I grew up a privileged preppy. My father inherited a modest fortune and managed to turn it into a substantial fortune. He did it mostly through wise investments. His investments yielded considerable income. He did not own or operate any businesses. His business was his investments.
That left my father considerable time on his hands. Time, he spent chasing and seducing women. He was quite the lady's man. My mother was content to live the life of luxury and social position. She knew of course, my father was a philander, but chose to turn a blind eye.
My name is Chatsworth Osbourne III. There will be no IV as I hate that name. Like my father, I developed a taste for pussy at a young age and entered College determined to bag as many ladies as I could. I got into a small but prestigious University, not on grades, but on my father's monetary gifts to the University. I understood completely and did not give a rat's ass. It was the rich snooty pussy I was after.
My Grandfather, the original Chatsworth Osbourne, had secured a small fortune through hard work and devotion to family and business. How his son got to be the philanderer he became is a mystery to me. I didn't know nor did I care. There was only one thing for certain, I was my father's son.
Normally my hunts for pussy were centered with girls around my age, but that changed shorty after arriving at the University. The University President had a middle age wife that oozed sex and she literally made my tongue hard. Damn, I wanted to bag that old broad.
What I didn't know was my father had fucked her many times with the tacit approval of the University President. Seems the President had achieved his position by the substantial money he raised for the University endowment fund. Helena Scarberry was a decided asset for her husband's fund-raising activities.
Helena was the chaperone for the first sorority dance I attended at the University. I quickly made my move and asked Helena to dance. She demurred saying there were many pretty young girls my age to dance with. But I persisted and took her in my arms and onto the dance floor. Soon I was grinding my very hard cock against her abdomen. She pretended not to notice and started small talk by telling me she knew my father and how appreciative she and her husband was of his generous donations to the University. Then it hit me, my father had fucked Helena.
As far as I knew my father and I had not fucked the same female before. I was now going to change that, or at least, I was going to give it the old college try.
The dance ended much too quickly for me and Helena moved away. The next dance was lady's choice and a young hottie grabbed me and out on the dance floor we went.
I had been grinding my cock on Helena, now a hot young thing was grinding her pussy on me. Normally I would be hot to fuck her, but my hots were for Helena. She had caused my balls and cock to ache. If I didn't fuck her, I was in for a serious dose of blue balls.
Helena was acting as the perfect hostess and chaperone and I was not able to get her back on the dance floor. Little did I know she was thinking the young Chatsworth had a cock even bigger than his dad. I had lit a fire in her and was totally unaware. She needed my cock as much as I needed her pussy. But this Chatsworth had no clue.
I had pretty much decided on fucking Sally Ferguson to relive my aching balls and cock. Sally was a spoiled young lady and used to getting her way. The kind of girl I had known in high school. But fate was about to step in.
Much to my surprise, when the last dance was called, Helena came to me said, "I hope you saved the last dance for me."
