Terror in the Snowstorm
©Copyright 2017 wantsomefun
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - A college student, Seth, finds his snooty/bitchy exGF in a wreck in a major snowstorm. Despite her attitude, he persists with trying to help her. Two huge rednecks come along and quickly show that they have ill intentions for the hot girl, and quickly take over the situation. A series of events causes the girl to reevaluate her impression of Seth in this crazy whirlwind of a story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Coercion Rape Heterosexual Fiction Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
“Now why don’t you two run along and have a good evening. My wife and I are both pretty tired, and we haven’t had much together time in the past day or so, let alone sleep on a civilized schedule. We’ll see you at breakfast around 8 tomorrow morning. Just wear anything. I’ll be in jeans and my old fraternity sweatshirt.”
Amanda laughed. “I told Lawrence to throw that moth-eaten thing out years ago!”
“Yes dear, I know you did. Three different times. But Lawrence is my friend, and he knows how much that old rag means to me, since I was wearing it when I first met you. He’s always asked me if it’s OK to get rid of it, and I’ve always said no. Anyway, Seth, just wear what you want. Jeans and a T-shirt or whatever you would feel comfortable in. Out ‘dress code’ is for guests. I would like it if you were to feel more like family. I think I can speak for my wife when I say we would like you to see us as your favorite aunt and uncle or as substitute parents.”
“Absolutely,” Amanda said. “You probably have a fine mother and father, and we would never want to interfere with that relationship, but I feel like you’re the son I could never have, and you’ve obviously completely charmed Josh!”
“Mom, please!” Tara giggled. “You’re making poor Seth blush. And you say I can come on strong! Now I know where I got it from. Come on, Seth, let’s get out of here before they start to plan a new christening ceremony for you!”
“See you in the morning, folks,” I called over my shoulder, as Tara practically dragged me out of the dining room.
“Let me show you some more of the house,” Tara said when we were out of earshot of the dining room. “I think you’ll like my little ‘apartment.’ I’ll also show you how to get from your room to mine without anyone seeing you.”
We went to the recreation area. Next to the theatre room, which I had seen before, was a room with a pool table and a bar. Behind the bar was a door. “This area of the house was completely re-done about ten years ago. This door used to lead to the servants’ quarters, before we built the townhouses. Now, this door is never used. Follow me.”
We went through the door into an obviously disused corridor which led to a small stairwell. At the top of the stairs was a hallway.
Tara said, “The room with the pool table used to be the servant’s kitchen, and these rooms up here were their bedrooms. When we added the indoor pool, we tore down the old servants’ quarters and put up a new wall which now forms the solid back wall of the two-story pool enclosure. Since this old wall with the doors in it is structural, it was simpler to leave it in place and face it with new masonry on the pool enclosure side.
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