TWENTY FOUR
'Welcome Back'
I'm glad to see the BBQ was being so well attended.
I don't know what Charles promised, but most of the interesting people from the neighborhood showed up.
And in high spirits.
As each neighbor comes through the gate of our eight-foot privacy fence (as instructed by the sign in our front yard Charles had planted in our front yard) your mother obeyed her standing order and went to hug them.
Each one.
Even the children.
And she did not speak, just the hug.
And she swept her arm encouraging entry.
To all appearances perfectly normal.
Well, her silence was out of the ordinary, but no one seemed to notice.
With each one she hugged, while they were in contact, I would active the eggs.
Sometimes one. Sometimes all.
For those I wanted her maximally turned on, I'd activate and deactivate them, cycling through randomly. Not only which one was buzzing, but how many.
I hoped she was noting the message she was receiving
Saisha conducted the attendees to the table for plates, flatware and sides.
Then pointed them to Charles at the grill to choose their main course.
I sat under the tree in a heavy wooden chair we'd got in some trade I'd made.
Oh, yes, I'd built some shelving in her boss's library.
I wonder if he'll show up.
I'd sure like to get a shot at his wife.
I watch many people attempt to talk with my wife.
I'm hoping she slips up and speaks, but I don't see it.
Every one has gotten served and people are scattered in small groups around the yard, eating and chatting.
I turn on all four eggs and she snaps her head to look at me.
I beckon her to me.
As she walks towards me I am amused that her heels sink slightly in the sod, not enough to topple her, but enough that with each step she must deliberately lift them up to pull them out - this makes her walk very interesting.
"Who's Chet's friend?" I ask, hoping she'll slip and tell me the college footballer's friend's name.
Mildly disappointed that she merely shrugs, I stand to press my body against hers.
I turn her around to face the young men.
"They're first. Both of them. Go."
She walks straight to them. I watch her ass shift arousingly with her struggle.
When she's about halfway to them, the notice that she is headed their direction.
They stop talking to professor - food services, if I remember - and all three turn their heads to watch her.
She rubs herself against Chet. He looks nervously at me. I pretend to be paying no attention.
He reaches around her and clutches her ass.
She takes his wrist and that of his friend, obviously also a baller, and leads them towards the house.
I make a quick pass through the yard to notify you and Saisha and Charles and we filter out of the yard and meet in the living room.
I turn on the big screen and the feeds from the office.
She enters the office, between the two college boys, leading them both by the hand.
She turns to Chet and lifts his college logo tee up over his head and off his arms.
"mmmmmm," she runs her hands over his sports sculpted chest.
Which is, impressive.
Not bloated, but each muscle developed and firmly packed beneath his beach tan.
She caresses her way down to his abs - not a washboard, each division of his six-pack smooth, the cuts not deep but distinct.
She leans in to lick his pecs and he places a hand behind her head.
It looks like from habit rather than intent.
This lean thrusts her ass out towards the other baller, who lays his hands on her top slope.
"Hey, what about Riley?" says Chet. Not fully aware of where this is going - but hopeful.
"Yeah, what about me?" Riley bring both hands down on her ass, hard enough force her knees to accommodate the blow.
She turns and sets to unbuttoning Riley's green polo and pulling it up and off.
He is more slender than Chet, but no less well-muscled.
Her hands explore eagerly.
Chet lifts her skirt and flips it up over her ass to lay bunched across her waist.
He unzips his chinos.
"What the fuck?"
He sees his desired pathway blocked by the crotchropes.
She turns quick, sees his fly unzipped and, bending over, unbuckles his wide belt and unbuttons his pants.
Riley takes advantage of her ass high and naked in front of him and slaps a meaty hand down on her taut cheeks - his hand covering both at once. He begins to rain blows onto her in a lazy, irregular stream. Watching the effect of each strike, fascinated.
"Fuck, man. She's got a perfect ass - look at this."
"Yeah, I saw. What's with all that rope though. It's in the way."
She pushes Chet's pants down to his ankles. He's full commando and his thick cock hangs heavy at an angle.
She reaches around to grip his ass and runs kisses and licks up and down his increasingly turgid dick.
Riley digs his hands into the crotch ropes and tugs them to one side.
She squeals in pain, those tight ropes were dug pretty firm into her cunt slit. That likely did hurt.
"There."
He spanks her a few more times then unzips his cutoffs and a monster cock flops out.
He strokes it over her ass cheeks a few times and it rises thick and long - long as his hand - maybe nine inches.
She takes Chet into her mouth and bobbing, twisting, holding nearly out, taking it in to her gag, she uses her expertise - well-learned expertise - to bring him off.
Riley spits once into his hand and coats his heavy dong with saliva.
He lines his head up with her pussy and drives into her.
Stops with just his head pressed between her lips, blocked by the eggs.
"Damn, what is this in your pussy, cunt?"
"What is it?"
"It's like rocks or something."
I turn two of the eggs on, turn the dials to high.
"HOLY FUCK. They're vibrating!"
He stands stiff, the eggs tickling his cock tip.
"Damn, man, they're vibrating inside her."
"How's that feel, bud?"
"Oh, man, I mean..."
He starts trying to work himself deeper into her and makes of few inches of progress.
Riley goes nuts and starts rapid short stroking her with a force that smashes her against Chet's pubic bone.
There, now he's down her throat.
She twists and flops like a fish on a hook, but Chet keeps her impaled deep.
Riley lifts her hips and she hangs suspended, spitted between the two powerful students.
Her legs dangle and flop as she is pounded from behind, her throat mercilessly full.
Riley pumps fast and wild - and comes quickly.
He pulls out and wipes the last dribblings on the upper slope of her butt.
He drops her and she falls, her knees buckling on impact, but she recovers quickly and lifts her ass to offer it to him again.
He holds his cock in his hand as it deflates, watching her struggles on Chet's pole with a smile.
Chet arches back as he comes.
