Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 97
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 97 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
It had been three weeks since Logan had masturbated Flynn in the kitchen. Because the boys went to different high schools, they didn’t get together all that often. Logan had football practice and a middle-school girlfriend. He’d gotten her top off a couple of times, but not her panties. Second base.
When the boys did meet, it was at Flynn’s house. Logan’s parents weren’t as liberal as Riley.
On a Tuesday, she winked at Flynn, “You ready?”
“Yes ma’am!”
A few minutes later she opened her front door. Logan’s eyes raced up and down, but Riley had on slacks and a conservative blouse. “Himself is back in his room, honey. You know the way.”
The boys had progressed, tentatively, to blowjobs. That afternoon they undressed quickly, then Flynn stepped back, “You want some juice?”
“Now?”
“I’m parched, be right back.”
Logan pointed at Flynn’s boner, “Dude.”
“Chill.”
Logan stared as his boyfriend strolled casually out to the living room, leaving the door open. He heard Riley, “Hey, cowboy, want me to fix some sandwiches? Ham and cheese?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“They’ll be in the refrigerator whenever you guys are ready. Spicy mustard or regular?”
“Hot for me — I better ask Logan.”
Logan stared at him, hardly believing his eyes. Yet strangely turned on at the same time.
Flynn, “Well?”
“Uh, mild. Regular, whatever. Man!”
Flynn left again. “Regular. We have any chips?”
“I think so, I’ll check.”
“Could we have a beer too?”
“You can split one. One.”
“Thanks, Riley.”
“You boys aren’t getting up to anything naughty, are you?”
“Sure are.”
“Oh Lord, where have I gone wrong?”
“We aren’t doing anything you wouldn’t do.”
“Oh. Carry on then.”
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