Patty is a 20-year old girl college student that lives down the street who’s home for the summer. She’s a cute little long-haired brunette with a thin frame, small but perky tits, a great ass, and legs that didn’t quit. But more importantly, the word around the neighborhood is that not only is she a total slut, but that she just adores older men. Which is why Tim and Holly chose her for their little game.
“Are you sure your wife is gone for the whole day?” Patty asks Tim as he leads her up the stairs to the bedroom, not wasting any time.
“Positive,” Tim says. “We’ve got at least three hours until she comes home. And I’m planning on using all of them.”
Patty giggled and grabbed his ass as they climbed the stairs.
“Are you sure you can last that long?” Patty asks.
“I’m like the energizer bunny,” Tim says, looking back at her. “I keep going, and going, and going . . .”
“I certainly hope so,” Patty says as they come to the top of the stairs. “Because I’ve haven’t had a good fucking since I’ve been back from college. All the boys around here are lame.”
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Thirty seconds later they’re in the bedroom. Tim’s pants are around his ankles and Patty is on her knees, with one hand gripping the base of his cock and her lips wrapped around the tip.
“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” Patty asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.
“I fucking love it,” Tim says, his head cocked a little sideways, listening.
And sure enough, a few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and then closing is audible throughout the house.
Patty quickly pulls her mouth off Tim’s cock and looks up at him.
“Who’s that?” she whispers.
“It must be Holly,” Tim says, acting surprised.
“I thought you said she was gone for the day?” Patty whispers desperately.
“She was supposed to be,” Tim whispers back. They can hear the sounds of Holly rummaging around downstairs. Marks pulls his boxers and pants back up and buttons them.
“What do we do?” Patty asks.
“Nothing,” Tim replies. “She probably just forgot something. She’ll be back out the door within seconds.”
But immediately after the words leave Tim’s mouth Holly calls out to him.
“Tim? Tim, honey, have you seen my cell phone?”
“I think it’s downstairs,” Tim calls out. Patty is still on her knees on the floor, looking frightened and nervous.
“I can’t find it,” Holly says. “I think I may have left it in our room.”
Patty curses under her breath and starts to climb to her feet.
“No, it’s not in here,” Tim calls out.
“I’m pretty sure it is,” Holly says. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood stairs is audible. “I’m coming up to check.”
“What do I do?” Patty says, panicked.
“Go hide in the closet,” Tim says quickly.
“But what if she looks for her phone in there?” Patty says.
“She won’t,” Tim replies, forcing himself not to smile. He gives Patty a little push in the direction of the closet. “Now go! Hurry!”
Patty quickly moves to the other side of the room and scrambled into the walk-in closet and closes the door behind her.
No more than five seconds later, Holly enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Tim a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.
“Are you sure you haven’t seen it in here?” Holly asks Tim, her tone not reflecting her knowledge of the situation.
“Positive,” Tim says. “I’ve looked everywhere.” He flicks his head towards the closet.
“Is she in there?” Holly mouths without saying the words aloud.
Tim nods.
“I think I left it in my pants yesterday,” Holly says aloud.
“In the bathroom?” Tim asks.
“No,” Holly replies. “In the closet.”
“They’re not in there,” Tim says, grinning widely all the while.
“Of course they are,” Holly says. “I hung them up yesterday after I wore them.”
“Are you sure?” Tim says. “I thought you put them in the laundry already.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Holly says, moving towards the closet. “I know right where I put them.”
“Wait,” Tim says, more loudly than necessary, still playing the part for Patty’s benefit. “I think I saw your phone downstairs.”
“Why are you acting so funny?” Holly says, putting her hand on the closet door handle in an attempt to ramp up Patty’s anxiety. “Is there something in the closet you don’t want me to see?”
“No,” Tim says, barely able to keep from cracking up. “It’s nothing like that.”
Holly lets the silence build for a few moments, then says, “Bullshit. What the fuck did you stash in there? Your fucking girlfriend?”
“No,” Tim says, his smile larger than ever. He’s practically giddy with excitement. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“If I’m being ridiculous, then it doesn’t matter if I open this closet, does it?” Holly says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Patty sweat it for a little while longer.
“If that’s what you want to do,” Tim says.
“You really don’t care?” Holly says, opening the door just a little bit.
“Not at all,” Tim says.
Holly closes the door and lets go of the handle. “Well, in that case, maybe I should look somewhere else for my phone. I don’t I left it in my pants anyway.”
“Like I said, whatever you want,” Tim says.
“I think I may have put my pants in the bathroom after all,” Holly says. “Can you go take a look for me?”
“Sure,” Tim replies. “Which pants did you say they were in?”
“My black jeans,” Holly says.
“Okay, I’ll check,” Tim says, not making a move.
“Go!” Holly whispers, waving Tim away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Patty. If she realizes it’s a setup that’ll take some of the fun away. “And wipe that smile off your face!” she adds, whispering that too.
Tim turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Holly again grabs ahold of the door handle and opens the door to the walk-in closet.
“Let’s see what you’re hiding in here,” she says under her breath, flipping on the light to reveal two legs protruding from the bottom of Tim’s shirts.
Holly spreads the shirts apart, revealing Patty. She’s got a scared look on her face and tears are dripping down her face.
“Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Holly says, staring down at Patty. “You’re that girl from down the street, right?”
Patty nods.
“Patty, right?”
Patty nods again.
“Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my closet?” Holly asks, her voice harsh.
Patty shakes her head.
“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Holly says. She grabs Patty by the hair and uses it to pull the younger girl out of the closet. “Come on, you little slut. Time to pay the piper.”
Holly drags Patty out of the closet and into the bedroom.
“On your knees,” Holly says to Patty. “Right here, in the middle of the floor.”
Patty does as she’s told.
Two seconds later, Tim walks in. “Uh-oh,” he says, trying to look and sound dismayed.
“Uh-oh is right,” Holly says. “What about you, Tim? Do you feel like explaining what’s going on here?”
“Well, uh—” Tim starts.
“Just shut the fuck up,” Holly says. “Nobody has to explain anything. It’s pretty fucking obvious what’s going on here.”
“Listen, Holly,” Tim says. “It’s not what you think.”
“Sure it’s not,” Holly replies. “
Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”
“I thought you were out for the day,” Tim says, dropping his head.
“You thought wrong,” Holly snaps back.
“Listen, I just—”
“Zip it,” Holly says, pointing at Tim. “I’ll deal with you later. First I’m going to deal with her. She turns her attention to Patty, who is still sitting on her knees on the floor, sniffling, trying to stem the tide of her tears. “What about you, Patty? What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry?” Patty says, framing it like a question.
“You aren’t yet,” Holly says, still holding onto Patty’s hair. “But you will be. You’ll be very sorry.”
“You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?” Patty asks.
“I guess that depends,” Holly says.
“On what?”
“On you.”
“What do you mean?”
“The choice is yours,” Holly says, “I can either drive you back home and tell your parents exactly what happened here, or we can dole out your punishment right here, right now.”
“What kind of punishment?” Patty asks.
“Whatever I deem appropriate,” Holly says.
Patty nods her head. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“I’ll accept your punishment.”
“Are you sure?” Holly says. “Once we get started, you won’t be able to change your mind.”
“I’m sure,” Patty says. “Do you worst to me.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Holly says, smiling like a demon. “We will. But first I want to get a few things straight in my head. Who started this whole mess?”
“It was all her,” Tim says.
“Is that true?” Holly asks Patty
“No,” Patty says.
“No? So you came over here to fuck my husband against your will? Did Tim force you to come over here?”
“Well, no,” Patty says. “But he started it. He approached me first.”
“Of course he did,” Holly says. “He’s a man. They all think with their dicks. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell him no.”
“I tried,” Patty says.
“Obviously not too hard,” Holly says.
“She practically begged for it,” Tim says. “She came over here every time you left the house, trying to get me to let her in.”
Holly looks at him for a moment before turning her attention back to Patty. “Is that right?” she asks.
Patty just shrugs.
“Yeah, I bet you did,” Holly says, her attention still on Patty. “You’re just a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”
Patty shrugs again. A defiant little smile has worked its way onto her lips. She’s obviously given up trying to play the innocent girl.
“You love cock, don’t you?” Holly says.
Patty nods.
“And you want my husbands cock, don’t you?”
Patty nods again.
“That’s what I thought,” Holly says. Pointing at Tim, she says, “You, drop your pants and pull your cock out.”
Tim does as he’s told, trying to act dismayed even though his rock-hard cock is betraying his true feelings.
“So you want my husband’s cock, huh? Then here,” Holly says, pushing Patty’s head towards Tim’s cock, which is harder than ever. “Start fucking sucking on it then you little slut. Show me what you can do.”
Still holding onto Patty’s hair with one hand, Holly circles around so she’s behind the younger girl. With her free hand, she yanks Patty’s arms back and holds them in place behind her back.
“You like it when men use all your holes, don’t you?” Holly says, pushing Patty’s head forward and back, forcing her to suck Tim’s cock. “That’s right, you little slut. Suck my husbands fucking cock.”
Holly gets more aggressive, pushing and pulling Patty’s head off of Tim’s cock with more force and speed with every passing second. It isn’t long before Patty is gagging and coughing, with spittle running down her chin and onto the floor. But Holly doesn’t let up, pushing Patty’s head further and further forward until she’d nearly taking all of Tim’s cock with every thrust.
After a good thirty seconds of constant sucking, Holly holds Patty’s head in place with Tim’s cock deep inside her mouth for a few beats before letting off, giving Patty a chance to breathe.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Holly says to Patty. “What do you think, Tim? Does she know what she’s doing?”
“She sure as hell does,” Tim says.
Looking up at Tim, Holly says. “What do you say we see how good she is a deepthroating?”
“I say that sounds like a great idea,” Tim says, smiling.
Holly smiles up at him. “Yeah, I think so too,” she says.
“What do you think about that?” Holly says to Patty. “Does that sound like a good idea to you?”
Still controlling Patty’s head with her hand, Holly forces Patty’s head to move up and down as though she’s nodding.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Holly says. “Now open wide.”
Patty does as she’s told.
Holly spits in Patty’s mouth then pushes on the back of her head, forcing Patty to take Tim’s cock in her mouth once again. But this time, instead of pulling it back Holly continues pushing until Tim’s entire cock disappears inside Patty’s mouth.
Releasing Patty’s arms, Holly uses both hands to push on the back of Patty’s head, holding her in place with her nose against Tim’s belly and his cock deep in her throat. Patty coughs and gags but Holly doesn’t let up. Patty gags again and tries to pull away but Holly doesn’t let her, continuing to hold her in place, forcing her to deepthroat Tim.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Holly asks mockingly. “I didn’t say you were done yet.”
Patty gags yet again, deeper this time—a deep, ragged sound—and her chest heaves as she desperately tries to pull away. But Holly still isn’t done. She holds Patty in place for another five seconds before finally letting go.
Patty’s head snaps back and she gasps for breath while saliva drips down out of her mouth and onto her chest. Her eyes are watering, making her mascara run.
Holly still has a hold of Patty’s hair and uses it to yank her head around in loose circles before pulling sharply on it, forcing Patty’s chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure. Patty lets out a sharp yelp.
“Oh, the poor little slut can’t handle playing with the big boys,” Holly says, laughing. She bends down until her face is directly above Patty’s. “I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to start blowing my husband you stupid little cunt.”
Holly slaps Patty in the face, eliciting a flinch and another yelp from the smaller, younger girl.
“Oh, you didn’t like that, did you?” Holly says, laughing some more.
Patty shakes her head from side to side.
Holly slaps her again. “Well, now you know how I feel when I saw your slutty little ass in that closet.”
Holly releases Patty’s hair and spins her entire body around so she’s facing away from Tim. Looking up at Tim, who’s still standing above both of them, Holly says, “What do you say? Should we let her off the hook with just a warning?”
“It’s up to you,” Tim says.
Holly pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nah,” Holly says. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet.” She pushes down on Patty’s shoulders, forcing the smaller girl onto her hands and knees. “Now you’re going to see what happens to bad little sluts when they fuck the wrong man.”
Holly drops down to her knees directly behind Patty She flips Patty’s skirt up over her back, revealing Patty’s tiny little ass, covered up only by a black g-string. Holly yanks the g-string to the side, putting Patty’s shaved pussy on display.
“Holy crap,” Holly says to nobody in particular. “You’re pussy is soaking wet you dirty little slut. You love thi
s shit, don’t you?”
Patty reluctantly nods her head.
“You actually enjoy getting treated like shit, right?”
Patty nods her head again.
Holly smacks her on the asscheek. “What about that?” Holly asks. “Do you like that too?”
Patty nods.
“Say it,” Holly says, smacking her other cheek. “Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love it,” Patty says, although not all that convincingly.
“I don’t believe you,” Holly says, smacking her again, harder this time. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”
“I love it,” Patty says, louder and more vigorously.
“Close,” Holly says, smacking her ass yet again. “But you’re still not quite there.”
“I love it!” Patty says, practically screaming the words as Holly continues smacking her ass, one cheek and then the other, making them shine bright red while Tim looks on with a vague little smile on his face. “I love it! I love it! I fucking love it!”
“That’s better,” Holly says, smacking Patty’s ass one last time before stopping. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”
“Yes,” Patty says between deep breaths as she tries to recover.
“Do you?” Holly says. “Because I don’t. Not even close. We’ve still got a long ways to go, missy.” She points her finger at Tim. “You. Over here. On your knees in front of her.”
Still smiling, Tim does as he’s told, his hard cock mere centimeters from Patty’s mouth.
“Now fuck her face while I work on her pussy,” Holly says.
“Gladly,” Tim replies, grabbing ahold of Patty’s head and holding it in place as he thrusts his hips forward, slipping his cock into her mouth.
Holly drops to her knees and slips two fingers into Patty’s shaved, dripping wet pussy. They slide in easily, with very little resistance.
“You really do love this, don’t you?” Holly says, laughing under her breath. Sitting perpendicular to Patty, she works her fingers into Patty’s pussy without mercy, slamming them in and out as quickly as she can while Tim continues to fuck Patty’s face.
“Answer me,” Holly says, sliding a third finger into Patty’s pussy.
Patty mumbles something as best she can with Tim’s cock still working in and out of her mouth.
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