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   MONICA 60: SPREAD EAGLE

   Monica spreads her wings with the Cortez sisters.  Legs too!

   5:20 PM...  the Gift home on Walnut Street aka WE ALL NUT Street! 
That's what their neighbor's the Quinones family next door often referred
to the street name.  Made sense considering who lived next door!

   "Hey daddy?  Can I get a ride to Amber's?"

   Covering her tracks to mask that she was joining her father at the strip
club called The North Pole, Monica interrupted a talk between he and her
mother in their bedroom as Aaron got all dressed up for his meeting.  Her
mother Charlotte sat on the bed while Aaron slapped on cologne and had
called his client Jared Marx, letting Charlotte overhear via speaker so she
knew things were legit.  Jared did say hello to Charlotte not feeling a bit
of guilt after nutting on her face as she was passed out drunk last night
on the family sofa.  A cup half full as they say.

   Monica realizing, he was on the phone paused in their doorway to listen.
Frowning at her daughter Charlotte sized up the dress her daughter was
wearing to go out in.  A white dress with a certain amount of sheerness
that complimented Monica's base tan by letting her skin be somewhat seen
beneath it.  No underwear obviously her nipples, entire areolas were
peeking through the material.  Scrutiny was in Charlotte's eyes, but Monica
just stuck her tongue out at her.  Monica's dress was so tight her butt
crack was pure crevice; her cheeks winking as she walked.  Thigh gap sneaky
on occasion even her cute little clam was pearl thriving.  Charlotte so
wanted to vent but kept her mouth shut.  It wouldn't do any good after she
had informed Monica, she was a grown woman and would have to deal with her
own mistakes.

   "I'll meet you and Mitch at 7:15.  If there's a delay I'll text you
guys. Bring your checkbooks fella!" Aaron chuckled.  "I have a feeling our
business relationship is going to skyrocket."

   "Hi Jared!" Monica slipped into the room to lean on the corner of the
dresser where Aaron's cell rested.  "Have fun tonight."

   "Thanks Monica.  We hope things go well too.  I'll see you later Gift.
Bye Charlotte it was great meeting you last night." Charlotte replied with,
"You as well." even though she just knew she was the brunt of some cruel
joke she hadn't quite figured out yet.  Cum what may, cum what might she
would know eventually.

   Hanging up on Jared, Aaron looked at Monica with raised eye brows,
"Where did you get that dress?"

   "OH FOR GOD'S SAKE!  Stop this act immediately." Charlotte blew a
gasket. "Monica told me you buy her clothes.  Raised her allowance my ass."

   "For the record daddy has never seen this dress." Monica pointed out. 
"I order dresses and have them mailed to Amber or Lindsey's house.  I
didn't want you to see them and get bent out of shape.  I have plenty in
hiding but like I said earlier I guess I don't have to hide them anymore.
So, please don't burn my wardrobe while I'm gone."

   "I would never...  you must think I'm...  you know what?  Just go the
both of you I'm getting a migraine." She sipped her wine as a way of
controlling her nerves.

   "You need to calm down." Aaron scowled at his wife of 22 years, "Take a
muscle relaxer or something."

   "I think I will." Charlotte got up and went into the bathroom where she
kept her pills.  The stress today was unbearable with all that she had
learned.  Two Benzodiazepines or as Charlotte called them Benzodi's she had
in stock from a back strain last year she rather enjoyed the lull it gave
her thoughts when under duress.  Thankfully, Charlotte's father George was
a pharmacist who could get her refills which she rarely needed so he was
not concerned of abuse.  Today, Charlotte just wanted to seek a new
nirvana. And how!

   While Charlotte was in the bathroom Aaron looked over Monica on the sly,
indeed this was the first time he had seen her dressed this...  prostitute
for a better word.  He was worried he might get hard in front of Charlotte
again so told Monica to take her sexy ass out to the Cherokee and wait for
him.  Beguiling her father with a lapping tongue she pivoted on her heel
and started to walk away when he stopped her to whisper, "Do you own
stiletto's?"

   "Buy me some!" That answered that.  He motioned her to go on.  With her
out of the way Aaron took a stroll to the bathroom and did some damage
control.  Charlotte stood there in the basin mirror staring off into space.
Moving in behind his wife Aaron hugged her waist and put his chin on top of
her head.

   "I need you to hear me Charlotte.  I have never once stopped loving you.
You still turn me on like the day we first met.  I've just...  found myself
needing a little more.  This does not mean I ever want to lose you.  I
don't!  So please...  work with me here."

   "I'm trying Aaron.  Just...  it's only been a day.  Give me a week and I
should be able to cope better.  I never want to lose you either.  If I have
to compete for your affections I just...  don't know.  You have to give me
attention often, not every second but please let me know how much you truly
do love me."

   "Absolutely!  Start that fire, curl up and just relax I'll be home
toward morning.  If this deal with Marx and Dunbar goes through our
finances will triple.  Between their software firm and mine we can merge
into something that can build a much better future.  I want our golden
years to be magical.  I swear to you I will always provide."

   "I believe in you Aaron.  Why do you think I didn't raise hell last
night?  I brought you both back to bed for God's sake.  I've...  I don't
even know where I'm going with this.  Just let me find my way."

   "Take your time.  I'm here forever Boo."

   "Boo?  Boohoo maybe!" She smiled for once, "Oh!  I enquired about a
personal trainer.  He hasn't gotten back to me yet.  Can you believe our
daughter has even had sex with that guy?  Where did we go wrong with her
Aaron?"

   "She's her own worst nightmare Charlotte.  Take a look at that dress
that I evidently bought and didn't know it.  What's with those cut out port
holes up her sides?"

   "Oh knock it off!  I can feel your dick growing against my ass.  You got
turned on the second she walked in."

   "Maybe you should buy dresses like that." He winked at her reflection.
Another smile he at least knew she wasn't bitter.

   "Let me pull off my fat ass and I might shock you."

   "Tell that trainer I'll pay him double if he whips you into shape by our
anniversary shortly after Monica's graduation.  We'll drive down to Miami
and go shopping.  Just you and I."

   "Mmm!  Second honeymoon?  Or is that moneymoon?"

   "Could be both if tonight pans out.  Let me get moving it's 5:45.  Don't
do anything I wouldn't do." He kissed her neck then her cheek.  "Love you
Char."

   "I love you too.  What happened to Boo?  I rather liked that nickname."

   "I love you Boo."

   "Mmmhmm!  Go party!  Make us rich."

   "Will do!" He took off before she could stop him any longer.

   ********

   Outdoors by the garage ten minutes earlier...

   "Hey Kyle!" Monica spotted her hunky neighbor when he wasn't in college
sitting on his motorcycle.  "Ready to party my dress off?" She performed a
360 showoff dance.  Whistling at her he puckered with interest then looked
behind him to see Hillary coming through the garage's backside door.  She
paused at joining him after hearing a girl's voice.

   "Dalton and the guys are going to devour you tonight.  I called him a
few minutes ago to let him know you were coming.  He wanted me to take a
pic of you to send him." Kyle pulled out his cell.  "Video instead?" He did
wave Hillary out to meet her but she hesitated to let him do his thing.

   "Yessss!  Do it!" Monica smoothed out her stretchy dress and waited
until he directed her to speak.  Hand gesture sent she started talking. 
"Hi Dalton!  Sorry it took me awhile to get back to you.  I swear I'll make
it up to you tonight.  You can take this dress off of me and make me do
whatever you want me to.  Even your friends." She giggled then turned her
back to Kyle before bending forward to touch her toes.  In doing so her
dress rose up on her ass cheeks and her pussy was vibrantly exposed, butt
pucker a shadow of expectance as well.  A soft finger swiped between her
pussy lips she patted her clit then stood up to lick her finger.  "SEEduce
you there!" A slap to her butt with both hands she ended her video.  Just
in time as Hillary ventured out of the garage.

   "Hi!  God, I love that dress." Hillary flared her eyes with a friendly
greet.

   "Hi.  Who are you?"

   "Monica?  This is April's cousin Hillary.  We both go to Florida State.
She came home to meet Ryan, dad and I.  She's going to North Pole as my
date."

   "April's cousin?  Hey there!" Monica shuffled over to shake her hand,
offering the one that just rubbed her pussy, still wet from her tongue. 
"Oh!  Sorry!" A swift switch of hands they giggled.  "I like your leather
skirt too.  Cropped Seminole shirt?  Nice!  I think I wore that earlier."

   "Yeah!  I gave her mine to butcher in the name of exhibition." Kyle
laughed.  "I'll buy another one, or steal dad's when he's not looking."
Hillary's under boobs were peeking out beneath the maroon shirt.  It looked
rather tacky with leather but with so much skin reveal he wasn't arguing.
Hillary's extra short skirt rode low on her hips, black fishnet stockings
beneath made it stand out.  A slightly chubby butt made Hillary that much
sexier.

   "Awesome!  You're riding to the Pole on your bike?  She's going to
freeze later tonight."

   "We might get a room over there and come back tomorrow when it warms up.
Dad gave me $300 bucks to have fun."

   "I'll be with dad so I can't stay.  He won't leave mom all night long so
I'm kind of stuck.  Anyway, nice to meet you Hillary."

   "I've heard a lot about you." Hillary grinned, "Want to be in a porno
with me?"

   "YOU KNOW IT!  Just say when." She giggled.  "Umm?  Just how much have
you heard?"

   "She knows Ryan, dad, and I pinned you down today." Kyle laughed.  "Hill
here is a cinema major."

   "Oooo!  You should go to Daytona with me and make a porno there.  I'll
have like ten super hot girlfriends with me.  My Coach's girlfriend has a
condo we're all camping at."

   "That sound's incredible.  Can we do that Kyle?"

   "Plan!  I'll see if Dalton and the guys want to join us.  Orgy porn?"

   "FUCK YES!" Monica grew bubbly, grabbing Hillary's hands and making her
dance in step with her.  "Too bad April can't exert herself she would love
getting in on this."

   "Somehow I doubt my Cuz will miss it.  Spring Break is only a month away
and she isn't that far along yet.  As long as she's careful and Ryan is
cool with it, she should be fine."

   "Let it rain!" Kyle chuckled.  "Let's ride Hilly." He handed her a
second helmet he kept in the garage.  Putting it on she snapped the chin
strap and crawled up on to the seat of Kyle's Ninja.  In leaning into him
her ass was peeking from beneath her skirt.  There was no pulling it down
it was so short.

   "Oh!  The headlights are going to love that ass." Monica giggled as her
father Aaron showed up to see Hillary's bottom for himself.  Aaron's dick
was still aching from going without a nut earlier.  Between his daughter's
dress, now Hillary's ass he was gnashing his teeth.  Bike started up and
revving the vibrations shot through Hillary's thighs.  Oh, this night
called for precipitation.  Like Kyle said, "Let it Rain!" Monica felt just
evil enough to step in behind Hillary and jab a finger up her asshole. 
Aaron had to laugh as Hillary squealed in her helmet laughing.  Tonight,
was going to be interesting.

   "See you at the Pole Mister Gift." Kyle dropped his visor and rolled on
down the alley.  Hillary held on for dear life.

   "You ready Punkin?" Aaron asked Monica as they watched Hillary's ass all
the way to the street until Kyle turned left.

   "Yep!  Hillary wants me to be in a porno."

   "Really?  I might just fund that operation." He chuckled as they climbed
into his Cherokee.  Doors closed, belts on Aaron turned to his daughter. 
"By the way!  I invited my secretaries.  We're going to pick them up.  By
secretary that means secret, don't tell your mom.  I hear you've been
running your mouth.  You had to tell her about Lisa and Mike?"

   "Sorry!  Mom and I just had a bonding moment."

   "No shit!  Uncle Gary?  You had to even bring him up?"

   "Beat my ass!  You know I'll love it.  I didn't know you had any new
secretaries.  What happened to Mable?"

   "Too old!  I'm...  thinking younger these days.  Shelly is 22, Beanie
21. Sisters!"

   "Nice!  You go old man."

   "If things go well tonight, that porno idea might just become a
business. DO NOT TELL CHARLOTTE!  Is that clear?"

   "Yes Daddy!  I swear I won't.  Are the sister's cute?" A ping from
Aaron's cell made him pause in backing out of the drive.  Halting he
checked the text and puckered.  "Speak of the Devil's daughters.  It's
Shelly.  I forgot since I hired her I gave her my cell number." Opening the
text he found two pictures accompanied with the message, "READY!" Eying
their photos he nodded.  "Now that's hot pants."

   "Let me see." Monica reached as he pulled his cell aside and frowned. 
He wanted to look at Beanie too.  Shelly was in an incredibly narrow shiny
red zipper pair of vinyl booty shorts, that had a gold heart shaped ring
attached to the front.  That zipper went from front to back.  Skin clean up
to her chest where it was complimented by a short red corset with micro
thin laces holding it to her bulging swell.  This was not helping his dick
at all.

   Beanie was in knee high brown suede boots with a gold pair of booty
shorts just like Shelly's with that zipper feature.  Her top however was
the very same material as her booty shorts.  It had a solid gold feel that
was so thin her areolas were accented, nipples jabbing out.  That same
lacing held the top on like a bra with skin exposed at the center to share
in a large portion of her chest.  In increasing the size of the pic to zero
in on her breasts he could tell her nipples were pierced with barbs. 
"Fucking hell!  I won the Lottery!" He mulled over how perfect the girls
were.  "Okay!  Quick look!" He downsized the pic then handed his cell to
Monica in order to drive.

   "Latinas!  Holy crap daddy!  They're beautiful." Monica was in awe of
her dad's game.  "I want booty shorts like those."

   "I'll get you a pre-paid credit limit set up to buy outfits.  I want you
dressed like that should I need you to convince any new clients in the
future."

   "Are you sure you need me now that you have these two?  They make me
wet."

   "Good!  I don't know how I got this lucky.  I hired Shelly on a whim to
replace Mable based on beauty.  I didn't know until I ran into she and her
sister at the coffee shop when I went out earlier what they were really
like.  We had a long talk and I walked out being a pimp." He laughed.  "Do
me a favor.  Text Shelly back and say I'm on my way." As Monica typed he
had a thought, "Oh!  Ask them what size shoes they wear and if they have
stiletto heels.  If they do you can borrow a pair for tonight until I can
buy you some."

   "Okay!  Writing a novel here." She zipped through the message and sent
it.  A few minutes later Monica received a message.  "YES!  Size 8 just
like me.  They have a pair.  Beanie is running back to the...  storage
unit? Say what?"

   "Long story!  They kind of run a Chaturbate room inside a climate
controlled storage unit.  Well, they did until the site kicked them out for
breaking rules.  They didn't know better.  That's why I plan on building my
own website like Chaturbate so we can overlook that rules bullshit.  I'll
have to look into state regulations and all that but I hope we can figure
it out."

   "I never even thought about doing Chaturbate.  Ooo!"

   "Just wait on that for now until you graduate.  Give me time to figure
it all out then you and the girls can start fresh on Aaron Waves." He
chuckled.  Air on Waves, get it?"

   "You are not calling the site that.  Eww!  It has to be sexier."

   "Any ideas?"

   "Cunts R Us?" She giggled.

   "Not bad." He winked, "Do better Marketing Monica!"

   "I like that.  I want stock in our company."

   "Done!"

   "How about Glory HOlES...  like Glory HOE'S but capitalizing HOE'S in
HOLES?"

   "Good one!  I'll keep that in mind." Crossing town, he turned on to
Zellers and found the gates to Bully's Storage.  Gate open he peered down
through the double row of storage units to see Shelly standing outside a
garage entrance talking to Beanie.  Turning in Aaron drove all of the way
down until Shelly saw them and waved.  Beanie stepping out holding heels
motioned him closer until he drove right up in front of the garage. 
Peering inside it was decorated beautifully and had a Queen size bed set up
with stuffed animals and the like.  Camera equipment stood proud on tripods
pointing from two different angles.  "For no money they sure have nice
cameras."

   "OH MY GOD!  I want a storage pod like this.  Please Daddy?"

   "We'll see!" Shutting off the Cherokee he decided to get out and see
everything, including the Cortez sisters up close.  Monica joined him and
waved at both girls.

   "Hola!" Monica giggled.  "I'm Monica."

   "Hola!  Shelly, my sister Beatriz."

   "Shoes?" Beanie handed them to Monica.  "You are very beautiful Monica
Gift."

   "Not as hot as you two.  OH MY GOD!  I fell in love the second daddy
showed me your text.  I love what you've done to the place." She pointed at
the unit.  "May I go in?"

   "Please!" Beanie led her inside as Aaron pulled Shelly to his hip. 
Watching the girls explore he sighed and rubbed Shelly's arm.

   "Your Uncle want to sell this place?"

   "I do not know.  You would buy this dump?"

   "One man's dump is another man's pleasure.  Treasure even.  You look
sexy as fuck Miss Cortez."

   "Gracias!  I was hoping you would approve.  My shorts zip off easily for
when I give you a lap dance."

   "I've been battling a hard on all day.  We have fifteen minutes.  Why
don't you put on some music and get me off real fast.?"

   "What of your daughter?"

   "She can give Beanie one." He chuckled.  "Take me to that bed." She
giggled and took his hand leading him inside.  Monica was already sitting
on the bed to switch heels when Aaron crawled in and stretched out.  "Scoot
in here Punkin.  These ladies are going to show me just how hot they are.
Right Chicas?"

   "Si!  I will leave my top on, so I do not have to relace it." Shelly
unzipped her booty shorts and removed them to dangle on a camera.  Bare
bottom she firstly put on some music from a stereo along the wall.  Power
ran in through the wall from out behind the unit.  Monica found Beatriz
taking her shoes away and sitting them on the large rug below covering
concrete.  Nudging Monica to lay beside her father the Sister's moved to
the music of N.E.R.D.  the song right to the point.  It was called Lap
dance.  Hip-Hop sexy!

   Unzipping Aaron and dragging his pants to his knees Shelly crawled over
him and began gyrating her warm wet pussy along his mighty erection.  He
was resting back on a pillow arms behind his head to watch her.  She
couldn't be any sexier in her eroticism.  To his left Beanie stretched out
guiding Monica's dress up to her waist then proceeded to use her tongue on
Monica's clit.  Monica was blown away by her talents.  The longer the music
played it moved along to N.E.R.D.'s song Rock Star.  Upbeat and perfect!

   Shelly upright over Aaron reached down and pressed his dick into her
cunt without penetration as she writhed her hips to the beat.  The lyrics
saying, "Almost over now!" repeatedly it made sense.  Aaron nutted on her
belly like a beast.  She smiled at his unexpected detonation.  She knew she
was good but that was pretty amazing.  Licking her fingers of his cum she
rubbed his jizz on her tummy.

   "That was beautiful." He praised her.  She moved to his side so as not
to soil his slacks with cum stains and held her silky raven hair back then
sucked his dick, licking his cream until gone.  Smiling she kissed his
crown and crawled away to put her booty shorts back on.  Aaron laid there
looking over as Beanie ate out Monica to a violent climax.  Once Monica
came Beanie moved higher over her and kissed Monica with creamy lips. 
These girls were insanely perfect for what Aaron had in mind.

   "I'm in love!" Monica kissed Beanie hard.  "Can I keep her daddy?"

   "You bitches want kept?" Aaron stood up and zipped his pants looking at
Shelly first then at Beanie.  "Secretaries by day, porn stars by night?"

   "Take good care of us Poppi!" Beanie licked her lips giggling.

   "Senor Gift?  We have talked, my sister and me.  You may use us as you
please.  Your generosity will be rewarded."

   "Goes both ways.  Wear my cum on that belly all night." He pointed at
his sticky gloss on her golden flesh.  She smiles then nods her
affirmation. "Close this shop and let's get on the road.  You whores have
some clients to make very happy."

   "Oh!  Mister Gift...  "

   "You already sound like a pimp daddy." Monica laughed putting those
heels on.  "Mister Gift sounds classy.  You should invest in a crushed
velvet suit."

   "HaHa!  It does, doesn't it?  Finish what you were saying Shelly."

   "I called our friend Mojo at the club.  He is bouncing tonight.  Our
Cousin the owner is out of town so we will be able to get away with more
than if he were there."

   "Perfect!" He grinned then had a thought.  Pulling Shelly outside he
whispered things that made her smile.  Cell in hand she took a picture of
Monica in a hurry and sent it to Mojo.  He was definitely willing to help.
Aaron pumped his fist in triumph.  The clients were already getting Monica
in the door, now Aaron was arranging things like a Mad Hatter.

   Locked up and buckled in.

   Time to ride!

   ********
7:30 PM...  complete and utter boredom!

   Charlotte Gift was getting tipsy between the Benzodi's and her second
bottle of wine, half empty.  Knowing of her invitation by Brock Quinones to
lounge by the firepit she recalled her insane bravado in walking naked over
her backyard in front of all her nearby neighbors.  Even more, just how
well accepted it turned out to be.  Secrets of her own she refrained from
mentioning that part to Aaron and Monica both.  She wanted to enjoy her
night her way without guilt and Aaron maybe telling her not to.  Of course,
she had made it clear to him that if he could play so could she.

   The thing is she wasn't certain just how far that admission would go. 
Her sex life was solely with Aaron the last 22 years.  Temptation to see
how Brock would be toward her earlier today was a test of her nerves.  It
went far better than she predicted feeling low self-esteem over her added
weight.  Not that she was anywhere near obese just out of shape in places.
Her biggest achievement was avoiding stretch marks 18 years ago in giving
birth to Monica.  Miracles were good back then.

   "Am I crazy to even consider going out there?" She stepped into her
kitchen for a chilled refill from her bottle of Rose.  Peering out through
the porch enclosure she noticed Brock setting up the firepit between his
yard and hers.  Exactly where they had stood talking earlier in the day. 
"He's really doing it.  I thought maybe after his long day meeting April's
family that he might overlook...  me." Not wanting him to see her just yet
she hid next to their porch fridge where they kept extra food that the
indoor fridge was unable to handle due to capacity.  Exploring the other
neighbors in behind the alley way she spotted lights on through Kramer's
garage.  "He and his friends must still be working on Kramer's car.  Oh my
God!  What if I go out there to sit with Brock and they decide to walk over
and...  chat?" Her hormones tingling Charlotte trembled at the possibility.
Exciting sure, terrifying even more.

   Sneaking back into the house while Brock was crouching to start the
firepit flame Charlotte paced her kitchen floor sipping her wine.  Nerves
calming ever so slowly she made her way to the living room and parted the
curtains next to Charlie Wessel's home.  Lights on in his bedroom,
presumably his bedroom, she noticed his blinds lifted for an easily peeping
angle.  Inside she noticed him parading in a towel fresh from a shower. 
For some reason she just couldn't find shame in spying on him.  He was
standing right there plain as day as if almost wanting to be seen.

   "Surely not!  The angle of our homes I would have to be really nosey
to...  do what I'm doing now." She giggled.  "Charlie may be in his 50's
but he's rather charming in an out of shape kind of way.  I guess I can't
say much because I know how sloppy I've let my body get over the years.  He
was staring at me pretty hard this morning.  I also noticed he had a
healthy woodpecker for his birdhouse." The man's hobby was building
birdhouses to take to swap meets.  She snickered covering her mouth with
her palm.

   "Hmm?  Do you have a hot date Mister Wessel?  Slapping on after shave."
Pausing she witnessed him drop his towel to get dressed.  Turning briefly
to face the window but not even anticipating being observed she caught
glimpse of his somewhat hefty penis, even limp it was a good six inches. 
"Goodness!  When erect that must mean...  noooo!" Possibly nine inches? 
She had to walk away her pussy was getting warm.

   "Some woman will be very lucky tonight.  Good luck on your date Charlie.
You deserve it." Charlotte simply could not comprehend that he might be
getting dressed to pay a visit outside.  All these years knowing Charles
and his late wife Sidney he had never once looked at her out of line, until
today, but Charlotte was flaunting it.  Who wouldn't look at least.  If it
were a naked man in front of...  "Oh my Lord!  Is Charlie getting ready
to...  sit by the fire?" Now she was catching on.  "Did Brock...  invite
them over to...  boost my confidence?"

   Walking about in a minor panic she stood directly under her ceiling fan
and fluttered her fingers at her intense body temperature.  "It is so warm
tonight.  I thought it might cool down but...  it's probably just me. 
Florida heat I swear!" Totally her!  The temp was only 70 degrees outside
with a gentle breeze.  Brock was even shirtless, wearing only cargo shorts
and a ballcap turned backwards.  That alone was not helping Charlotte's
nerves.  "I saw him without a shirt earlier when he gave me his to put on
in a hurry because of Kyle showing up.  Brock is certainly...  built. 
Being a laborer building houses all day he has such a glorious tan,
muscles...  I have to at least make an appearance.  He's going to such an
effort.  What do I wear though?  I don't think it wise I try going out
naked again, especially in the dark and Aaron away from home.  I really
shouldn't even give that man the time of day now that I know he's had sex
with my daughter, and...  recorded video through her bedroom window." One
for the ages!  "Possibly...  Aaron and I.  Last year Aaron and I were so...
sexually active compared to this year.  There were many chances when we had
candles going that Brock could have watched us." Wetter by the second!

   "If Brock did record us...  he must have liked seeing me as much as he
did in person.  I just know he wanted to reach up and squeeze my breasts
when Aaron held me out the window.  Wait!  Has Aaron and Brock... 
talked... about me?  I have to know." Shuffling to her bedroom Charlotte
stripped out of her lounging clothes and looked at her now closed curtains.
As if inspiration she went to them and drew them open so that if Brock was
back indoors he could see her.  "I know Kyle went out on his bike earlier.
I spotted Ryan and April leaving and he was wearing his pizza delivery hat
and shirt, so I presume she's riding along with him.  That does leave Brock
all by himself...  like me.  Like Charlie!  Like Kramer and his friends
Elvis and Owen.  Oh my God!  What if I go outside and they try seducing
me?" Staring at her body in a closet mirror she nibbled her lower lip. 
"This could be fun.  I should at least prove to them I'm not scared, even
though I am.  No nudity but I can dress...  less."

   Exploring her wardrobe she found an off the shoulder tan top she had
worn only once ever four years ago.  It was a light sweater style but
shouldn't be too hot on her considering the shoulders were bare.  "This
would mean no bra or it would look tacky.  That's why I never wear it. 
Honestly, I don't even know why I bought this thing it's so not...  " She
tried it on real fast and it still fit perfectly.  Shivering at the swell
of her 38C's popping up from the top of the V-neck style blouse she dared
to slip it lower just to tease herself if nothing else.

   "Goodness!  I actually think I look good in this.  It won't fall too low
on me unless tugged down, so I should be fine.  I want comfy so I'll skip
any bra.  I mean they did see me naked so how could they think badly of me.
" Eying her lower body from the waist down being nude she caressed her
pubic mound.  "I'm pretty thick, should I trim it?  What am I saying?  It's
not like I'm going to have sex with anyone.  I...  need to at least make it
look neat."

   A fast rip to the bathroom she brought out some electric trimmers and
thinned out the bushy feel until it was just beyond the term peach fuzz. 
Not too thin, not too thick!  "Should I shape it?  Triangle?  Rectangle? 
Definitely not completely off." She went with a finger length rectangle and
smiled at her achievement.  "I wonder if Aaron will even notice I did this?
Not that it should matter.  Monica has a tiny button of hair above her
vagina and that's all.  Why bother with that at all?" She sulked over it
and shaved the rectangle down a tad more then told herself to stop playing
copycat.  "I need to be me darn it, not my daughter."

   Cleaning up good she sprayed perfume all over her before returning to
her closet for something to put on her lower half.  "No jeans.  Shorts or a
skirt.  I don't own any mini skirts so I...  wait...  I have a slit skirt
somewhere here, it goes up pretty high." The search continued until she
found the black skirt.  "It doesn't really go with the shirt though.  I
love this shirt on me...  what do I do?" A bit more sifting she discovered
a white skirt she had only worn twice, it too had a slit from the knees
upward but only by three inches.  The black went much higher.

   "Scissors?" She giggled feeling like a school girl suddenly.  Going to
her sewing kid she did indeed snip that skirt slit up to five inches. 
Trying it on she felt devilish and carefully snipped another two inches. 
At seven she stopped and sat down on her bed to cross her leg in front of
the mirror to see how much the slit would reveal.  Bare leg clear up to mid
hip she stared at herself.  "I can see my butt cheek if a tilt left.  Good
enough!  Not too much, just enough tease.  Maybe I should ask Aaron for an
allowance to buy more revealing...  STOP IT!  Lord what is coming over me?"
Time running away from her she primped at her long brown hair for fullness
and put on a thin heart chain necklace.  Tempted to remove her wedding ring
she grew emotional.  "They know very well I'm married.  I will not remove
it and dishonor...  would he?" It was left on even though in her soul she
knew he might not feel the same.

   Going barefoot she went to her kitchen for her third bottle of wine and
teetered slightly.  Her Benzodi's and wine were really making her far too
relaxed.  "I really hope I don't pass out on Brock and...  whoever shows
up." Glass and bottle in hand she opened the screen door to see Brock
sitting alone by the firepit, only two lawn chairs.  70's music playing the
Eagles at the moment coming from his garage.  Peaceful Easy Feeling was the
current song.  Perfect!

   "I'm here!" She snuck up on him as he nurtured a bottle of beer. 
Caressing his left shoulder she purposefully circled him and the pit to sit
across from him, crossing her leg as she had on her bed.  She sat her
bottle to her left knowing well he could see what she saw in the mirror. 
The flames in the metal firepit were enough to accent her perfectly.

   "Glad you made it.  You look...  cozy."

   "I'm trying to be.  Coming out of my 22 year shell is not easy.  Today
was...  I hope I didn't embarrass you Brock." She knew she hadn't but it
felt right to say.

   "Not as much as you probably felt when you noticed all our neighbors
checking you out.  For the record here...  I'm not trying to get you into
bed.  I'm just relaxing with a beautiful woman."

   "Aww!  Sweet talker." She blushed.  "I wasn't certain what to wear. 
There was no topping my nudity earlier.  Honestly, I don't even know why
I...  that's not true.  With everything going on at home, Monica and
Aaron...  you know...  which by the way I know of you and Monica." That
made him cringe, "I'm past that knowledge.  My daughter is beyond my
control.  I do have my concerns over you...  recording her."

   "She told you that too, eh?"

   "We had a very enlightening conversation." He prayed Monica didn't
mention the fact he let her talk him into taking her to a country bar to
get gangbanged.  He was still regretting that, just not as much as he
should be.  "No worries.  You know of Aaron and Monica's incest so even if
I were a threat you could just as easily retaliate against us.  I don't
want to be your enemy Brock, just the opposite.  I really don't have many
close friends here.  None actually that I care to associate with for any
book club or bridge night." She giggled.  "I've simply devoted my whole
life to my family and look where it's gotten me.  I really don't know what
the future holds anymore.  I feel...  so very alone."

   "It gets better." He rests his beer bottle in his lap alluding her to
notice he had an erection already, one that competed with the length of the
bottle.  Close, not quite!  Still, stimulating to the imagination.  Wine
concealed her interest, barely!  Her eyes were sparkling in the fire's
glow. Charlotte Gift really was a beauty she just could not see it in
herself like men could.  To a degree she resembled Minka Kelly but with a
bit of weight to challenge that bit of pure sexiness.  Minka as a frumpy
mother type was the best way to describe Charlotte.  "Take things a day at
a time.  About me and Monica...  it just happened.  The more she started
hanging out over here with Ryan...  I wish I could say I'm sorry...  but I
don't want to lie to you."

   "Thank you for respecting me at least that much.  You do know just three
months ago she was underage.  That would have looked badly on you Brock."

   "Happened a month after her birthday."

   "The sex.  What of the video?"

   "Ouch!  I'll destroy it.  You have my word.  Stupid on my part.  She...
wanted me to see her though.  She even waved at me that day while...  you
know."

   "My daughter is incorrigible.  Do with that video what you will.  I
won't ask about it again.  I will ask this however...  Monica brought up a
good point.  Have you recorded Aaron and I...  having sex?"

   "Three times." He chuckled.  "I beat off to you lovers at least once a
month."

   "You do not!" She laughed.  "Really?"

   "Videos up in my bedroom if you want to see for yourself."

   "I'll take your word for it.  I just don't understand why.  I'm
nothing...  " He stops her pointing with a stern glare.

   "GORGEOUS!  Stop putting yourself down Char.  I mean it...  don't make
me paddle your ass."

   "You wouldn't dare." She giggled.

   "The night's young!  Don't underestimate me Hotstuf!"

   "Mmmhmm!  I believe you." She was tempted to let him.  "Yes...  the
night is young.  Oh, my I love this song." The Eagles, One of These Nights.
She swayed in her lawn chair and sang to him.  The lyrics mentioning demons
and desires...  Brock stood up and set his beer on his chair.  Moving
around the pit he extended his hand.

   "Dance?"

   "Yes." She hopped up, drained her glass of wine and set it by her bottle
on the ground.  Upright she found him sweeping her into his arms before she
was ready.  Twirling her in step he hugged her from behind and they danced
to the tune absorbing every word.

   One of these crazy, crazy, crazy nights!  Smiles to the very end, next
song beginning.

   Take it to the Limit!

   It might just cum to that.



   MONICA 61: GOOD CHARLOTTE

   Monica's mom still has it, and boy is she going to get it.

   Song number four and still dancing.  Charlotte Gift was feeling a whole
lot better emotionally after a long day of unexpected revelations.  The
Eagles were simply perfect to ease her pain, her next-door neighbor Brock
helping her to get past the bad times.  She relished every moment of his
evening swagger.  For a man who just ten minutes ago told her he wasn't
trying to get her into bed he sure had a ferocious hard on jabbing her in
the ass as they swayed to Victim of Love.  The words of Don Henley were
cutting through her soul like a knife.  Brock's dull blade in her backside
was only making her feel more wanted than ever.  Wine and Benzodi's in her
system her hormones were going insane.  She might just need to make the
first move herself.  Worth a shot!

   Turning in Brock's embrace she faced him chest to chest and threw her
arms around his neck.  Sad Cafe beginning she stared into his eyes and
simply danced.  Eyes that cherished his attention.  He simply stared back
without expression.  His hands on her spine gradually creep lower to her
ass.  She was not saying stop.  Not even when his fingers toyed with her
skirts zipper.  She knew he wanted to pull it down and seek what lie
beneath.  Her intoxicated state was anxious to see if he would without her
doing it for him.  Subtle nibbles at her lower lip were shared as if a
nudge in the right direction, which meant down.  "Just do it Brock.  I'm
ready to test my limits." Thoughts not spoken it was her hope he might read
her mind.

   "CDs about done.  What other music do you like?"

   "Silence!" She whispered, "The kind where you can hear a zipper drop."
She hoped he heard her, but it was barely a mumble.  Wincing at her he must
have because his fingertips pinched the head of the zipper and began
drawing it downward ever so slowly.  Each click she bit her lip harder as
if in anticipation that her skirt might begin sliding down.  Fully unzipped
there was a lot of play in the material.

   "Should I stop?" He knew she was aware of what his intentions were.  A
negative nod he went for it.  All the way down the white skirt slipped a
tad as predicted.  Only his hands moving beneath it pulled it taunt enough
to keep it on her hips, squeezing her bare ass, she melted as embedded
fingertips captured her imagination enough to lay her head on his chest. 
Even with no music they danced.  It felt wonderful to be touched.  "Doing
okay Char?"

   "Take it off of me." She whispered.  "Take everything off of me."
Eyebrows rising at her offer he removed his hands from beneath her skirt
and lightly tugged at the sides and let it slip down her legs into a
wrinkled mass as if an upside-down halo on the ground.  She kicked it away
and they resumed dancing a bit longer.  Looking up at him over his shoulder
she noticed Kramer, Elvis, and Owen standing outside drinking and watching
as they had earlier.  Brock's lead circled them in step until she couldn't
see the trio any longer.

   "Looks like the boys are back.  Are you handling the eyes, okay?"

   "I did fine earlier, I can manage.  I...  know I turned them on, they
all had this." She reached one hand between them and rubbed his tented
erection.  Giggling she apologized only to have him growl at her like a
bear.  "Now I ask you, are you telling me to stop?"

   "Not the touching part.  Just the apologetic part.  When are you going
to get it into your head you have nothing to be sorry over?  Enjoy the
moment.  Ready for the shirt to go?"

   "Whenever you're ready to reveal me to the world." She smiled, "I can do
this." Hands rising from her cheeks up under her blouse he guided it
higher, forcing her to raise her arms just enough to guide it along her
biceps then over her head.  Tossed into her chair he never missed a beat in
dancing.  Charlotte Gift was naked once again.  A glance toward Charlie's,
she saw him standing in his doorway drinking a beer of his own.  "Charlie
is outside too.  Did you tell them I might join you tonight?"

   "I did!" He chuckled.

   "I knew it." She winced at him with a smirk.  "What did they say about
me earlier?"

   "That you beat Monica any day."

   "Oh, come on!  My daughter is a model and barely legal.  She is every
man's fantasy.  You should know."

   "I won't lie, I fantasize about Monica sure, but I do you too.  In a lot
of ways, I prefer you and I'm not just saying that because you're naked in
my arms.  Age speaks volume, you're gorgeous at 38."

   "Nice try!  I'm 40."

   "Even better.  You look like 30."

   "I thought you weren't trying to have sex with me."

   "Failing miserably." He chuckled.  "Only if you want that.  I will not
push you into anything.  I will say this though.  All four of our voyeurs
did say they'd give their left nut to make love to you."

   "No, they did not." Awestruck expression she winced with curiosity,
"You're making that up."

   "Am I?" He twirled her to face the trio.  "HEY FELLAS?  She doesn't
believe you guys want to make love to her." That was all it took, all three
of them began to cross the alley to join them.  She was trembling like a
leaf in Brock's arms.  "Be gentle, I don't want her to pee on my toes.  Bad
enough she steps on them."

   "I have not stepped on your toes once Brock Quinones.  Don't you dare
believe him." She found Elvis in the lead, taking her hand and kissing her
knuckles.  Before Brock even let her hand go Owen claimed her other hand
and kissed that set of knuckles.  Cooing at their gentle expression of
admiration her nipples increased to full formation, all for Kramer in the
middle to enjoy.  Kramer the make and model guy always did appreciate a new
set of headlights.  High beam the best.

   "Delighted Madame!  You look lovely this evening." Elvis smiled.

   "Thank you."

   "I concur!" Owen added, "A vision in the moonlight." Kramer rubbed his
chin but lost his nerve.  This was his neighbor's wife.  It felt wrong even
if he had taken a little blue pill just in case.  Seeing his reluctance
Charlotte peeled from Brock behind her holding her hips and moved between
Elvis and Owen, their fingers still holding hers as if an elegant escort
toward Kramer.  She felt like Marilyn Monroe.

   "Hello Kramer.  I seem to be out of knuckles."

   "Kiss her toes." Elvis chuckled.

   "I was thinking some place less strenuous on his back."

   "Kiss her ass." Owen added.

   "You boys be quiet.  That still requires back strain." She giggled and
withdrew her hands from their possession and eased cautiously up to Kramer.
"It's alright!  My husband knows what I do.  He will not say anything if
you kiss me."

   "What about anything else?" He looked down at her 38C's with a hiss.

   "We shall see.  For now...  " She eased into his embrace and palmed his
face, kissing him on the lips.  Kramer's hands moved to her ass and patted
her cheeks in a nervous manner.  The kiss lingered a lot longer than any of
them had envisioned, Charlotte doing it intentionally to help relax Kramer
as much as herself.  Three minutes of a passionate lip lock she rubbed her
nose on his then broke free of his clutches with a whispered, "I need
wine!" Kramer needed a case of beer.

   Wiggling back to her glass and bottle she filled it halfway then sat the
corked bottle back down.  Turning to face the men she delighted at seeing
so many tented jeans and shorts.  "I feel like a kid in a handy store."

   "Handy?" Brock chuckled.

   "Did I say handy?  I meant candy." She blushed.  "Go grab some lawn
chairs and join us." She then pivoted to wave at Charlie.  "Come sit with
us Charlie." She didn't have to ask him twice.  He grabbed a case of beer
from his garage fridge and brought it over as a piece offering.  Peace
even!

   Less than ten minutes later they had big coolers to sit on rather than a
chair.  Good conversation as Charlotte sat nude and feeling free, the night
progressed nicely.  What began as simple talk obviously led to asking
questions and pampering.  New music rounded up by Brock left her to the
wolves while he was in the garage.  Owen and Elvis left their seats and sat
on the ground in front of Charlotte, plucking up her feet and offering a
delicious pair of sole mate massages.  She cooed at their strength sliding
into a slouch at how wonderful it was.  Aaron hadn't done this for her in
five years.  Making up for lost time she literally begged for longer as if
a young girl whining.

   From a mixed CD Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb fit her relaxation once
Charlie was coaxed into giving her a neck massage.  Forced to sit up
straight for him she found her foot lovers going a little more intimate. 
Toes sucked on Charlote squealed like a youngster giggling at being
ticklish.  From neck to shoulders Charlie tenderized her into a softly
moaning siren.  Kramer sat back still contemplating right from wrong, even
though he enjoyed her lips more than he should have.  The elder of his
friends Kramer was just set in his ways.

   Brock returning to see her nontraditional threesome chuckled, "Maybe I
should have played some Three Dog Night.  Look at you hound dogs."

   "She looked like she needed our help to relax." Elvis grinned, his free
hand rubbing her leg up to her knee.  "How are we doing Harlot Charlotte?"
Kramer heard Car Lot!

   "Don't stop!  It's been years since I've had a foot rub, let alone had
my toes sucked."

   "Don't ole' Aaron take care of you Char?" Owen paused his toe licking to
ask.

   "Rarely!  I can't even remember the last time my toes were in his mouth.
I bet it's been fifteen years."

   "I just realized something Charlotte." Brock moved around behind her,
her head tilting back to watch him edge Charlie aside slightly, "She's all
yours in a minute Charlie." Brock unclasped her heart necklace and removed
it from her neckline.  Swaying it like a pendulum in front of her eyes he
acted like a hypnotist, "You are getting horny.  Very, very, very horny."
She giggled at his goofiness and kept the truth to herself.  "You told me
earlier to take everything off of you, I missed a couple things." Laying
her necklace on her shirt he then plucked up her left hand and sucked on
her ring finger.  Moving his lips down over her wedding bands he clenched
his teeth around her rings and slowly drew them off of her finger.

   "Oh my God!  You really did take everything from me." She giggled.

   "Liberated now?" Owen winked up at her.

   "I feel naked without...  wait...  I'm already naked, aren't I?" She had
a rash of uncontrollable giggles as Brock stepped to her side and refilled
her wine glass.  Three entire bottles were almost drained, and she was
feeling beyond good.  "You boys are taking advantage of me."

   "Got a problem with that?" Elvis chuckled.

   "I haven't quite decided." She giggled then teased her nipples with her
free hand.  "I'm leaning toward no."

   "Lean a lil' further." He added.

   "What do you boys propose?" She winced with weary but very curious eyes,
her muscle relaxers doing their job overly well.

   "I have an idea." Brock looked over at Charlotte's metal bound hammock,
the one that Elvis and Owen carried Monica down the alley in and sat her in
the middle of the street to masturbate on.  Brock hadn't heard that story,
so he thought he was being original.  Dragging the hammock closer to the
fire he broke up the pamper party long enough to drag Charlotte up from her
lawn chair and escort her to the hammock.  "Stretch out Char.  Let the real
massage begin."

   "I need oil." She pouted but laid down on her tummy.  The boys were
loving that gently jiggly bottom.  Brock ran into his house and found some
and hurried back.  Dousing her from shoulders to toes the boys including
Kramer this time surrounded her and went to work.  All four limbs at once
were worked over while Brock rubbed her back.  "Mmm!  We should do this
every night." She laughed.

   "I can speak for all of us." Charlie broke his shyness, "We're here for
you."

   "Aww!  I knew I could count on you boys." She sighed as Brock massaged
oil into her ass.  Elvis and Owen still maintaining her legs gently pried
them wider until her toes were hanging over the sides of the hammock. 
Brock grinning at them moved in between her thighs and began rubbing her
pussy just to see her reaction.  Hips rising without complaint they knew
she was ready to proceed.  Fingers wiggling for the voyeurs Brock slipped
in two fingers, her vulva soaked and misty.  A slow insertion she gasped
and whimpered both.  "Oh!"

   "Not backing out Charlotte." Brock told her.  She remained speechless
and let him finger her.  Faster and faster until she began praising his
technique.

   "Yes Brock!  Yes!" She fueled his behavior as the others massaged the
rest of her trying to keep her mind in all directions.  "Deeper please."
Puckering amongst neighbors Brock dared to add a third finger and coaxed
her hips higher for a better penetration.  One forearm under her tummy
Brock located her clit and massaged it vigorously as a counter measure to
his rocketing fingers.

   She was crying out at his destruction of her senses.  Only Kramer looked
around for prying eyes.  Queen's song Don't Stop Me Now was fitting, just
like a fourth finger.  Lyrics blaring HAVING A GOOD TIME!  HAVING A GOOD
TIME!  she quickly came on his fingers in a maddening climax.  "DON'T STOP
ME NOW!  DON'T STOP ME NOW!" Mister Mercury blared.  Brock kept hitting her
cunt until she gushed again.  Charlotte Gift was laughing uncontrollably at
her loosening up.

   "Roll over Char." Brock removed his fingers.  With an assist by Charlie
and Kramer she did just that.  Oil dribbled over her full frontal the boys
enjoyed her breasts immensely.  Elvis had different ideas.  He took off his
shirt and tossed it before crawling between her legs and burying his face
in her sloppy snatch.

   "Oh my God!" She arched her back at his tongue wiggling about inside
her. "Yesyesyesyesyes!" She rambled without breaking verse.  Five lengthy
minutes they heard nothing but, until she squirted all over Elvis.  "More!
More!" She begged.  Owen tapping in gave her a less weary tongue and a pair
of helpful fingers.  Charlie couldn't take watching anymore and leaned over
her to suck her left nipple.  Cooing at his finally taking initiative the
song Sweet Emotion from Aerosmith cranked up.  She was definitely feeling
her own sweet emotions at he and Owen's efforts.  Reaching for Kramer she
lured him down to enjoy her other areola, both men feasting with a hunger
she had long wanted from Aaron, but barely ever received.  No more of being
denied.  Drunk or not Charlotte made that promise to herself.

   Lost to their intentions they hadn't heard Brock's youngest son Ryan
come down the alley in his car.  His girlfriend April getting out walked by
them as Ryan drove on to continue delivering pizza.  She was tired of
sitting in the car playing video games on her cell.  With Ryan gone she
crept by the activity and realized it was Charlotte being devoured.  Eyes
flaring, she waved at Brock who broke away to go speak with the girl.

   "Someone looks happy." She smirked at Brock.  "I'll just go inside and
watch TV.  Don't mind me." Brock stared at her then walked her to the back
door.  He recalled the night when he himself was so drunk he nearly seduced
April, she starting to give him a blowjob.  The little slut was just too
beautiful, even now.  Glowing at being pregnant only added to her allure.
Not that far along mind you.

   "Go to my room." He mumbled.

   "What?" Her eyes flared.

   "Go to my room and take your clothes off.  I'll be there in fifteen
minutes." She trembled at his direction and went inside.  On her way
upstairs she nibbled her lip until standing at Ryan's bedroom door. 
Pouting she took off her clothing and left them in his room but walked
straight to Brock's.  Slipping into his bed she began rubbing her clit. 
Yeah, there was no honor in this girl.  April Riley was a nympho and
without Ryan here to control her she was prepared to fuck his dad.  No more
lies!  Riiiight!  She even lit a candle for ambience.

   Outdoors Brock hovered over Charlotte to see her reaction to being
feasted so heavily on.  Glaring up at him she mouthed, "Thank you." Nodding
he kissed her on the cheek and told her to have fun.  Maybe he didn't want
to have sex with her after all.  Of course, he did!  He just let his own
intoxication lead him astray.

   Brock was evolving in his own way, becoming more in tune with his
personal desires.  Having April around after just that one night where she
was willing, but he stopped, he struggled to wonder why.  Young sweet pussy
at his age was too tempting.  Not that he didn't like Charlotte at her age,
or his preparing to fuck April's mother Carol, and Aunt Greta tomorrow.  He
was at a point where he wanted it all.  Even Greta's daughter Hillary, if
the opportunity arose.  He knew Kyle wouldn't care if he hit on Hillary,
but this with April...  who was carrying his first ever grandbaby, Brock
should really know better.  So should April!  Ryan?  Iffy!  He had let
April fuck others before, but his dad?  Not so much!  Brock just had to
sample it.  Heading inside he left the back-alley boys to Charlotte.

   With Owen finishing his tour of duty in eating Charlotte he backed away
and stood with Elvis drinking their beers.  Charlie and Kramer rising from
their own hunger games left Charlotte alone for the first time in thirty
minutes.  Watching them all standing right over her she found herself
masturbating and exploring their eyes.  She couldn't help herself.  Their
attentive silence only made her whimper with the hopefulness someone might
come back to her.  Pleading with panting nostrils she knuckled her cunt
until she brought herself to a worthy finale.  A squirt so maddening her
body convulsed harder than she had felt in years.  They simply lay one hand
each on her person until her sanity returned.

   "That was a beautiful show, Charlotte." Charlie told her.  "I think I'm
going to call it a night." He kissed her cheek then left for home.  "Drop
over for coffee sometime." She pouted pathetically at his abandonment but
let him go.  Peering up at the others they helped her sit up in her
puddles. Crawling out of the hammock she nearly lost her balance,
collapsing into Kramer's arms.

   "Please don't go home yet." She pouted.

   "How about if we take you home with us?" Elvis winked.

   "Okay!" She held Kramer's hand, "Take me with you Kramer."

   Puckering he simply couldn't resist.  Hand in hand he led her across the
alley and into his opened garage.  Elvis and Owen right behind them
watching her ass bob from side to side.  Once inside the garage Charlotte
claimed her hand from Kramer's but caressed his cheek.  That caress
extended its welcome to his classic car as she slowly walked around it to
the hood.  Looking up at his tool station she spotted a calendar with a
naked young girl holding a wrench in her hand while bent over an engine
well.  With his hood up on the car she smiled and recreated the model's
stance.  Legs wide on the floor she lurched forward and stuck her ass out.
"Tune me up Kramer." Elvis and Owen bulged their eyes at their buddy then
concluded that Kramer would chicken out if they stuck around.  Patting him
on the shoulder the two friends headed back to the fire.  Owen triggered
the garage door on the way-out closing shop.

   Kramer grinned at their respect then moved behind Charlotte.  "You sure
about this Char?"

   "Yes!  I want you to fuck me against this beautiful car."

   "One beautiful body against another?"

   "Yours and mine.  A threesome I think." She giggled.  "You will be the
third man ever to have sex with me.  Please don't think badly.  I truly do
want this."

   "Well okay then.  Been a few years for me so I'll try and keep it up."

   "I know you can do it." She turned to help him take his pants off,
kissing him as she unzipped and dropped his slacks.  Boxers lowered she
kissed his chest until they landed at his shoes.  No need to get naked he
just shuffled closer and whipped her back to him.  His little blue pill
working wonderfully, he took Charlotte from behind.  The initial
penetration took him a minute but once he was dead on target, he set things
in motion.  She stared at the engine the entire time seeing their
reflection in the chrome.  "You're doing great Kramer.  It feels amazing.
Am I purring like a kitten?"

   "Music to my gears." He chuckled; "Gotta level with you Char, I've
wished I could do this since Monica was probably five years old.  I still
recall you laying out in your Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot
bikini while she splashed around in her kiddy pool."

   "That far back.  I looked really good in that skimpy bikini.  God, I
feel so old."

   "That makes two of us.  I will say this, you look just as hot now as you
did back then." He eases back to look at her ass.  "You just added some
bumper guards." A slap to her bottom she yelped.  "Oh, I liked that.  Give
me a few more yelps like that." Another couple slaps she repeated her
chorus and began grinding against him.  "Fuck your pussy feels good."

   "So does your cock.  Don't stop Kramer.  Cum inside me.  It's not like I
can have kids anymore."

   "Me neither!  I got neutered." He laughed.  "You ever need more of this
you just wiggle on over.  I'll slap a fresh coat of turtle wax on ya.  A
few humper stickers even."

   "I plan to." She giggled at his mechanic's humor.  "Now that I know
someone enjoys me for me." She felt playful and leaned further into the
engine area and began pointing out things.  Each question she had he told
her and strangely found himself hitting her cunt harder.  It was like
combining passions.  The more she asked the harder he got.  She realized it
herself smiling and keeping his expertise flowing.  By the time he got to
the radiator cap he nutted so hard she screamed.  Growling he drug her
upright to him and held her as he fired slow shots into her.  She thrived
and twitched at every fire on all cylinders.  "That was perfect Kramer. 
Thank you."

   "Anytime!  Mi Bodyshop su Bodyshop!  I'm wore out now.  You go play with
Elvis and Owen.  I'm going to go lay down and calm my blood pressure."

   "Stay alive I want more of that." She peeled her body from his then
kissed him tenderly.  "Maybe I'll let you take a picture of me as your new
pin up girl."

   "Hold that thought." His cell was on the workstation.  Holding it up she
posed for him as playfully as she could as he took five pics.  Showing them
to her she felt more alive than ever.  "I like this one." The one with his
milky load leaking from her twat.  She hadn't noticed but would not have
cared.

   "Enjoy me." She patted his cheek with one final kiss then left his shop.
With Owen and Elvis watching the fire she managed to come up behind them
without them seeing her.  Breasts smothering Owen's neckline she giggled,
"I'm back."

   "Yes, you are." Elvis took her hand and brought her around in front of
them.  To their surprise she knelt down in the grass and rubbed both of
their crotches at once.

   "I've never given two hand jobs at once.  May I practice?"

   "Anything to further your education young lady." Both men were 50.  Ten
years older than her.  With a little help the gents whipped their dicks
out. Baby oil bottle close she oiled her hands as lube then went to town on
them.  Charlotte the Harlot was becoming insatiable.  There was a GOoD GOD!

   ********

   Upstairs in Brock's bedroom fifteen minutes ago...

   At his door Brock found April sprawled out fingering herself.  "Now
that's how you should be." A stern point at her he added, "This does not
get back to Ryan.  Is that understood?"

   "I don't want to lie to him anymore.  We can just tell him together."

   ""Fuck it!  Go back to his room.  I don't want him to hate me."

   "You don't want me?" She pouted.  "I want you."

   "I do but goddammit April...  my boy...  " He couldn't watch her any
further.  Stepping in he shut his door and stripped his cargo shorts off.
Crawling in over April he removed her fingers then tasted them.  She cooed
at his suckling her juices.  A massive cock slipping up inside her she
brought her legs up to anchor him inside.  "We're both going to regret
this."

   "Fuck me Mister Quinones.  We have four hours before Ryan gets off
work."

   "I'm good for three of those." He hit that sexy cunt hard.  She screamed
nonstop for an hour straight, six orgasms, three hardcore nuts and a whole
lot of eating her and she deepthroating his beast.  At the end of three
hours straight he held her in his arms.  "Damn April!  I hope I have enough
energy for your mom and aunt tomorrow."

   "What?" She glared up at him in awe.  "My mom?"

   "Yep!  Gonna tell your dad?"

   "No." She laughed.  "I'm just shocked.  I'm good if you do.  My mom and
aunt Greta both need laid."

   "Set me up with Hillary too.  Might take you and her both on after Kyle
heads back to school and Ryan's at work."

   "She will if I ask her to."

   "As long as she can keep a secret.  Make it happen." He found his third
wind and rolled her over.  Anal time!  She would lie yet again to protect
her relationship.  Daddy here was just too good in bed.  While the cat's
away, the other cats would play.  Stupid cunt!  Stupid Brock!

   ********

   Three hours ago, during Brock and April's treachery...

   Charlotte found her calling.  Her hand motions perfect, she made Elvis
and Owen shoot their loads all over her tits.  Maybe she was more like her
daughter than she thought.  Shirts whipped off both men charged her and
took her to the grass.  Both side by side with her sandwiched between them
she found their hands relocating to her pussy.  One hand each they dug
fingers inside her, five total, Elvis one up on Owen.  They ravaged her
cunt for a remarkable three minutes of devastation, Charlotte squirting
nonstop.  Screaming into the night she just couldn't quit on them.  Once
they stopped, she rolled over on top of Owen and rode his cock like a woman
obsessed.  Mainly because she was!  Elvis stretched out watching her
feverish ride wondered if he had enough of his older days still in him. 
Rising to the challenge he moved in behind her and pressed her down on top
of Owen.

   "WAIT!" She yelped.  Nope!  Elvis shoved his cock in her virgin ass.  At
40 Charlotte had never once had anal.  It hurt like hell, but Owen palmed
her mouth to contain her cries.  Within eight minutes of endurance
Charlotte discovered a fondness for it.  Holding her firmly between them
they tore her up for an hour straight before both men exhausted themselves.
She was climaxing time after time, helpless to their takeover.  No
complaints!  Once Elvis backed out, she rolled away from Owen then sat up
next to them.  "So much for that." She laughed.  "I was going to say I'd
never had it up the backside.  Now I have!  I should be mad but...  we need
to do that again sometime."

   "Didn't know if I still had it in me." Elvis sighed.  "I bet it's been
twenty years since I've DP'd a gal."

   "I'm glad you did.  What time is it?"

   "1:30." Owen looked at his watch.  "Time flies!  Aaron should be home
soon, right?"

   "He said by morning.  I'm sure he's having his own fun.  It's early
yet." She looks toward Brock's home to see candlelight flickering in his
bedroom window.  Another glance toward Charlie's home she saw a light turn
on in his kitchen.  Charlie living alone meant he was awake.  "Go get some
rest." She rubbed their chest hair playfully then stood up and walked
toward Charlie's home.  A gate in back she entered easily and knocked on
his back door.  Owen and Elvis sat watching as Charlie opened his door and
let her in.  Door closed the light went out in the kitchen.

   "Did we just create a monster?"

   "Damn!  I think she's channeling her inner Monica."

   "I hope so.  I want me some more of that bouncy booty."

   "I feel like the second Brock removed her wedding ring she was set
loose."

   "Where did Brock go anyway?" Elvis looked up.  "I haven't seen him since
Ryan's girl got dropped off." Candles glow up in Brock's bedroom the
buddies looked back then at one another.  "You don't think...?"

   "None of our business!"

   "This neighborhood is going to hell."

   Possibly!

   ********

   "Ohh Charlie."

   Taken straight to his bedroom Charlie Wessel was fucking Charlotte in
his Queen sighs bed.  Not even the fact that his late wife Sidney used to
lie here just like this beneath him mattered anymore.  She would have
wanted him to move on.  Well, he was moving along at a hefty pace.  After
spying on the guys fucking her in the yard Charlie just couldn't resist her
when she surprised him with a visit.  He was all up on making love to
Charlotte.  Having turned down Monica multiple times he just felt more
comfortable with someone closer to his own age.  Still, Charlotte was 21
years younger than him.  A baby still.  His baby at the moment.

   He suddenly didn't care about Aaron Gift, leaving a Hicky on her neck on
purpose.  She allowed it as his sweltering passions stormed her every
nerve. Now that Charlotte had a taste of the madness that her husband and
daughter had induced upon her there was no turning back.  Cumming once
inside her Charlie was breathing heavily.  Pity on him she encouraged him
over on to his back and crawled into his lap, guiding his seven-inch dick
up into her weeping vulva.  A firm fit she rode him and let him reach up
and play with her tits.  The sensations of his pinching at her nipples she
squirted over his scrotum.  Bringing her upper body over him as she
gyrated, he fed on her nipples while Char toyed with his hair until she
realized it was a toupee he had left on.  She never knew he was bald, it
looked so natural.  Oops!  They laughed about it, and she continued her
ride.  Numerous kisses to his bald scalp she complimented him on it.  He
might just go bald more often.

   Nutting a second time, firing straight up into her she screamed at the
assault deep within.  It made her ride him that much more erotically. 
"Once more Charlie.  You can do it." He tried but the thing is he wanted in
control again.  At the age of 61 or not he found the energy to topple her
backwards then roll her on to her belly.

   Moving her into a doggystyle position he hit that spitting cunt like
lightning.  Reaching over her to grip her long brown mane he yanked her
head back then wailed his palm on her ass.  Charlotte yelped then begged
for harder.  At least his slaps were.  His unexplained energy was fading
fast concerning his thrusting power.  Sensing his dilemma Charlotte
understood and did the work for him, thrashing her cunt backwards into him.
He puckered at her relief package and stood firm holding her hair.  Five
more solid slaps her cheek was bright red.  Let Aaron bitch!  His loss!

   Cumming on his woodpecker, the birdhouse lover couldn't resist one last
load.  Nutting deep Charlotte squealed and froze rigid to spasm, his
gallant shot hit just the right bullseye that time.  Uterus central! 
Releasing her hair, she collapsed forward and shook violently.  Nails
digging at his comforter she pulled the material around her into a fort of
cloth.  He was pretty amazed at his final talented set of liquid ammo. 
Pulling out of her he paddled her ass with his erection and rolled droplets
of cream along her rosy bottom.  Dipping along her butt crack she lifted
her hips again.

   "Aren't you tired?" He chuckled.

   "Charlie?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Put it in my ass."

   "Uhhh?  I've never done that."

   "Try it...  for me."

   Gritting his teeth, he lined up his crown and forced it in inch by inch.
Her nails back to digging trenches into his sheets this time, he heard her
mumble.  "God, I love anal." Learn something new every lay.  DAY! 
Shockingly Charlie didn't mind, and he hit it for another five minutes
before calling it quits.

   "I'm done!"

   "Thank you, Charlie." She rolled over then drew him down to lay with her
in her mishap mound of bedding.  Kissing him passionately she poured as
much sensitivity as she could to let him know she cared.  Across from his
bed the picture of he and Sidney watched.  Somewhere Sidney was calling her
a floosy.  Charlotte could live with that.  Maybe Sid wouldn't have wanted
him to move on after all.  Too late!  "I need to go.  I'll visit again some
other time, if you want."

   "Doors always open.  Leave your clothes and wedding ring at home."

   "Just for you."

   A final kiss she tiptoed out.  Leaving his home, she found the fire
extinguished, and the beer coolers gone.  Her clothing was neatly folded on
a lawn chair, wedding bands and necklace laying on top.  Gathering it she
took it toward her back porch but looked over at Brock's home in transit,
the candles still burning.  Knowing that he was her first intended lover
she wondered if those candles were a calling to see if she was lured like a
moth.  MOTHer!  Close enough!  Placing her clothing and jewelry inside her
porch door she dared to head on over and found the back door unlocked.  If
Monica was allowed to march on in so was, she.  Charlotte was shameless
now.

   Finding the staircase in the night lights she crept upstairs.  Halfway
up she heard a thud.  Eyes flaring, she moved slowly until finding an
unexpected sight.  Brock was obviously not done with April after all.  He
had her face down on the hallway floor and was drilling her up the ass. 
The girl was silent screaming at his rough anal.  He was pressing her head
into the wood.  Creak!  Creak!  Creak!  Up the Creak with the paddle.

   "Oh my God!"

   Looking up in his furor of fevered humping Brock saw Charlotte and
winced from a sweaty brow.  He refused to stop drilling poor April's
butthole.  She gyrated what she could beneath his weight.  Charlotte
started to turn away feeling as if she shouldn't be witness to this until
she heard Brock growl.

   "GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE." She froze and looked at him, April looking up
as well but with eyes rolled back into her head.  A deafening orgasm April
collapsed.

   "Brock?"

   "Sit down in front of her."

   "I really..."

   "Do it Charlotte." Nothing forceful, he simply told her a second time.
Shuffling closer Charlotte sat down facing April.  "Legs wide and scoot
closer." Trembling at what this might entail she did so.  Her cunt rubbing
into April's hair then her forehead Brock pulled the girl's hair lifting
her.  "Closer!" One last slide beneath April, Brock crushed the girl's face
into Charlotte's smelly snatch.  "EAT THAT SHIT!" He bellowed, April
licking at Charlotte's pussy.  Head tilted back at how good it was, she
felt terrible letting Brock abuse her so.  Pulling out of April's anus he
crawled up over the girl's limp body and sat on her head making certain she
remained eating Charlotte.  Reaching out for Charlotte, he pulled her
toward him and kissed her hard.  Charlotte grew lost in this odd scenario
but squirted on April's tongue none the less.

   This was so wrong!  Feet firmly on the floor to each side of them Brock
raised up.  Abandoning his kiss, he forced Charlotte toward his huge cock.
Mouth open in shock he shoved his penis down his neighbor's throat and face
fucked her.  Charlotte had never experienced even this in such a rough
manner.  Her own blowjobs were all she knew when treating Aaron to an
occasional surprise.  Not even he fucked her face in this manner.  What
made her crazier was that April who could have fled had scooted even closer
and was eating her with more enthusiasm.  What was going on here?  Fingers
inside her twat digging and twisting April made her climax just as Brock
nutted down Char's throat making her gag.

   A door downstairs opening and closing heard, April jumped away and raced
for the bathroom.  Locking the door behind her she turned on the shower and
climbed in to clean herself up.  Ryan must not know!  Regardless of April
in a panic, Brock pulled out of Charlotte's mouth and dropped her back to
the floor then took her missionary.  Charlotte was out of her mind at the
moment, cum still frothing on her lips as he fucked her viciously.  A kiss
melding, they shared his jizz just as Ryan walked up the stairs. 
Obviously, he got off early.

   Realizing it was Charlotte he bulged his eyes.  Thankfully, it wasn't
April.  Hearing the shower, he stepped around the lovers and felt bad for
Aaron.  Not that he could blame Charlotte knowing what her husband and
daughter had done.  Going to the bathroom door Ryan turned the knob to find
it locked.  A knock on the door April called out.  "I'm almost done Mister
Quinones.  Can you use the bathroom downstairs?"

   "It's me!" Ryan let her know.

   "Hang on Baby." She was covered in soap suds and just clean enough to be
presentable, her hair nice and wet.  A glance in the mirror to avoid no
mistakes she unlocked the door and hurried back to the shower for safety.
Entering Ryan locked it again then undressed to join his girl in the
shower. Hugging her from behind he had to ask.

   "What's with Monica's mom and my dad fucking in the hallway?  That's...
mind blowing."

   "They're in the hall?  Whoa!  When I came in here, they were in his
room. That's...  almost as bold as us."

   "I know right?"

   He kissed her and hadn't even connected the dots that her breath tasted
and smelled like penis.  Fuck it!  He nailed April against the shower wall.
Five hours of sex...  April was in heaven.

   So was Charlotte Gift!  Brock was consuming her.  Feet held behind her
head he fucked her like a beast.  She screamed erratically and exploded
time after time with each thrust.  Charlotte was rolling her eyes back to
mimic April's earlier, toes curling.  In a rapid retreat Brock lowered his
crown and hit her anus, ripping it wide.  Her jaw dropping at his
unexpected occupation she was glad it had already been stretched out twice
before, Brock's dick was by far the biggest, thickest out of all of her
paramours.  It hurt but she accepted it with grace.  She might not have had
a choice anyway.

   "Oooooooooh fuck Brock!  What are you doing to me?"

   "Changed my mind."

   "What?"

   "I said I wasn't having sex with you.  I lied!"

   "All men do.  I'm not mad.  You're incredible."

   "Fucking you whenever I want.  Same for Monica."

   "Take me to your room before Ryan and April get done.  Fuck me until
dawn." Hearing her beg he pulled out of her and stood up.  Dragging
Charlotte to her feet, he picked her up over his shoulder squealing and
carried her to his room.  Door kicked shut with his foot he threw her on
his cum soaked bedding and went in for the kill.  "Brock, wait!"

   "Nope!"

   "Please...  play a video of Aaron and I."

   That made him pause to pucker.  Nodding he got up and located his movie,
believe it or not on an old VHS tape, VCR still alive and kicking.  Remote
in hand and the TV on they laid there as it unfolded.  Charlotte was riding
Aaron feverishly, titties bouncing wild and unrestrained.  She could even
hear her own distant moans.  "Was I really that loud?" She giggled.

   "Wait for it."

   A second feminine voice was heard screaming.  "Oh God!  I remember that
night.  Monica felt like making a point by masturbating so loudly in
competition with us so that we would stop."

   "Uhhh?  She wasn't masturbating." Fast forwarding a bit, she realized
Brock had been recording both bedrooms.  Just as Charlotte was doing with
Aaron, Monica was riding some boy.

   "That little...  HARLOT!  She snuck a boy into her room.  When was
this?"

   "No comment." Safer that way.  Calculating in her head Charlotte was
glad he didn't answer.

   Brock was just so savAGE!

   So GOoD!
   For another cHARLOTte!