Tony's clenched eyelids levered open as his lungs wheezed back to life after his mind-blowing orgasm. His sweaty body lay limp atop the freshly-fucked coed beneath him. Debbie was also breathing easier now after her own stupendous body-wracking sexual surge was beginning to dissipate. Her throat was cooing small noises as her hands fluttered across her cock master's hairy back.
Tony's heavy body stirred listlessly, his cock shrinking to plump slackness. He took a pause to recover his breath before rousing himself off his bedroom playmate. He heaved a final drawn-out sigh and rolled aside. Debbie reflexively rolled towards him, laying her shoulder over his outstretched arm and pressing her warm, moist boobs to his side. She saw his tired expression and stretched her neck up to kiss his cheek. She squiggled closer against him and threw an arm over his belly in a half hug and cuddle. His arm curled in on her soft form and his hand clutched one of her big boobs.
Tony's life necessitated these clandestine arrangements. He was a man about town with connections and schemes galore. But he kept this sensual hideaway covert. What good was a hideaway that others knew about; wouldn't be a 'hideaway' then, would it? His thoughts lingered on the usefulness that this secretive apartment was providing, fulfilling its purpose as a sexual haven for impetuous booty calls with his eager coital companion.
Debbie lay in her own thoughts; she felt an equal warm contentment with the living arrangements and had said so many times.
Still, Tony had a few troubles to ponder. His cousin had a daughter who recently graduated high school. At the post-graduation party, one of the local mobster's sons had taken a fancy to her. She had been polite in countering his inebriated entreaties but he had gone further and accosted her, copping a feel of her big boobs and pouncing in for a kiss.
Farrah had resisted, pushed him back but he laughingly held his ground and advanced for another try. That was when she popped her knee into the young rowdy's balls. The bad boy's friends now had the laugh, joking about his distressed groin, and he felt humiliated. He loudly and publicly threatened harsh revenge as she scurried away from the misbehaving bunch.
Farrah's father was warned about the incident. She laughed it off but he took it seriously. The embarrassed boy's father could and would follow through; his control of the neighborhood graft depended on his malevolent reputation. Whether she accepted it or not, Farrah was imperiled to real violence and needed to get out of town until her father could work out a reasonable settlement. He had asked his cousin to hide her until then.
Tony hadn't wanted to get involved, especially considering the opposing factions involved, but it was family after all. He had grudgingly agreed. So, Farrah, his redhead second cousin, was arriving today and he had yet to inform Debbie of her soon-to-be roommate's arrival. Best done now while she wallowed in her contentment.
"I have a surprise for you. You're getting a roommate. About your same age. She's a relative of mine who needs a place to stay until things stabilize back home."
Debbie listened and pondered. The apartment had two bedrooms, so that wasn't a problem. In fact, it got kind of quiet and lonely on the evenings between Uncle Tony's irregular booty calls.
But was Tony easing her towards the door with a novel replacement? She hoped not but was relatively powerless to stop it. He was the boss and she was, in reality, simply his shacked-up plaything.
The next day, Debbie met Farrah at the apartment when Tony dropped her off. The resident coed played the gracious hostess and briefed her new roommate on the living arrangements and Uncle Tony's enigmatic overnights.
To steer her away from Tony, she hinted that Farrah may eventually like to try out a few orchestrated 'booty calls' of her own. Farrah was already unsettled by the sudden exodus from her family life and was wary of her situation. It was all so strange. Her response to being introduced to other men was vague, at best.
As the days played out, the newbie became conflicted about her feelings. 'Uncle' Tony came and went several nights a week and the noises from Debbie's room confirmed he was vigorously fucking her, and she seemed happy to host him as many times as he wanted.
Farrah began feeling a bit lonely and pondered Debbie's earlier suggestion of anonymous 'booty calls' for herself. She dropped hints and Debbie caught the drift but held her council. Farrah was a ripe young woman and Debbie worked her own wiles, moving Farrah towards a lesbian curiousness. Farrah did not fend off her approaches and progressively more intimate petting filled the nights that Tony was absent.
Eventually, Tony sensed their budding affections and turned it to his advantage with an occasional threesome. The girls jointly and separately catered to Tony's carnal needs while continuing their sapphic pleasures with him in bed.
But he was not a young man anymore and the middle-ager was straining under the load of two feisty females constantly craving his cock, even as they satisfied each other.
Tony pondered the situation and recalled how Sam had been generous in sharing Debbie when she was resident at his home. That encounter had been Sam's returned favor for Tony's past services rendered and he now called on his friend, grasping a self-serving opportunity to reciprocate the courtesy.
Sam visited the apartment one afternoon and found the roommates at home. Debbie greeted him sweetly, recalling their sexual trysts that now seemed a lifetime ago. She introduced him to Farrah. The three spent an hour in conversation, sharing platonic stories and getting better acquainted. Debbie had reverted to calling him 'Uncle' Sam and Farrah followed her lead. When Sam was leaving, Farrah politely said 'goodbye' and shook his hand.
"Well, Uncle Sam, I hope we will see you again soon."
"Oh, yes, Miss Farrah, I guarantee it."
