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This story has some fairly brutal non-con, Futa-on-male content; all characters are over 18 years old.
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So, we were drunk. Obviously. There were three of us, making up for lost time at The Dog he was working in the large golf club,which was the main feature of the town, hosting several tournaments each summer.
It only took us a couple of beers to get back to our old dynamic – a major part of which had always been me and Gordy making fun of Benny and his girl troubles. Now, Benny was a pretty good looking guy, but he was also small – a very skinny 5’6″ – and very shy around girls. In high school he was always crushing on someone, but was too petrified to act even when he did get the go-ahead. We always used to kid him about this, but I think we went back to this a bit too enthusiastically… In my defense, I was back to civilization for the first time in almost a year – even spent Christmas with relatives in Florida – so getting used to alcohol again was an issue; remember: America is where they give guns to kids and mental patients, but heaven forbid a healthy 19 years-old have himself a beer…
Anyway: it was just 7:30, I was barely getting started on my third beer, and my head was buzzing already. I wasn’t slurring my speech or stumbling about, but, yeah, was certainly getting there. So, when Benny announced that he had to leave by 8:30, I was a little more belligerent than was called for.
“What the fuck, D? Your two best buds are back in town after a year, and you’re bailing on us? Your mom needs to tuck you in by 9 or what?”
Gordy hiccuped and raised his bottle, pointing it at Benny.
“Yeah, what the hell, you fucking cunt? What’s more important than hanging out with your two bestest buds? Porn is on all night, you know…!”
I guffawed.
“It’s not like your girlfriend is waiting in bed, getting drier by the minute…”
That was mean, and it was made worse by Gordy. He grabbed Benny’s hand, and spoke to it.
“Hey, Janine, you don’t mind if Benny fucks you a little later on, tonight, do you? A little baby oil, and you’ll be all shiny and moist again!”
Well, it wasn’t that funny, but – Janine Summers was a girl from high school Benny once told us he jerked off thinking about, I was a little drunk and getting back into the rhythm of ribbing Benny just felt good. Also: I haven’t had too much success with the female population of my university, and making jokes at his expense was sort of therapeutic. I’m not proud of myself – just trying to explain my behavior. Which, I’m guessing, can be used to explain his and the decisions that he made that evening…
Benny looked really pissed-off. He took a swig from his beer, and said angrily:
“Well, if you guys really want to know…”
He stopped abruptly, waved his bottle dismissively.
“Aaah, you’re just fucking morons, the both of you.”
Gordy bumped my shoulder with his fist.
“Hey, Stanco – I think little Benny’s trying to tell us that he has a lady stashed somewhere…!”
I hiccuped. “Sure – tied up in his basement…”
Benny looked at us sourly as we laughed heartily at my lame joke. When the laughter died down, he said rather calmly:
“Yeah, well, I actually have a girlfriend. What’s the big deal?”
We looked at him, surprised, a surprise that quickly turned to derision. Gordy snorted, pointing at him again.
“Yeah, right! If you really had a girlfriend, you’d be messaging me about her 24/7!”
Benny shrugged.
“OK, she’s not like a “real” girlfriend…” “Aaaa!” “…more like a, I dunno – fuckbuddy?”
This one was so audacious that the two of us didn’t even laugh. I needed to understand this.
“You’re saying you’re FUCKING a girl, like, regularly?”
Benny looked a bit uncomfortable.
“Yeah, well, not… ah… Well, yeah, we’re fucking. Almost two weeks, now. Err… She’s American, you see…”
I looked at Gordy, he looked at me. We were NOT buying it.
“So, there’s a girl…”
“An AMERICAN girl…”
“An AMERICAN girl, who you’ve been having sex – actual sex – with, for TWO WEEKS?”
Benny looked like he was about to explode.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying! Why is that so hard for you two fucking morons to accept?!”
I chortled (yes, like a fucking moron). “No offense, D…”
“Well, excuse me for TAKING offense, asshole…”
Gordy broke in, trying to placate him. “Come on, D, we know your history, we’re just surprised, is all…”
I waved my hand. “Surprised, hell, I wanna see a photo. We’ve had several secret American girlfriends here over the years, not buying it just on your say so, buddy.”
Benny reddened. “I told you, she’s not my… Look, I don’t care what you think, OK? You assholes believe what you wanna believe, I still need to leave by 8:30.” He paused, then smiled smugly. “…to go have sex.”
I nodded my head and took another swig from my bottle.
“Sure thing, bud. You go have erzurum escort sex with your secret American girlfriend. Just try not to get cum all over your mom’s nice basement floor. Now, can we get back to baseball?”
The next few minutes were spent the way we used to, with Gordy and me arguing about the exact reasons the Blue Jays suck so badly and exactly why there was no hope for improvement in the next few decades. Benny, who usually was very passionate about the subject – and had all the trivia knowledge you’d ever need – was quiet. Finally, he started searching for something on his phone; then, as Gordy and I were starting on our fourth Molson, he lifted it, showing us the screen.
“There, happy?”
We glanced up from our beers – and our jaws almost dropped. I grabbed the phone from his hand, and brought it closer, Gordy leaning in for a better look.
It was taken at the club, on the green. There was Benny D, grinning sheepishly, which wasn’t something that would usually make any jaws drop. What WAS unusual – and jaw-dropping – was the girl standing next to him, her hand hugging his hips, her tit pressed against his shoulder.
She was HOT. She had on a light blue PGA shirt, which is usually one of the least sexy wearable items I can think of, but the way it hugged her curvy figure was most definitely NSFW, with a very nice pair of boobs, nipples erect, almost tearing the polyester fabric, making it very obvious there was no bra involved. Her arms looked tanned and strong, and her legs – lots of thigh showing under a very short, white skirt – looked very toned, slick and round and powerful. And – as if all of the above was not enough – she was gorgeous. She was dark-blonde, with blue eyes, a pert nose and very haughty-looking, full lips that were stretched wide in a slightly-condescending smile, that revealed a set of perfect, pearly-white teeth.
We stared at the picture for a long minute.
“Photoshopped.” I pronounce, handing Benny his phone. “That’s pathetic, dude, don’t show this around.”
Gordy scratched his chin. “I dunno, man, looks pretty real to me. And, anyway, who do we know who could Photoshop something this good?”
“Like, they haven’t invented the internet, yet, or what? You can get people to do stuff like this for you, no problem. My cousin Jeff, one time -“
“What’s your fucking PROBLEM, Stancovic?!” Benny actually slammed his beer bottle on the table. “Why can’t you believe a hot girl will want to fuck me?! Why is that so hard for you to believe?!”
Even with my rising alcohol level, I realized I might have taken this too far. We haven’t seen each other for almost a year – maybe I should have been more careful, easing Benny back into his old role in the group… Definitely needed to employ some of that Stancovic tact.
“Look, Benny, I’m not saying that girls can’t find you attractive – we know there were some who did, you were the one who always chickened out, remember? But, also – seriously? A hot girl like this? Janine Clark was a 7, maybe a 7 and a half if we’re being charitable – that girl in the picture is a fucking 10!”
Benny kept calm.
“And you’re saying, a 10 won’t give me the time of day, is that it?”
“Look, again, no offense -“
“Oh, this is gonna be good…”
“No offense, man, you’re a pretty good looking guy, but you’re a tiny, skinny fuck with a large ass! Why would a hot chick like this give you the time of day?”
Gordy nodded.
“Don’t mean to be a dick, but he’s got a point, there…”
I expected Benny to go ballistic, but he just smiled.
“Well, this hot chick happens to like skinny, good-looking guys with a large ass. She says it’s my best feature…”
We looked at him, trying to figure out if he was fucking with us, and he gave us the finger, now smiling broadly.
“Her mom and aunt came over earlier this week, to watch her play at the tournament. Her aunt is horny as fuck – she actually tried to rape me, yesterday, Sara had to physically drag me away from her…”
I threw a bunch of peanuts at him.
“You fucking LIAR! You almost had me, but fucked if I’m gonna believe THIS!”
Benny just smiled smugly and took another sip from his bottle. The waitress came over and slapped the back of my head.
“Hey, fuckface, don’t make a mess here! I’m not cleaning all that just for the measly tip you assholes are gonna leave!!”
I turned to her.
“Hey, Sally – your brother works at the club, right?”
She nodded, picking up the empty bottles from the table.
“Yeah – and he says Benny’s been really naughty, last couple of weeks. That true, about you and that hot American bitch?”
Benny smiled smugly.
“What can I say – I’m just irresistible…”
Sally gave him a skeptical look as she left.
“OR she’s an escaped mental patient. You never know.”
Gordy looked very thoughtful.
“OK, let’s be serious for a moment. This aunt you esat escort mentioned – any photos?”
“Oh, com’n, dude, he’s just messing with us…”
Gordy waved his hand.
“No, dude, this guy has been our friend since pre-school, we’ve gotta give him the benefit of the doubt…”
Benny went through the photos on his phone, looking – I thought – very smug. He finally handed it to Gordy.
“There you go – I think this one is pretty representative…”
Gordy gasped. An actual gasp. Something like a very loud “Huh?!”. After a moment of gazing at the phone, wide eyed, he asked, slowly:
“And… the other one – she’s…”
“Jessica. Sara’s mom, yeah.”
I didn’t want to sound eager, after all I’ve said before, but I couldn’t contain my curiosity. I reached out.
“Hey, lemme see!”
Gordy passed me the phone, saying nothing. And, despite wanting to play it cool, I couldn’t help but give a little gasp of my own.
Benny was standing between two women. They were both much taller than him – I’d guess closer to 6 feet, and they each had a breast leaning on his shoulder. The one on the right was probably his girlfriend’s – err, fuck buddy’s – mother; she had the same sort of haughty, cool blonde beauty, with piercing blue eyes and guarded smile. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a short-sleeved buttoned up shirt and Bermuda shorts, but those couldn’t hide her athletic build and her very considerable rack. The picture cut off just below her knees, but the exposed expense below her Bermudas showed thighs as sleek and muscular as her daughter’s. She looked like she could give every model in my brother’s old fitness magazines (which I loved jerking off to) a run for her money.
The other one – the aunt – well, she wasn’t quite as beautiful in the classic blonde way like her sister, but she was still just about the sexiest sight I’ve seen in my life. She seemed to be the same height as her, but where the mother was lithe and toned, she was voluptuous – like, seriously, she was all curves, with a rack that filled her flimsy summer dress the way god intended, and thicc, perfectly round thighs showing underneath. She had one large tit pressed into Benny’s side, with her meaty arm going up, palm on his skinny chest, giving him a lecherous smile. Yeah, I could absolutely see her trying to “rape” a guy…
I looked at the photo for a minute, feeling Benny’s smile grow. Well, fuck him – this was bigger than a silly kerfuffle between old friends. I looked up and spoke sternly.
“Gentlemen – our mission is clear. Those ladies are not to go back home thinking that all our fair country has to offer such female magnificence is Benny D’s pathetic wiener – no offense -…”
“Non taken…”
“We shall now proceed to make our way to wherever it is those magnificent creatures make their residence -…”
“You’re fucking drunk, Stanc…”
“BE THAT AS IT MAY – we shall make our way to that house of splendor, and present them with some true, full-sized Canadian bacon…”
“Full-sized my ass…”
“7 Meaty, tasty INCHES of proud, Canadian manhood, the memory of which shall bring a smile to their faces in the long, sad evenings of their humdrum Yankee existence!”
Gordy punched my shoulder, laughing.
“Fuck, dude, you’re still as full of shit as ever… good ON ya!”
I ignored him, fixing my gaze on Benny’s grinning face.
“What do ya say, D? Can you get us in?”
Benny gave me a thoughtful look.
“Yeah, I think… Yeah. Aunt Lizzie seems to be VERY horny for some Canadian ham, sure… and I figure mom might be down for some action, herself…”
“Dibs on the aunt!!”
Damn, should have been quicker… I gave Gordy a distasteful look.
“Don’t be so crude, Gordy. Those are grown women, you need to be more respectful. We’ll let them choose.”
We were still arguing about this when we left, a few minutes later. Benny said almost nothing, and seemed overall too satisfied with himself for my tastes, but – he did get us an in with two of the hottest women I’ve seen in my life, so I figured he’d earned it.
Oh, boy, how OFF I was on the reason for his smile…
* * *
19 Elmhurst Crescent was on the northern corner of the U-shaped, quite street, secluded from by several large Red Maples and overlooking the Dawson Avenue park on the other side. Gordy, who had finished his fifth beer on the way over, was really getting into this.
“Fucking perfect! We can really make some noise – aunt Lizzie looks like a screamer… Aw Gordy, PLOW me!! Oooooh! Oooooh!”
I laughed, enjoying the thought of riding the massive aunt’s curvaceous ass, letting my starved cock get a rare taste of moisture that didn’t come from a baby-oil bottle… Yeah, I’m not ashamed to admit that my sex life has been pretty arid; also – that my cock was never even close to 7 inches, that was just good old artistic license… But, tonight – yeah, esenler escort tonight that is going to change!
If we’re being real, I didn’t really believe any of this was going to happen. We were just drunk, and sort of worked ourselves into a horny feeding frenzy, but in the back of my mind I had little doubt that the minute we stepped inside that house Sara’s tough-looking mom would just kick us out. Still – if there’s even a one in thousand chance, what the hell, those are definitely odds I’ll take…!
Benny refused to notify his girl that he was bringing company along; he said he wanted it to be a surprise, and it seemed good enough to us. But we were the ones surprised, when the door was opened by a man.
He looked to be middle-aged, slim and in pretty good shape, a bit on the smaller side – 5’7″, 5’8″ at most; he was very good looking, with slightly dark skin – Latino, maybe – and a full head of dark hair. He raised his eyebrows when he saw me and Gordy standing behind Benny.
“I see you’ve brought friends…”
Benny shrugged.
“Hello, Mr. Evans. Yeah, they wanted to meet aunt Lizzie, so…”
The one thing Benny had told us about the aunt was that she was a therapist, who’d written several books on the subject and had been on daytime TV quite a lot; we couldn’t really imagine the horny sexpot from the picture as some talking head on Ellen, and suspected he was fucking with us again, but we were too far in to start doubting him, now… so we figured that would serve as a sort of excuse for us coming over, getting us across the threshold, get things rolling…
The man’s eyebrows went up even further. For some reason, he seemed to find this strange. So, yeah, Benny was indeed just fucking with us…! But he shrugged and moved aside, motioning for us to come into the small hall. He turned his head and called out:
“Sara, the boy is here!”
That wording… yeah, a little weird, no doubt. Benny didn’t seem to mind, though; he stood looking up at the stairs, a broad, goofy smile on his face, Gordy and me crammed behind him, feeling very uncomfortable. We heard a door open upstairs, and soon Sara appeared at the top of the stairs.
The picture did not lie. She was just incredibly hot. She was dressed very casually – large basketball shorts that showed off enough of her long, toned thighs, and a belly-shirt that revealed her tight abs and her perfect tits. She didn’t smile or say anything, seeming to glide down the stairs, her eyes running up and down our bodies as she came down. She walked up to Benny, who seemed to be shaking with anticipation, and still not saying anything bent down and locked her lips on his, kissing him deeply. Her hand went under his buttocks, and then, to our utter amazement, she lifted him up, still kissing him.
We watched, our eyes bulging, saying nothing. After a long moment she broke off, and looked over at us.
“So, they’re for mom and aunt Lizzie?”
Benny nodded, very obviously out of breath. That kiss looked like it sucked most of the oxygen out of his lungs! Sara nodded approvingly.
“Smart move. Aunt Lizzie is horny as fuck, I don’t think I could keep her away from you…!” She spoke directly to us. “My mom is usually less horny, depending on her mood – maybe a handjob, or a blowjob if you’re lucky. Aunt Lizzie – she’ll fuck your asses off, she’s fucking RAVENOUS, my dad is just not enough for her…”
Our eyes were still bulging, and now our jaws were dropping. Just what THE FUCK have we walked into? We were just a couple of semi-virginal 19 year old students, and this was starting to shape up like the world’s weirdest porn… Have we maybe bitten off more than we could chew?
Sara started walking up the stairs, Benny still in her arms, his head on her boob, smiling like the world’s biggest tiny dork. She stopped on the first step and turned back.
“Just be sure to do everything aunt Lizzie tells you to, no argument. She gets really violent when she’s this horny, you don’t want to piss her off, trust me…!”
The guy – dad? – was all this time standing in the doorway, hands crossed under his chest, looking as if he wasn’t too thrilled about this. maybe the idea if his wife doling out blowjobs didn’t sit so well with him, lol…! I tried some small talk:
“Ahh… I hope this is not an inconvenient time, or whatever; we were just… err… well, we’ve heard so much about aunt Lizzie, big fans…”
The dad gave me a quizzical look but said nothing. He went into the living room, and we followed him, a little hesitantly. It was spacious, with nondescript furniture, including a large sofa, two armchairs and a coffee table. There were a couple of large, sliding glass windows looking out to a large yard, with Dawson park behind it, lit by the full moon. He went over and pulled one of the doors half-open.
“There’re a couple of boys, here – Sara’s boy brought them for you.”
We might have been struck by his wording, except for the loud scream that broke the silence of the night in an immediate response to his message. There was the sound of a deck chair being turned over (I imagine) and heavy footsteps. The man moved back hastily, making room for a small hurricane to pass and come into the room.
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