him enough about how things worked between a Dom and a sub, including the difference between that relationship and the one between a Master and a slave, and most especially how both of those differed in the modern BDSM context from any fantasies he might have that resembled historical, non-consensual slavery—to give in to her own inner need to submit, to have a firm hand control her and guide her.
After that, even though she continued to teach him new things about sex, it was always at his direction. When he decided he wanted to fuck her ass, that was when she taught him about the right ways and the wrong ways to go about anal sex, and why which ways were which. When he expressed an interest in trying bondage and impact play, that was when she taught him about S.S.C. and R.A.C.K., and the differences and similarities between those two philosophies, warning him that in some groups in the lifestyle, one philosophy or the other might be treated as virtual “word-of-god” and those who followed the other philosophy regarded as crazy, dangerous heretics.
The days of vacation virtually flew by, with the two of them finding every excuse to either send his parents off somewhere together or go somewhere themselves. Marc was worried that his folks might suspect something was going on between the two of them, but Tori assured him that she'd told her sister when she'd invited them all to join her for the summer, that she intended to help her recapture the romance in her marriage, and that she'd do everything she could to keep Marc busy and out of his parents' hair so that they could have as much alone time as possible. She hadn't decided to definitely seduce him until after they'd arrived and she discovered how much he'd grown, how much of a hardbody he was, and how massive a stick he was failing to hide in his swim trunks.
While the summer proved a huge success for Marc, the plans had not achieved their desired result as far as his parents relationship. For one thing, Marc's dad was a workaholic who had only barely been convinced to take five weeks off that summer, despite the fact that he got seven weeks of vacation every year, over and above the extra he constantly received converting the sick days he never took the year before into additional vacation, and that his boss was virtually threatening to reassign all his projects to other people if he didn't take some significant time off and relax. Marc's birthday had occurred two days after they had arrived, so when their affair began, his dad was supposed to stay in Tahoe almost four more weeks, but barely into the fourth week of the vacation, more than ten days before he was due to depart, he declared he had to get back to the office.
The entire time they'd been there, he'd been keeping tabs on what was going on there via his smartphone and laptop—sometimes, according to the complaints Marc's mother made to her sister, and Tori later shared with Marc, he even spent more time paying attention to emails, stock prices, and the like in the middle of supposedly romantic dinners alone with her than he did to his own enticingly dressed wife. Assured by Tori that Marc wouldn't be any trouble, and that it was no problem to adjust the dates on the plane tickets, his mother quietly packed her own things as well as her husbands, and his folks left. While she was at it, per Marc's command, Tori adjusted the date on Marc's ticket as well, so that rather than leaving when his folks originally planned on leaving, he could stay on the rest of the summer with her.
No longer needing to hide anything from his parents, they spent the rest of the summer openly a couple, though Tori did get the occasional disapproving look from the conservative and judgmental. Once, when they were making out in a nice restaurant at one of the casinos on the Nevada side of the lake, a blue-haired old lady obviously there eating the meal she'd earned as a comp for playing so much nickel slots came over to them and said, “You're disgusting, you cradle-robbing, cougar hussy.”
Marc gave the old biddie the stern and commanding gaze that had sent shivers of submissive delight through Tori the first time he'd used it on her, and every subsequent time for that matter. Meeting her eyes with that look that demanded he be obeyed, he told her, “Shut up and mind your own business, you dried-up, old prune of a prude. What I do with my woman, and where I choose to do it is my business, and I won't have you insulting her for being a good girl and doing as she's told.” The woman just quietly walked back to her table, clearly confused as to why she hadn't told the rude young man off for such bad manners. Tori later told him that she'd have creamed her panties if he hadn't told her not to wear any, because she came just watching the commanding way he'd simultaneously told the old bat off, defended her, and, most stimulating of all, publicly called her both his woman and a good girl who does what she's told.
Having decided to escape his parents' house he headed for Tori's place. After all, he was eighteen, so it wasn't like he needed an adult around just to live there, and it was already the plan that he'd stay with her for most of August so he could get settled in to the area prior to school beginning. His dad had made it quite clear that no son of his was going treat college as a five-year party—thereby proving just how little he knew or understood his son—and if Marc wanted to have any spending money at college, he darn well was going to work for it. His folks happily covered all of his college costs that weren't covered by his scholarships, both academic and athletic—since none of them were for a full ride—but his father declared that he would only pony up spending money on a dollar-for-dollar matching basis with money Marc earned himself. He said he'd happily send a check that matched every pay stub Marc sent him—the gross pay on them at that—but if Marc didn't earn any money, he wasn't getting any from them either.
Since the deal included any money he made over the summer—his father having declared that, having turned eighteen and graduated he neither should expect nor would receive any sort of allowance that summer—he told his folks that he wanted to move early, so he could hit the local job market while the other college kids were away for the summer rather than when everybody else was also getting into town and looking for a job. His parents bought it completely, since it was true, just not the whole truth. He really didn't want to have to take one of the on-campus student jobs that he'd been offered as part of his financial aid package. Those tended to be the shit jobs that regular staff either found too boring or too unpleasant, such as shelving books in the library or cleaning rat cages in one of the science labs. And, most convincing as far as his dad was concerned, they tended to only pay minimum wage. He was sure, given half a chance and his physical and mental talents, that he would be able to find a job that was both far more interesting and far better paying than what he could find on campus.
His folks had been quite happy when he'd selected his school, his dad puffed up with pride that his son had been accepted at such a distinguished institution—caring more about its exclusive reputation than its academic rigor—and his mother had been quite vocal in her support of his going to a school where his aunt could “keep tabs on him and keep him out of trouble”. She didn't expect Tori to babysit him or anything supervisory like that, but she did tell him it gave her piece of mind to know there was somebody nearby who could bail him out if he did get into trouble. Of course, she added, she hoped that never had to happen literally. She trusted her son, but college had turned more than one sensible lad's head and peer pressure and the new found freedom had caused plenty to abandon common sense and do some really stupid things, some of which could get them in legal trouble.
He was hard-pressed not to bust a gut laughing when she made him promise to swing by his aunt's “at least once every week or two” so that she could serve as a steady head to advise him with any difficulties he didn't know how to handle. “I know you and your aunt have always gotten along really well, especially since that summer on Lake Tahoe,” she said to him, “so even though we'll have half a country between you and us, don't you be a stranger with her. I feel much better knowing she's there doing all those things I'd want to but can't.” He'd had the bad fortune to be taking a large swig of milk as she said that, so he was too busy coughing from it going down the right pipe to be certain whether or not he'd seen a certain twinkle in her eyes as she said that.
After unloading all his things from his van to the house, he took stock of the situation. He was happy that he'd anticipated the state of Tori's fridge. As expected, since she didn't plan to be home all month, her fridge had been allowed to run out of everything close to perishable. The only things left in it were the ones that lasted months or years even after you opened them—pickles, mustard, ketchup, butter, Tori's favorite diet soda, and other things like that. Even the freezer was nearly bare, cleared of anything that was likely to get freezer burn from a month of cold storage. But, as Marc had thought this would be the case, he'd stopped and bought groceries when he spotted a shopping plaza with a Safeway after getting off the interstate a few miles from her house.
Putting the groceries away, he decided, upon looking out back and seeing that Tori apparently still had her pool boy coming by and seeing to things despite the fact that she was halfway around the world because the pool was perfectly maintained, that putting away the rest of his things could wait. It had been a long trip, though admittedly not nearly as long as it would have been if he'd actually driven coast-to-coast rather than taking the train and having them bring his loaded van as cargo. His dad had grumbled about the cost, saying if he'd known that Marc was going to spend so little of the summer at home, rather than buying him the van as a graduation present, he'd have gotten him a plane ticket and arranged for the van to be delivered to him by a dealership that was local to his aunt.
That being the case, Marc was extremely glad he hadn't mentioned he was considering that until after he graduated and was given the van. If he had, then rather than making the trip carefully packed in his van where he'd secured it himself, his stuff would have bounced around across the country in the back of some freight hauler's truck. His dad even gave in with a touch of admiration on his face for Marc's business savvy and audacity when Marc presented him with a well-reasoned argument, backed up with actual data from talking with their domestic staff as to household food costs, that since he was saving his folks the cost of feeding him for nearly two months by leaving early, and his own food costs would not benefit from the economy of scale that a full household enjoyed, he ought to be entitled to his share of the food budget for the weeks he originally would have been staying. His dad actually smiled as he made Marc out a check that matched to the penny his portion of the average food costs for the household for those weeks during that time of year.
Of course, Marc knew he really only needed to make that money last until Tori got back from the Med, so he could also afford to use part of it to cover his job-hunting gas costs. With a little bit of luck and a lot of determination, he hoped to have already secured a job with pay, hours, and duties that he found acceptable before she even got back. His mother's suggestion that if he didn't have any luck finding anything, she was sure his aunt could find something for him to do, while again amusingly full of double entendre potential, that again he couldn't quite tell if his mother intended or made innocently and accidentally, had nonetheless rankled. He was not Tori's kept boytoy for her to find a sinecure position at her agency. She was his submissive cumslut and one way or another he would find his own way to quite literally bring home the bacon before she got back from her cruise.
Thus it was that he had not bought typical, cheap college student fare when he shopped for food shortly before arriving at her place. Of course, his folks didn't eat such things at home either, and his share of the household food budget for half the summer was actually enough to keep him in gas and snacks through the entire school year if he ate things like ramen, mac-and-cheese, and other college staples all summer, even if he didn't find a job. But pride demanded that he have pay stubs to send his father. Having earned so much of his educational costs himself via his outstanding grades and his excellent performance as a member of both the swim team and the diving team, his goal was to have his father writing more in checks to him than he had to send to his school. Exactly how he was going to accomplish that, he wasn't sure yet, but Marc wasn't one to let much stand in his way once he set his sights on something. When he was being particularly honest with himself, he had to admit that was a trait he shared with, and quite possibly learned from, his father, the highly successful corporate shark, a skilled raider in the mergers and acquisitions game of hostile takeovers.
One of the lovely things he'd bought was a delightful cut of beef he'd not enjoyed since that fateful vacation on Lake Tahoe, as the cut was less often found east of the Rockies—a nice tri-tip roast. While even he wouldn't polish off an entire tri-tip in one meal, he could grill the roast up and then enjoy the leftovers for a while as part of other meals. Since he knew he planned on cooking it relatively quickly, he hadn't bothered to put it in the fridge. After all, he wanted it to reach room temperature before putting it on the grill anyways, so the inside would get cooked before the outside burnt. His earlier review of Tori's cabinets had located her spices, so he grabbed her garlic and onion powders and her salt and pepper grinders and quickly made up a nice, simple dry rub and applied it thinly and evenly all over the outside of the beef, then left it on the counter to finish warming up while he prepped a couple of large Yukon Golds to cook alongside the tri-tip.
Once the potatoes were ready, he took everything outside and fired up the grill, confident that the beef would finish reaching the ambient temperature by the time the grill was hot enough. While that was happening, he decided it was a good time to take a swim. He'd spent far too much time sitting around lately, both on the train and driving his van and hadn't had a decent workout in days. His trunks were still packed, but it wasn't like there was anyone around to care, so he quickly stripped down completely and entered the water with, for a competitive diver, a relatively simple dive. He then settled down to some serious laps, changing strokes every few laps to work out different muscle groups.
When he felt he'd gotten enough exercise, he hauled himself up over the side of the pool and went to put the beef and potatoes on the grill. As he was doing so, a shock of red caught his attention and glancing upwards slightly, he realized that he was being watched by two people in a large bay window on the third floor of the house next door. He couldn't really see them well from his vantage point, but he could make out that they both had rather long hair, long enough that, even in California, he had good reason to believe they were female, unless Tori had hard rock musicians for neighbors and hadn't ever bothered to mention it to him.
Smirking to himself as he closed the lid of the grill, he decided to give whoever was peeping on him a show to remember. Grabbing his sunblock and towel from out of his duffel, he proceeded to take his time spreading it all over his well-muscled arms and chest. When he reached his groin, he didn't hesitate. The first time he'd sunbathed nude, again during that glorious summer on Lake Tahoe, he'd been self-conscious enough to not put any sunblock on his privates resulting in both the most painful and the most embarrassing sunburn he'd ever had. Luckily Tori had noticed before it got too bad, but he'd paid for his oversight with three days of being unable to fuck her. For the first day of that, just getting an erection was sufficiently painful that he would end up icing his cock and balls both for relief and to make his cock go back down. He finally had to order Tori to stop trying to help, since every time her hands came anywhere near his cock an erection was inevitable. After that first day, though, he made the best of things and took the opportunity to learn various new ways to please and be pleased that didn't require his cock or balls to be involved.
Pushing aside those pleasant memories, Marc set to work creating new memories for his watchers in the window. Taking his proud manmeat firmly in one hand, while his other moved to his balls, he proceeded to cover them liberally in sunblock. Then, settling back on the deck chair, he proceeded to stroke himself more with pleasure rather than protection in mind. Gripping his shaft firmly in his right hand, he started by moving his hand slowly back and forth, from top to bottom, emphasizing for his hidden audience that his cock was a good deal longer than the width of his one hand. He knew from past experience that his cockhead would have still stuck out had he gripped himself with both hands, and Tori, with her smaller, feminine hands, still had room to jack up and down on his dick when she gripped it with both hands.
The situation didn't change much as he proceeded. Tori had taken comparison measurements once. His cock was barely an inch longer when rock hard than it was when completely soft. It gained more in circumference than it did in length, going from a size that Tori could easily wrap her hand around to one that she barely could encircle with a single hand. It was why when they were having anal sex she liked him to begin penetration as soon as he was hard enough to start, before he'd reached his full girth. That way, her ass could adjust to his size as he gained it rather than trying to adjust all at once. It was that vision which he held in his mind as he stroked his cock—Tori on her knees, head to the floor rather than on all fours, so that her hands were free to reach back and spread her cheeks for Marc as he eagerly penetrated her welcoming ass.
Gradually, the picture in his head changed, with Tori's raven-haired locks—a feature she shared with him and most of the rest of his blood relatives on his mother's side of the family—being replaced alternatively by the shades of red and blonde he even then could see adorning the heads of his watchers, who had no idea they were being watched in return, since he was careful to look up at their window only with his eyes, avoiding any head motions that would clue them in to the fact they'd been spotted. He still couldn't make much out about them beyond their hair color and length, other than to note that the blonde was much taller than the redhead. While he couldn't be sure exactly how tall either of them might be, he was certain by how far up the window they reached that despite her comparative shortness, even the redhead was at least a teenager, possibly older. Had he had any doubt about that, he never would have even considered his stroke show.
Envisioning the unknown ladies above kneeling just as eagerly for his cock up their ass as Tori would was all it took to rapidly reach his climax. His entire body jerked spasmodically as he fired spurt after spurt onto the patio stones, picturing in his mind that he was pumping the cream into the freshly plowed ass of one of the watchers next door while the other had her tongue up his own ass. Tori had offered to take him trolling for another lovely lady to join them in the sack, but as he had been still adjusting to having one wild and wanton woman in bed with him, he hadn't quite felt ready for a second that summer, and the opportunity really hadn't presented itself when Tori stopped to visit his family for a week last summer on her way back from an African safari. He had felt so manly when she told him that she'd had plenty of big black cock over the years, but she'd rather have his rod of lordly might any time. (Unlike his aunt, Marc had never really spent any time playing games like Dungeons & Dragons, so her reference had completely eluded him, leading him to think it was just an impressive sounding pet name she'd come up with for his dick.)
Once he blew his load, he settled back on the chair to do some sunbathing until it was time to turn the roast. As he did so, he noticed the two figures disappear from the window. He figured they must have decided that compared to watching him jack off, watching him just lie there in the sun, naked or not, wasn't all that thrilling. Still, his grin was definitely of the shit-eating variety. He hadn't realized he had so big an exhibitionist streak. Thinking back, however, he realized that part of the thrill of going out and about with Tori in Tahoe had been the attention they had received as an obviously romantic couple of widely separated years, even if his height, athletic body, and the goatee he'd been sporting that summer had all served to keep them from guessing just how young he actually was.
Tori had actually had no trouble at all getting him into the various bars and strip clubs she already had working relationships with, and even if they didn't really think he was of age, there was no way they would have all let him in, business associate or not, if they thought their other customers would be certain he was too young. It was the hungry looks that most of the dancers gave him—the ones that weren't strictly lesbian off the job, that is—that had led her to make the offer of finding them a third, a task she thought would be more difficult in the process of narrowing down their choices than in locating a willing participant.
All of which, in running though his mind, had given him an idea for a possible way to work hours he found acceptable making far more money than he ever would at some stupid minimum wage job on campus. Having gone to strip joints during the slow hours when dancers were less busy and more willing to talk, Marc had come to realize that many of the college age dancers actually were college students, making good money fast over the summer so that they wouldn't have to work at all during the school year. Well, Marc knew he had a rocking bod himself, and women weren't the only ones who could make money shaking their booty.
He didn't know exactly how to shake his booty, professionally at least, but given how eager the dancers at the Tahoe clubs had been to spend some quality time with him, he was quite confident it wouldn't be difficult to find a dancer or three in the clubs that doubtessly had to exist in the neighborhoods around his school that would be willing to give him private lessons about private dancing. With any luck, he might even meet some hot and horny girls who attended his school and end up with some study-partners-with-benefits.
Getting up to flip the roast and rotate the potatoes, he decided to put his sweats back on and dig out his laptop so he could research what strip clubs there might be in the area, and check some independent reviews so he could figure out which ones had the most skilled dancers. While he was at it, he checked for clubs that had a ladies section with male dancers, since he'd rather work in a place that had plenty of lovely young ladies also working there. His research reminded him of a fact he hadn't really paid attention to two years previously. In California, strip clubs could have full nudity or serve booze, never both, so the places where he wouldn't have to worry as much about drunk bachelorettes trying to get raunchy with him—after all, they could still get drunk somewhere else before coming to the strip club—were the places where the dancers would be doing the full monty, a situation he felt would both earn him better money—given his endowment, whose flaccid state would seem even larger in comparison to those men who, even if well-endowed, didn't approach anywhere near their full size until fully erect—and allow him to enjoy the charms of ladies who were similarly displayed, and therefore by definition, ladies who were uninhibited enough to be fully naked while dancing in front of total strangers.
“ I'd love to find some hot and eager pussy to have fun with since Tori's not available, and I should work on potential partners besides the possibilities with the neighbors. I mean, for all I know, they could turn out to be ugly, old farts who were glued to their window in horror, unable to force themselves to look away from the shocking sight next door. While they might prove to be as entertaining for me as I hope I was for them this afternoon,” he thought as took the tri-tip out to rest on the cutting board while he cut open the baked potatoes and finished them with the simple additions of butter, salt, and some of the sour cream he had bought, “only time will tell.”
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