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."
A few days passed and then, one night, facilitated by Debbie and Tony's prior arrangements, Sam kept his promise.
It was late and Debbie let him in. Farrah had already gone to bed. Debbie quietly helped him out of his clothes and motioned him down a hallway to Farrah's bedroom door, which stood slightly ajar. Sam eased it open and crept into her room, closing the door behind him.
Farrah was drowsy but turned alert at the motions. She saw the naked man come to her bedside. She recognized Sam and, with a maturing rationale, surmised the reason for his presence. She lay still as he mounted the bed and laid down beside her. She curled away from the unfamiliar male's intimate presence, hands between them to fend off his advances if necessary.
Sam spoke softly to his impending coitus companion. He reminded Farrah that she was safe in Tony's care and getting the benefits of the apartment gratis. She should be grateful and, as Tony's colleague, he was here to collect her expected added gratitude in person and in kind. In her mind, she was unable to refute the logic.
She became less hesitant when his hands swept lightly across her pale freckled skin. She released her tension more when his hands plucked at her nightie's ties and peeled away the thin coverings.
He leaned in and lovingly smooched her nipples. It felt good; not as instinctive as Debbie's touches but still good. Her hand touched the back of his head to keep him engaged while she sweetly kissed the top of his head. Sensing her acquiescence to his moves, he upped the oral-areolae caresses.
She rolled on her back to lay flat on the mattress. Sam's hand burrowed between her thighs and she spread them to give him free access to her pussy. He heard her breathing deepen and knew his approach was being effective.
He left off the mammary suckling and raised his body above her. She spread her legs wide and he placed himself for penetration. Her arms rose to welcome him down onto her body.
He laid his chest upon her big boobs and prepared to slide his solid cock into her juicy cunt. She hugged him tightly, about to be fucked by this mysterious man she had barely chanced upon during her involuntary security exodus. Her thoughts were muddled.
'I want this to happen... maybe... I think so... what if... maybe yes? No, wait...'
But it was too late for any waiting as Sam pushed his cock inside her and nullified any indecision. He was over-aroused and fired off quickly in her cunt. Her passions were barely kindled and she felt cheated at missing her chance at satisfaction.
