One quiet, secluded, and very wealthy suburb of Sapphire Bay had its peace disturbed by the roar of a motorcycle engine that only grew the farther it made its way through the winding streets. It was a Rebel 300 (the name perhaps a bit too on the nose for the vibe the rider wanted to give off), painted a blue that was dark enough to look black when it shined in the light of a street lamp. The lamps had just turned on, though the sun wasn't fully set and the two light sources battled for what would bathe the streets in a golden glow.
As the motorcycle got farther into the neighborhood, the houses began to get larger and more grand. Soon the streets were flanked by small mansions and villas that featured ornate gates to keep out unwanted guests -- and probably motorcycles. The rider kicked into another gear, the motorcycle roaring around a corner before it slowed and pulled into a driveway at the end of the street.
Well, it was sort of a driveway -- though a better term might be parking lot for how large the driveway was. The long driveway arched up to the entrance of the house before ending up at the road it had begun at. The motorcycle weaved through the cars that were there, probably about a dozen, and found a suitable spot between a white minivan and a BMW SUV. Even through the helmet with the visor down, the thumping of music could be heard from the house's backyard. It was a good thing the houses had about an acre of space between them, this seemed the type of neighborhood that had the cops on standby.
The rider slammed down the kickstand and turned off the bike, working on removing his helmet when a thickly accented voice called from a balcony that overlooked the front of the villa. "Augiste! Always such a late boy! Hurry your ass up, people have been asking about you!"
"You know me, Chloe!" August, Augistie to Chloe, called out in return. "Gotta keep the adoring women waiting!"
Chloe simply laughed in response and with a flutter of the long, see-through lace robe that she was wearing vanished off the balcony and back into the villa.
And what a villa it was, though you didn't normally get to call your house a villa unless it earned it, and this place certainly did. Built with soft white stones, the two story vill was shorter than the houses around it, but its modern architecture made up for its size. The front of the villa featured large windows that could be dimmed for privacy as they were now, the aforementioned balcony that overlooked the driveway, and steps that led up to the large wooden double doors.
August dismounted his bike, hung his helmet on the handlebars, and looked down at himself -- best to not show up to a Society of Venus party with a dead bug plastered on his shirt. He was dressed plainly, with a white shirt and dark jeans that both fit him well and showed off some of his well-cared-for physique. His prized colorful sneakers remained unscuffed, by far the most expensive thing August owned. Truthfully, August didn't own much. He'd grown up poor and continued to be poor as a 20-year-old college student at Sapphire Bay University. Had Chloe not bought him his motorcycle, he'd probably never owned a vehicle until he graduated college and Veterinary school. Though who knew if his scholarships and financial aid would last until graduation, it seemed to get more and more expensive every year.
He pushed that thought out of his head as he skirted the steps leading to the front door and took a side path that led to the back yard. August approached the gate that led into the back yard, a tall stone fence blocking any potential views from those on the outside. It did little to dull the music as one got closer though, some nondescript(â„¢) dance music growing louder as August input a code in a keypad next to the gate and swung it open when it chimed its approval.
Opening the gate to the backyard was like being transported to another world, the peaceful, well-kept neighborhood hiding one of the most debaucherous, lewd scenes one could experience. Chloe's backyard was, much like the rest of the villa, large and clearly expensive. A pool sat in the center surrounded by pool chairs, an outside bar made from dark wood, a few cabanas that featured plush beds and heavy outdoor curtains for privacy, and even a hot tub off to the side. August had always wondered what the Matron of The Society of Venus did for a living, but never long enough to question the gifts she so freely had showered him with.
The backyard's decoration was to be expected though, what was not was the partygoers. Around two dozen men and women were attending the 'pool party', if one could call it that. It looked more like a porn set.
All of the women seemed to be over the age of 40 and outnumbered the men two to one. Not only did the women double the number of the male partygoers, they seemed to be double the age of the men there...at minimum! The age gap didn't seem to be of much concern to the women, as they partied and pranced around in brightly-covered bikinis meant for much younger women. Some barely had enough fabric for them to even be considered bikinis, and most of the women sported high or wedge heels better for a nightclub than a pool party. One woman even walked around topless, her large breasts bouncing with each step.
There was a diverse array of body types present, though most women seemed to be on the heavier side and firmly in the 'BBW' category of certain websites, or rubenesque for those more artistically inclined. One thing they all had in common though, they all fawned over the men present at the party.
The men were dressed a bit more expected for the pool party, wearing different lengths and colors of swim trunks and sporting bare chests. Each guy seemed to be between 20 and 23, prime college-age years, and in impressive shape. There were no bodybuilders amongst them, but they all certainly cared about their bodies and it showed in defined muscles that one could trace with a finger...or tongue, if they wished.
August noted the party was already getting into full swing as he sidestepped a guy doing a shot between a significantly older woman's breasts before she placed a lime in his mouth with her own -- one could only wonder where he had licked the salt from.
Another guy sat on one of the pool-side couches flanked by a woman on each side of him. Their chatting seemed innocent enough, aside from how both women had a hand down the younger man's trunks. It was a truly absurd scene to unfold, outlandish enough that it even seemed too much for those silly written erotica sites! But for August it was real life!
As August took in the sights and looked for the Matron of the Society, the clicking of heels on stone heralded a platinum blonde, short-haired woman in her 50s that August knew all too well.
"Hey there, Sugar Dick!" The woman said with glee in a Southern twang. She moved quickly to meet him in rapid, short steps, causing her basketball-sized fake breasts to jiggle and shake in the most wonderful of ways. The white micro bikini the woman wore barely covered her nipples and certainly did nothing to cover her ass and pussy, her silken folds spilling out over the fabric.
"Claudia!" August said in return, catching the woman in his arms and immediately placing his hands on her ample ass. "How's my favorite doing?"
"Oh, you say that to all the ladies." Claudia responded, rolling her piercing blue eyes before she pulled August in for a kiss hello. It wasn't some quick greeting, the two kissed for a few moments, tongues wrestling lewdly in the open air between them. When they broke the kiss, Claudia continued in her honey-dipped twang "When's the last time we got to fuck? I've been missin' you, Sugar Dick!"
August smirked and stole another quick kiss from the older woman. "I think it was when you came to pick me up from class so I could 'help you move something heavy' in your bedroom. Shoulda known the 'something heavy' were those tits of yours." As if to punctuate the joke, he let his hands drift from Claudia's ass to her breasts, roughly cupping them best he could, each easily eclipsing his palm as he kneaded them gently. "Not that I minded..."
"Well now you've come to me, so how about we go somewhere and cum together?" Claudia leaned up to August's lips as she teased him, running the tip of her tongue over his lips and grinding her hips against his already hardening cock.
There was a moment when August considered throwing decorum out the window and spending the next bit of time with Claudia instead of finding Chloe. He probably would have too, had Chloe's eyes not met his from across the party. Chloe stood on the stone terrace that overlooked the pool area, wine glass in one hand and a look on her face that told August that whatever she had planned may just be worth pulling himself from Claudia.
"Actually, I promised Chloe I'd see her right when I got to the party."
"Right, right. Can't leave The Matron waiting." Claudia said with a sigh as she released her would-be lover. "I call dibs on that tongue of yours if it's free though."
August let out a laugh as he kissed the woman's forehead and gave her thong-covered ass a pat. "It's all yours."
"Promise?" her voice had a bit of longing that slipped through her normally nonchalant facade.
"Promise. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
August reluctantly pulled himself away from the needy GILF, frowning as Claudia blew him a kiss and shook her ass in his direction as he walked away.
The things he did for Chloe...
The young buck made his way for the Matron's elevated platform, stopping only to let a couple hurriedly move by him with the woman pulling the man along by his swim trunks, his firm and slightly-pale ass already starting to peek out. The couple disappeared into a nearby cabana as August got to the stairs, taking them two at a time. His heart pounding from excitement, he met Chloe at the top of the stairs next to the balcony's railing, the woman smiling at him from her metaphorical seat of power, wine glass in hand.
Chloe was as full-bodied as the wine she drank and perhaps nearly as old, the mature woman about to celebrate her 49th birthday with a party that August was sure would be remembered for decades to come. She had a soft face, dark brown eyes gleaming in the setting sun. Laugh lines flanked her mouth, an obvious indication to the age gap between her and the male visitors she enjoyed. Her hair was done in a simple, messy bun, one strand of her sable-black hair hanging down to the slightest hint of jowls around her chin. She was heavier like most of the women at the party, but in a way that reminded August of a fertility statue.
A pair of silver earrings capped with red, octagonal gems dangled down and brushed against her neck as she moved to greet her newest guest, giving him a better look at her outfit. Chloe always dressed to impress, her swimsuit offering a bit more coverage than her fellow pool goers, but being no less sexy. It was a red one-piece that clung so perfectly to her every curve as if the woman had been vacuum-sealed into the outfit; wide hips, plump thighs, and just the slightest peak of an ample ass all on display. Her swimsuit had a plunging neckline, revealing ample cleavage of the woman's two large, heavy breasts that pressed against the shiny fabric enough to cause her nipples to slightly poke at the fabric. An impressive swimsuit wasn't enough though, Chloe also had a see-through, black lace robe that did little to obscure her form but added an extra hint of eroticism to her look that was not lost on August.
