Chapter 3

Alice sat on her front porch swing smoking a cigarette with her feet propped on the porch rial. She asked herself what had gone wrong that night.

She had intended to seduce her son, but he had chosen to spend the evening studying at a girl’s house instead.”I should be getting some dick, right now!” She said despondently. Alice flicked her dying cigarette into a rose bush. She couldn’t stand it any longer. Standing up, she confidently descended the porch steps and made her way to the sidewalk, seeking to alleviate her frustrations with a refreshing walk around the block. The sun was setting and the houses were dim with the owners who were out for an evening’s dinner and dancing. She wanted to have some fun. Alice walked onto the University campus and, followed the raucous music blaring from the ADK frat house. Drawing close to the house he saw partiers filling red solo cups from a larg keg of beer. The attraction of free beer pulled her up the stairs.

Alice blinked, the harsh fluorescent light of the grocery store momentarily blurring her vision. “Tawny?” she echoed, her voice a little thin. The girl standing before her, a whirlwind of bright pink hair and even brighter pink lipstick, was vaguely familiar, like a half-remembered dream. “Tawny Miller ... from Maple Street?”

Alice recalled a skinny fifth-grader. Now, a blonde in a scoop-necked satin dress that barely contained a lush, tanned pair of tits right out of a centerfold.

“OMG, Tawny, you look fucking fantastic!” Alice exclaimed. “Give me a hug! “ Tawny embraced Alice tightly, pressing her big boobs into Alice’s. This sent a shiver of lust through older woman. The hug lasted long enough to also excite Tawny, When the women separated, Tawny scrutinized her old sitter’s body; she remembered how she had wanted a voluptuous body, with large breasts and a round ass.

“Come on, let me get you a beer.” She took Alice by the hand and led her to the keg. Tawny filled two solo cups with the foamy cheap beer. After handing one to Alice, she raised hers and toasted, “To future friends!”

Alice kissed her cup against Tawny’s and took a deep drink of her beer.

A quick scan of the room revealed the party’s escalating energy. Students were shedding their inhibitions along with their layers of clothing. An athletic, shirtless guy had cornered a buxom girl against the wall. Their French kiss was deep and urgent, his right hand moving with practiced ease down the back of her sweatpants, kneading her ass.

The sight triggered a rush of memories, a flashback to her own college days and the parties where she’d allowed countless young men to explore beneath her waistband, a prelude to later encounters. Sex later? The thought, unbidden, flickered in her mind. It was a foreign concept, one that hadn’t even registered when she’d decided to take her walk. She hadn’t considered the possibility of getting fucked.

The house reeked of sex, a pungent, animalistic aroma that mingled with the stale beer and cheap perfume. That smell, combined with the lingering memory of her afternoon with Freddy, caused a sudden, sharp pang of arousal. A wave of wetness flooded her pussy, a physical manifestation of the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. Surrounded by so many young men, the possibility of getting laid tonight seemed not just possible, but increasingly likely.

Tawny rubbed the back of her hand up and down Allice’s upper arm. “Want to go cop a buzz?” She said softly in Alice’s ear.

Alice hadn’t touched a joint since her bachelorette, a night that now pulsed in her memory like a forbidden film reel. Her bridesmaids, a coven of giggling vixens, had conjured a haze of Hawaiian kush, the sweet smoke curling around them like a lover’s caress. Then came the stripper, a god carved from sweat and muscle, who shed his rhinestone armor, revealing the raw, throbbing truth of him. His cock, thick and heavy, swung like a pendulum, hypnotizing the women with its rhythm. Hands, hungry and eager, reached out, tracing the vein-ridged length, coaxing it to an impossible hardness. He moved among them, a pagan deity, his second climax a glistening offering, a testament to their shared desire. By the time the night dissolved into a sticky, sated dawn, his flesh, and their tongues, bore the unmistakable mark of their collective, uninhibited worship.

Tawny ushered Alice into a small, dimly lit room. A hookah, its glass body gleaming, sat on a low coffee table, surrounded by a circle of figures. The air was thick and hazy, the sweet, unmistakable scent of marijuana filling the space. Tawny, with a playful tug, pulled Alice towards an open beanbag chair, settling herself down and drawing Alice onto her lap.

Tawny offered Alice a pipe, taking one for herself. They inhaled deeply, holding the smoke until their lungs burned, then exhaled in unison. A wave of euphoria washed over them, their minds sparking like a neon sign. Alice leaned back against Tawny’s chest, the warmth spreading through her, and loosely held the pipe as the sensation pulsed through her.

Tawny whispered, “This is fucking good shit!’ Alice turned her face to Tawny, a giggle escaping her lips. “No shit!” she exclaimed. Tawny’s soft lips pressed against Alice’s neck, sending a wave of warmth through her. A gentle massage of her shoulders followed, as they each took another toke from the pipe.

The smoke, thick and sweet, narrowed their world to the intimate circle of the beanbag chair. Tawny leaned close, her breath warm against Alice’s ear, then turned her face with a gentle hand. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Alice’s, a tentative exploration. A moment passed, then Alice’s lips parted, returning the pressure, a slow, languid response that stirred a forgotten memory: the clandestine kisses of dorm-room nights, the shared heat and whispered secrets of girlhood.

Inside the weed-hazed bubble, Alice’s head swam, her focus locked on Tawny’s lush, inviting mouth. Tawny’s eyes, though, had drifted south, zeroing in on Alice’s plump tits straining against the satin of her dress. Her fingers, sneaky little bastards, slid beneath the fabric, teasing the soft mounds. After a beat, she yanked down the stretchy neckline, exposing the slightly saggy, but still damn fine, pair of breasts. Her hands, now free, cupped the fleshy globes, lifting and squeezing, like she was testing the ripeness of a goddamn melon.

Alice, a jolt of raw heat sparking between her legs from the girl’s playful fingers on her nipples, thrust her tongue into Tawny’s waiting mouth. Tawny, a seasoned pro, didn’t miss a beat, wrapping her own tongue around Alice’s in a wet, swirling dance.

Tawny, with a slow, deliberate wiggle, slid off the beanbag and straddled Alice, planting her ass right on her old babysitter’s crotch. Then, flipping over like a goddamn gymnast, she landed on top of Alice, their lips crashing together in a sloppy, wet make-out session. Alice, not one to be outdone, wasted no time shoving her hands up under Tawny’s top, then wriggling them under her tiny bra cups. She found those hard little nipples and gave them a good, hard twist.

Tawny’s tongue went wild in Alice’s mouth, a goddamn slippery eel, while her fingers kept up the good work, tugging and twisting Alice’s nipples until they were begging for mercy. Then, with a theatrical arch of her back, she presented those tits like a goddamn offering, practically shoving them into Alice’s open mouth.

Alice latched onto Tawny’s nipples, sucking and nipping like a hungry pup, while her hands slid down, past the flimsy barrier of Tawny’s shorts and the thin string of her panties, to the smooth, tight cheeks of her ass. She pulled Tawny’s crotch flush against her own, the damp heat of their pussies melding together in a hot, slick press. They both panted, their breaths mingling, as they ground their swollen, needy centers together.

As Tawny ground her hips against Alice, dry-humping her like a goddamn rabbit, a fucking crowd had gathered outside their little weed-hazed bubble. A bunch of gawking motherfuckers, watching Tawny work her magic on that delicious MILF.

Most of the rubberneckers had seen Tawny get down and dirty with freshmen girls, those fresh-faced little twats, but a MILF? That was a goddamn first. Inside their hazy little world, Tawny hiked Alice’s dress up around her waist, revealing a glimpse of creamy thigh, then yanked one of Alice’s legs between her own. Now, those two pussies were in full-on, skin-to-skin contact, grinding together like a pair of horny weasels in a sock drawer.

Alice, a seasoned veteran in the art of tribbing, wasn’t about to be outdone. She met Tawny’s grinding rhythm with her own, their slick pussies slapping and squelching together like a pair of goddamn walruses in a mud pit. The moans coming from both of them grew louder, a symphony of wet, animalistic sounds. Outside their little love nest, some horny young buck couldn’t take it anymore. He whipped out his dick, a thick, throbbing monster, and started jerking off, his eyes glued to the writhing spectacle of the two women.