Part XLIII - Chance So Random

Two hours before the party...

“-and don’t forget to lock up the pool house!” shouted Heather Heterson from inside the kitchen.

“I will! Lay off!” replied her tow-headed offspring as he set off down the hallway to the back yard carrying a stack of checkered tablecloths and a tower of expensive-looking purple napkins.

“I’m serious!” echoed his mother, “I don’t want anybody messing around in there. And you shouldn’t want that either, seeing how it’s your-”

“Jail cell?”

“Oh, hardy-har-har, Kev! You’re such a comedian.”

“I just calls’em as seez’em, Mom.” he shifted his load carefully to the crook of his left arm, pausing to steady the swaying stack of serviettes, then twisted the back door knob and kicked it open.

“Well quit playing the victim.” Heather called after him, “It’s not like you have it so bad. You got internet out there, right? The Wifey reaches, doesn’t it?”

Kev rolled his eyes, “For the millionth time, Mom, it’s Wi-Fi, not Wifey.” Jeez...

“But you got it, right?”

“Yeah, Mom, I got it.”

“There you go.” she chuckled.

Yeah, there I go...

And stepping outside he kicked the door shut behind him, then settling the load back to both arms he set off across the lawn toward the network of recently assembled tables. A pair of attractive-looking college coeds were struggling to raise the first tent over one and Kev gave their curving butts a good looking over as he strode toward them. One of them noticed his ogling and rolled her eyes, then laughed.

“Ladies.” he winked as he went past, then both girls were laughing.

They watched him go and the redhead glanced at the brunette and whispered, “He’s just a kid, but still ... pretty cute.”

“I could totally ‘Mrs Robinson’ that little ass.” muttered her co-worker out of the corner of her mouth, and then they were both giggling again.

They so want me, yep, I can tell, grinned Kev as he closed on the third table where the DJ was setting up his battery of equipment. He weaved around it though and passing the front of the swimming pool stepped up to the fourth and final one.

“Here you go, Mrs Robbins, just like you asked for.”

The large woman blinked and turned from adjusting a massive tray of egg-salad finger sandwiches. “Oh! You surprised me, Kev! Oh goody, the tablecloths have arrived!”

“Yep.”

“And you’ve got the napkins too! Here, let me take that!” and she relieved him of his burden.

Kev puffed out a breath, happy to be free of them, they had been actually quite heavy, “So, if that’s all you need, then I’ll be-”

“Oh, thank-you, Kev!” she beamed, and setting the items down she gathered him up in a bear hug.

Guck! He blinked and gagged as all the breath was knocked out of him as with her powerful arms Monica Robbins crushed him to her massive chest.

“You’re such a good boy!” she kissed his forehead, “I’m cursed with nothing but daughters! But if I had a son, I’d want him to be just like you. So polite!” she gave his head another sticky kiss, “So helpful!” Smack! “Such nice manners!” a double Smack! “You’re so well behaved!” while her elbows kept him imprisoned her palms roved up and down his back.

“Um--mumph, th-thanks, Mrs Robbins!” Shit! I’m drowning in a tidal wave of giant tits!

“My eldest girl Lacey will be old enough to go on chaperoned dates soon and I’m putting you on the list of approved boys.”

“Gosh, Mrs Robbins--thanks!”

“You’re welcome, Kev. You’re such a handsome boy too.” and she slipped her right hand down and onto his left butt cheek and gave it a good squeeze. Kev blinked into her titanic bosom, is ... is she feeling me up-

“Okay, bye now!” and she released him in a rush and pivoted back to the table.

Slightly pale and fighting not to gasp in relief, Kev gaped at Mrs Robbins back as she bent to her work. He frowned for a moment, then shook his head. Naw, she’s just overly friendly...

He turned away and headed for the pool house, whistling low under his breath.

Hah! So Lacey will be old enough to date soon, howsabout that. But not too young enough to screw a bottle of Smirnoff’s I guess. Heh, it’s a funny world we live in...

He pulled open the door to the pool house and slipped inside, shut it behind himself and grasping his sweaty tee-shirt by the bottom--wasn’t sweaty before the white Aunt Jemima out there decided to make me her bitch--he tugged it up and over his hea-

“Fucker!” snarled a female voice and the shirt-blinded Kev got a mean little fist to the gut.

He gargled and doubled over, arms struggling madly with the tee, fell down onto one knee.

“Pig!” a second blow landed in his side from the circling girl, he dropped to both knees and a kick in the back sent him down flat upon his face.

Wha--What’s h-happening?!

He got another kick, this one in the ribs, and grunting, fetched over onto his side and finally managed to rip the t-shirt free of his head and gasping upwards he finally beheld his attacker!

“Huh--Vee?!”

“Surprise, you fucking rapist!” and she swung back her leg for the worst blow yet.

Kev forced himself into a fast sitting position and throwing out his hand caught her ankle an inch from his stomach.

“Wait!”

“Let go of me!” she snarled.

He held on tight and glanced at the closed door, “Would you keep your voice down! Jeez!”

“Why?” she replied, but it was a hiss now, “Maybe I should tear my shirt and start screaming rape! at the top of my lungs! Bring everybody down on you and destroy that golden boy rep of yours once and for all!”

Kev sighed, “Vee, would you please just calm down! Let’s talk about this, okay?”

“What’s there to talk about?” the blonde punker snorted derisively and folding arms across her slight chest she yanked her granny-booted foot free of his hand.

But she wasn’t trying to kick him anymore, and Kev took that as an encouraging sign. He slowly climbed to his feet, keeping one eye on the self-named Oblivion, ready to react if she decided to renew her attack. She didn’t though, so he took a deep breath and spread his hands in gesture of apology.

“Look, Vee, I’m sorry. I made a big mistake-”

“A massive mistake!” she glared down at him, nose stud glinting dangerously.

“The biggest. I--I got confused and lost my head. It was the heatwave, and Tia had my brain all twisted around so that I couldn’t think straight--you know how good she is at doing that.”

“Yeah ... I guess...” Vee pursed her lips and frowned, her fury shifting a bit back to the object of her lecherous lesbian affections, “But still, it’s no excuse for what you did. You tried to take my vag, and it’s off-limits!”

“Yeah, I know. I was a moron.” he took a step toward her, a guilty smile rising upon his face, “Again, it was just so warm upstairs in that tool shed and you were so damn hot--smoking! No offense, Vee, but you are like the sleaziest, nastiest, most conniving bitch I’ve ever met! And I mean that in the best way.”

A churlish smile curled her thin lips, her eyes twinkled, “Yeah? You mean it?”

“One hundred and fifty thousand percent. You’re like a cougar, except young and dirty-fucking hot.”

She stepped in and slid arms around his neck, kissed him, hot and wet, her tongue knifing in between his splayed lips. Then she broke it and moved back, smiled again, “Okay, Heterson, you’re forgiven. But don’t try that shit again. I call the shots and you only get to touch this body if I say you can.”

“Say I can.” he grinned.

She pursed her lips, then laughed, “Okay, ten seconds. Do your damndest, but that’s all you get.”

“Cool!” and he blurred forward and caught her up in his arms and his mouth was hot on hers and his hands were groping down her back and took hold of her ass. She groaned into his mouth as he crushed her to him and ground his groin against hers, her hands slid up his bare back, shoulders, neck, then into his hair, fisting tufts of it while he gripped her bare thighs beneath her short skirt and lifted her off her feet, her knees locked around his waist and she started to dry hump against his

“Time’s up!” he rasped and thrusting her off of him he dumped her onto the bed.

Veronica landed with a bounce and threw out hands to steady herself, gaped up at him in shock.

“Wha--you stopped!”

“Ten seconds, that’s what you said.” the shirtless boy planted hands on his hips and grinned across at her, “I was counting in my head.”

She blinked, plumped out her bottom lip, obviously impressed. And a little annoyed. “I guess you can control yourself. Go figure.”

“I totally can. Take off those panties and I’ll prove it. I’ll stick only the tip in, nothing more, and low-stroke that innocent pussy of yours to ecstacy without ever getting close to the cherry.”

Vee snorted, shook her head, “Yeah, no. But thanks for the gentlemanly offer.” Not that I need it now, heh! Thanks to big-dicked Steve Jalone...

“No problem.” Kev shrugged with a wink, “Just so you know it’s always on the table.”

“No shock there. You’d fuck a hole in a fence, wouldn’t you, Heterson.”

“Depends, does it give head first?”

Vee cackled and drew up legs to her chest, cast her gaze around, “So, I guess you know why I’m here?”

“What, not just to kick my ass?”

“Well, yeah, but I was hoping we’d work it all out. And we have. So, onto more important business.”

“Tia.”

Nortelli nodded with a shark’s grin, “I caught wind of your little shindig and decided to crash it.”

“Consider yourself formerly invited by the reluctant son of the birthday boy, Vee. But you’re way too early for the festivities, just so’s you know. Plus, no offense, you’re dressed more for an Ozzy Osbourne concert then for what my mom’s throwing.”

“No worries, Heterson, this bitch cleans up nice and good.” she pointed to her fat satchel sitting by the shower room door, “I came ready for anything and everything.”

“Okay, so ... what exactly is your plan?”

“Simple. You lure Tia into the pool house here and we finally get our heart’s desire.”

“We?” he grinned.

She nodded and licked her demon lips, “Yep, we. We’re gonna have us a threesome. Tia’s gonna be the meat and you and I are gonna be the bread.”

“Delicious.” he purred like a half-gay James Bond villain.

Veronica chuckled and shook her pink-pointed head, “You’re such a dork. But you’re an evil dork, and I like it.”

“Like it enough for a butt-fuck?”

“Whoa there, cowboy, hold it in. You’ve gotta save those juices for tonight. You need to be good and charged-up for our little slut. I need you to fuck Tia at least twice, good and hard, in order to loosen her up enough for me to get my fist in.”

“Fuck yeah...” moaned Kev, his eyes wide at the thought. Ohhhh, shit! I can’t wait!

Veronica leaned back against the wall, “Okay, now get lost. I need to take a cat-nap. A girl’s gotta rest up too for tonight’s festivities.”

“Sure.” he cast his gaze around for a fresh shirt, or at least one not sweat-stained enough to fail inspection.

Vee reached for his pillow and then her eyes lit-up at what was under it, “Hey, your laptop!”

“Yep. We’ve got Wifey--I mean Wi-Fi, if you wanna screw around on the net while you wait.”

“Forget that, Heterson, is the vid on here?”

He frowned, “The vid? Oh! You mean, Tia’s shower vid? Yeah, sure.”

She flipped it open and began searching the desktop, “Where! I gotta see.”

“I’ve never shown it to you?”

“Nope!”

“Huh, sorry about that.” he pointed at a folder, “It’s password protected.”

“What’s the code?” she eagerly shifted through the files, biting her lip in excitement.

“Uhhh...”

She rolled her eyes, “Just tell me, you idiot, I don’t give a shit how much of a nerd you are. It’s ‘Deanna Troi’, I bet.”

“Actually, it’s samanthacarter, one word.”

“Ugh, not Stargate. Dammit, I can’t believe I let a Gater pound me in the shitter.” Veronica fed in the password and the vid expanded upon the screen and her jaw sagged at the sight of Tia Jalone under the torrent of water, surrounded by steam and fingering herself.

“Shhhhiiiit...” she moaned and traced the length of the girl’s side-boob.

Kev’s eyebrows went up, “Um ... do I need to leave you two alone?”

“You so do.” breathed Vee, “Fuck, look at her.” Oh, I am so gonna rape that girl...

“Gotcha,” Kev nodded, “have fun. But not too much. You need to be charged-up too, so-” there was suddenly a knock at the door and both their faces whipped around toward it.

“Kevin? Kev?” came an adult woman’s muffled voice through the portal.

“Shit!” Veronica hopped off the covers, landing on her butt on the carpet, then ducking flat rolled under the bed, vanishing just in time as the door swung open and Monica Robbins entered.

“Kev? Sorry to bother you again, but I think we need more napkins.” she panned her gaze around and her eyes saucered at the sight of him standing beside the bed, stripped to the waist with the open laptop before him.

“What--What are you ... is that...?”

Oh crap! Kev’s mind raged, the vid!

He hastily slapped the computer shut, silencing the soft mewling cries emanating from it’s tinny speakers.

Mrs Robbins narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, then shut the door behind her, stalked across the room.

“Kevin Heterson! Were you looking at pornographic material on the internet! You were!”

“I-”

She stepped up before him, big breasts heaving beneath her filmy burgundy blouse, and caught him painfully by the wrist. “And doing it half-naked as well!”

“L-Look, I can explain!”

“I bet you can’t.” scowled the big woman, “And I bet if I had been thirty seconds later the rest of you would have been naked as a jay-bird. Yes, you would have been, standing buck-nude before your sinful computer, doing terrible godless things to yourself while I and the other girls were working just outside, mere meters away while you--you ... pleasured yourself! To p-porn!”

“I wasn’t--you misunderstand-”

“Oh, I understand all too well.” she glared furiously into his eyes, “I may not have any sons, but I grew up with brothers and I know what devilry boys can get up to without proper supervision. The devil’s hands are idle playthings, yes indeed!”

“Mrs Robbins, look-”

She pursed her lips, “You know what, I’m going to do to you what my mother would do when she caught one of my brothers just like I’ve caught you.” and she sat down on the bed. Beneath it, Veronica shrank back in surprise as the big woman’s amazing bulk stretched the bedsprings downwards toward her, dangerously close to crushing her.

Jeez! This is insane.

“Finish!” demanded Mrs Robbins.

Kev gaped at her, “What?!”

What?! Vee’s jaw sagged under the bed.

“You heard me, young man.” glared the matronly woman before the bare-chested boy, “You take off the rest of those clothes and do what you were intending to do, right in front of me.”

“In ... front of you...?”

She nodded firmly, folding arms across her massive chest.

“But ... uh...”

“You better get to it, young man, or else I’m gonna strip you myself, spank the heck out of your little bottom, then haul you by the ear naked across the yard back to the house and dump you at your mother’s feet!”

Kev swallowed hard and then kicked off his sneakers. Under the bed, Veronica turned her head outwards and stared at his sockless feet, listened to the jangling of his belt. Holy crap!

Kev hesitated, thumbs in his jeans, chewing his bottom lip, “I don’t know about this.”

“Decide, young man. I’m not waiting. Is it the punishment, or your mom? And I give spankings like you wouldn’t believe!”

I’ll bet...

Exhaling in surrender, he stooped and pushed his pants and underwear down, raised back up and kicked them away, leaving himsef bare naked, his yard work-tanned body gleaming bronze and his drooping penis hanging down between his legs.

Monica Robbins cast her gaze slowly down his length and halted over his dick. She clucked her tongue in disapproval and shook her head, “Yes, just like I expected. You touch yourself far too much.”

“Wha--you can tell that just by looking?!”

“A mother knows. Now, get to it.”

He blinked, “What, just start ... doing it?”

“I’m sure you know how.” she snorted.

He flushed crimson and looked around nervously, “Yeah, but what if somebody comes in while I’m, uh...”

“Then you’d better be quick.” and with his gaze diverted Monica licked her dry lips hungrily. Look at his little tool! Oh, what a perfect little knob. I’d give anything to gobble it up! Oh my!

He looked back and she snapped her eyes back up to his face fast.

“But I don’t know if I can!”

There’s a first, chuckled Veronica under the bed.

“You were certainly about to when I came in!” scowled Mrs Robbins.

“But--But I wasn’t! Again, you don’t understand!”

She glanced at the closed laptop, picked it up for a moment, “That was a naked girl showering on your screen, was it not?”

“Well ... um, yeah. But-”

“But nothing! Look, this is very simple, you finish yourself off right now, in front of me, or else I will do all I’ve threatened, and as well I’ll show your mother exactly what you were watching when I came in.”

Kev’s eyes went wide, as did Veronica’s under the bed, and they were both thinking the exact same thing! No way could that be allowed to happen, because everything else aside, Heather Heterson wouldn’t fail to recognize the girl in the video as Tia Jalone and then it would all hit the fan, definitely! And everything they had planned, slaved over and worked toward, both Kev and Vee, would be utterly and totally destroyed.

No! gasped Nortelli under the bed. Shit, Kev, she transmitted telepathically, just fucking do it! Pump that cock for the crazy old bitch!

It was like he heard her transmission, even though there was no longer any need. He’d made his decision, there was no way his shot at a threesome with Tia and Vee was going to escape his grasp, especially with Tia’s vaginal virginity as the main course of that delectable meal. And the fisting!

The fisting! Oh shit! The fisting, it MUST happen!

“Okay.” he replied, and reaching down between his legs he plucked up his limp dick, began tugging at it.

Monica allowed herself a dark smile, then quickly returned to her disapproving frown. “Good, take your punishment, young man.”

He fondled himself, working the pliant flesh with his fingertips, but it wasn’t responding.

“Let’s go.” scowled Mrs Robbins, “I don’t have all day.”

“I--I’m trying.” but the flesh seemed to ignore him. Jeez, what a time not to be turned on!

He cast a glance at the laptop she’d set down, but Robbins pursed her lips, “That will be enough of that.” she pushed the computer under the pillow, “What kind of a person do you think I am?”

A bat-shit nuts one!

“This is part of your punishment, Kev.” she lectured, “And trust me, it will work wonders. Some day when you’re all grown up I’ll bet you call me to thank me. This embarrassment will stay with you all your life, the stigma of it will make you a better man.”

Yippee fuck...

Veronica peeked an eye out from under the bed and staring up past Mrs Robbins splayed legs she watched Kev’s ball sack jangle as his fist worked desperately above it. She licked her lips and her hand slid down her belly and under the hem of her denim mini skirt.

Mrs Robbins rolled her eyes in annoyance, “Oh, this is going to take all day! Come here!” and she grasped Kev’s shoulders and pulled him in, closed her big legs around him and locked her bare knees against his bare hips. She slapped his surprised hands away and wrapped her fingers against his limp noodle, lifting it up so that the head pointed directly at her face. She slid her other hand in and cupped his sack.

Kev gasped and his jaw sagged. Ho-lee shiiit!

Monica grinned like Ursula the Sea Witch about to take the Little Mermaid’s legs, “Never leave a boy do a woman’s job.” and squeezing his nuts with her palm she ran her thumbnail up Kev’s rapidly hardening shaft and grazed the mushroom cap that poked it’s way free from the foreskin in response.

“Ahhh...” groaned Kev and he swayed back, then forward and instinctively caught onto her big rounded shoulders.

“That’s a good boy, steady yourself for Mommy.” and she began to stroke him slowly and gently, while her hand warmed his balls.

“Ah-ohhhh...” he blinked hard, eyes fogging over while tremendous spikes of pleasure shot down his shaft as her fingers went up-and-down, up-and-down, and sizzled through his groin, making his ass tighten up.

“That’s it, you’re feeling it now.” purred Robbins as she picked up speed, “This is exactly what you need, as well as what you deserve, Kev. And it serves a double purpose.”

“A ... A d-double purpose...?” he groaned, eyes tightly shut and his face hanging a few inches out from hers.

“Uh-huh. Now that I know that you’re a deviant, I have to be careful about having my virginal daughter hanging around in your vicinity.”

“L-Lacey?” he mumbled as the pleasure within him rose and rose, the hand job she was giving him was the most amazing thing!

“Don’t you say my daughter’s name while in your evil, sinful throes!” she tightened her fingers around his shaft and pumped faster, squeezing his nuts harder.

“I--I’m sorry, Mrs R-Robbins!”

“You had better be! Imagine that, you thinking about my little Lacey while I’m doing this to you! For shame! Imagining her long golden hair brushing down her bare back.”

“Ohhh...”

“Thinking about my daughter stripping her clothing off for you.”

“Uhhhh ... ohmigod...”

“Peeling off her bra, exposing her high, firm little titties for your naughty, lustful eyes. That’s what you were doing, wasn’t it!”

“I-I-”

“I know it is!” spittle sprayed from between her gnashing lips and freckled whitely upon Kev’s bare chest, “What a bad, bad boy you are, Kev! You were thinking of taking my little Lacey to your bed! This bed! Tonight! And forcing your vile little tool between her legs!”

“N-No ... I ... no, I w-wouldn’t--ohhhh, shiiit...”

Mrs Robbins was pounding his cock like a machine now, her whole body leaning into it, the huge breasts quaking like an earthquake beneath the straining fabric of her blouse. Beneath them under the bed, Veronica’s mouth was cast wide in wordless pleasure as her fingers worked like crazy inside her wetter-then-the-ocean cunny. Her knees were bent and the legs drawn up so high the heels of her leather boots pressed into the bottom of her pantied ass. If Mrs Robbins had happened to look down she would have seen Vee’s bare kneecap poking out from under the mattress.

“I bet you and every other b-boy in y-your high school all do it, every night!” panted Mrs Robbins as she stroked Kev like the skilled cockmaster she truly was. Her huge pussy was a tepid, throbbing sticky mess inside her three layers of underthings and with her groin muscles she was working it just as hard as she was working the boy.

“All of you naughty boys, jacking your tools under your covers after you go to bed! Thinking about having sex with my little Lacey while you do it! Slapping your meat as you think of forcing her down on the ground and tearing off her panties and pulling her little legs apart while she moans and groans and pushing your TOOLS up into her CUNT and popping her cherry and CUMMING inside her, making her FUCKING pregnant!”

Kev’s fingers were digging tightly into the folds of her shoulders, he was panting loudly like a racehorse on the final leg of the Kentucky Derby.

“Y-Yes!” he exclaimed, “I--We do! That’s what we d-do!”

“I knew it!” and she cycled up to her top speed while her other hand released his swaying balls and prowled across his straining hip and slid onto his ass.

“I dream of i-it!” Kev rasped, “I--I want Lacey!”

“I know you do!”

“I--I want ... want t-to-”

“Say it!”

“I ... I want to FUCK her! I want to fuck La--YOU!”

And suddenly Monica was kissing him, hard and deep, and he was kissing her back, and the hand on his ass pushed between the splayed cheeks and her index finger slid into his gaping bung, dug deep and poked hard up against his prostate gland!

“HOLY SHIT!” gasped Kev into her wide-open mouth and their kiss broke, he levered back and his nuts BLEW! The white stream of cum geysered up, shooting high into the air. His jaw was wide and tears coursed down his cheeks, the feeling was like NOTHING he’d ever experienced before! A super orgasm!

“Guhhhhhhhhh! Ohhh, Mrs Robbins, ohhhhhhhh!”

As his cum rained back down between them to splash on the carpet, Monica’s face twisted into a deep paroxysm of pleasure as her own orgasm exploded within her. And under the bed Veronica writhed and bucked too as she came like a shotgun blast.

Monica’s knees parted and she let go of Kev, he staggered back gasping, his whole body quivering. She stood and brushed down her skirts, smoothed down her blouse.

“There!” she snapped curtly, “Now remember that, young man. And keep your nose clean and your eyes off my daughter. And I need more napkins.”

“R-Right ... sure...” he stumbled back and fell into a waiting chair as she stalked across the room and left the pool house, slamming the door shut behind her.

Kev shut his eyes and a dreamy smile spread across his devilish face. Damn right I’m going to remember that. For all fuckin time too, oh yeah...

Part XLIV - Scheme So Evil

Showtime!

As local papergirl Katrina Nierce raced down the sidewalk toward home, desperate to put the Heterson abode and that crazy bitch Dale Solcord with it as far behind her as humanely possible, while the doubly-violated Krista Wittes snored fitfully out in the woods behind the house with an empty bottle of Jack still in her hand, while Lacey Robbins lay on the upstairs bathroom floor, naked as the day Monica Robbins had birthed her and eyelids fluttering back to wakefulness while her first true sexual partner straightened his tie in the mirror, while Heather Heterson stood downstairs tapping her foot in the foyer with her cell phone pressed to her ear, yelling into her MIA husband’s voice mail, while the hundred-plus guests in attendance finally overcame Monica Robbins objections and rushed to the tables, pushing back the tarps and descended upon the waiting food like ravenous wolves, while the authentically half-Jamaican wedding DJ jacked up the volume, unleashing the pounding bass of Nelly Furtado’s energized cover of Maneater upon the starless grey-black sky curving overtop Stingray Crescent, while all this and so much more was going on all over this frenzied, insane, fever-driven evening...

... while all this was happening...

... inside the tightly locked Heterson pool house...

... a young girl named Tia Jalone squirmed tight in the grasp of another, much more dangerous girl. A twisted, cruel, demonic girl by the name of

“Veronica!” gasped out Tia as the able hacker-slash-dirty punker chick tightened her hold upon her.

“That’s my name, sweet thang, say it like you mean it.” and Vee bent her head and stuck out her tongue and ran it up Tia’s neck, revelling in the taste of her ripe flesh.

Tia cringed from the uninvited lick and fought to get free, but Nortelli’s grasp was like iron, Tia’s strength was in her legs, not her arm muscles, and she could barely stand, she was so damn scared, let alone strike out with one of her patented soccer kicks to the assaulting girl’s shins.

“Oh yeaaah, I love it!” growled Vee as she groped at her victim, “Fight me, girlie! That’s the stuff!”

“L-Let me go!”

“Um, let me see ... no? No!” and Veronica gripped the brunette’s left breast and twisted it painfully. Tia cried out, which only drove Vee to dig in with her fingers, while her other hand roved down the girl’s length, arrowing for her nether regions.

“Kev!” the spiky-haired terror commanded, “Get over here and help me!”

The blond-haired young man shrugged and stayed in place, watching the proceedings with hungry glee, “Doesn’t look like you need my help, Nortelli. You seem to have everything well in hand.”

Veronica slapped Tia’s hand back and stole under the hem of her cocktail dress, began clawing her way back up the girl’s leg. She gaped at her partner in crime, “What, Heterson, you don’t want a piece of this? Color me fuckin shocked!”

“Oh, I’ll be getting me some, just you wait. All in good time, you have your fun first.”

“You sure?”

Kev nodded and moved to the pool house’s one and only chair, the very one he had sat upon sat upon in order to give Tia her twenty spankings that very first day he’d secretly video’d her in the shower and then coerced her into letting him deliver the punishment.

Good times, he smiled serenely at the memory of womping upon Tia’s bare, pert ass while lay gasping face-down across his lap.