Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
But now, thinking back on some of our conversations, I realize that there were clues all along. Whenever I asked George about his dating life, he hemmed and hawed, and danced around it. Whatever. Some people are private about that kind of shit, and I get it. I wouldn’t exactly want my romantic life out there for the world to dissect either, especially since Piper was beginning to blossom around then and I was getting a hard-on whenever I thought about the luscious girl.
But George was also uncommonly disciplined whenever we went out, if not outright hands-off. He’s a good-looking guy, and women were drawn to us like flies. I often partook because there was nothing holding me back, but George was standoffish and oddly noncommittal. He didn’t so much as grab a single ass or eye some of those huge titties that practically bounced in his face.
“So what’s up?” I asked as one particularly sexy blonde slinked away, disappointed from my friend’s rejection. She was model-like with her thin frame and perfectly contoured features, but the other man had politely declined her purred invitations.
George merely shrugged, his blue eyes glinting.
“Nothing. I’m just not feeling it, that’s all.”
I stared at him.
“Really? Is there someone I don’t know about? Or do you not like blondes?”
He chuckled, taking another swig of his beer.
“Let’s just say I definitely like blondes, and the bigger the better.”
I stared at him.
“Big? Wait a minute, let me just make sure I’m getting this right. So are you saying that you dig guys? It’s no problem if you do, bud. I’m just trying to understand the situation.”
George merely grinned lazily, swirling his beer a bit in its frosted glass.
“Naw, that’s not it because I’m definitely into women. I just like them young, with big rumps, big tits, and a mouth for talking dirty and sassing back. It turns me on when she’s a minx,” he said in a too-casual tone while looking around the bar once more. “Yeah, the sassier the better.”
I had no idea who he had in mind at that moment, but now, thinking back to that conversation, it’s obvious he was speaking of his stepdaughter. After all, Romy’s a curvaceous vixen built like Marilyn Monroe, but even more voluptuous. She’s got huge DD tits, not to mention a giant ass that jiggles when she walks and a pretty pink pout that always looks glossy and ready to suck. But seriously? His stepdaughter?
I merely sigh again at the memory as I grab a non-alcoholic beverage at what passes for a “bar” at Camp Cheer. This is such a fucked-up place. They market these summer camps as an idyll in the middle of the forest where your child will breathe fresh air while making new friends and learning to swim, but clearly, this place is the opposite. What I witnessed last night blew my mind, and even more, George and Romy weren’t even trying to hide it. This morning, if I’m not mistaken, they were going at it again, although this time my beautiful ward slept through it all, thank god.
After all, I was raging with desire last night. My staff was so stiff as the couple next to us got hot and heavy that I was tempted to fist myself before ejaculating all over Piper’s sweet curves. Even worse, I wanted to part her thighs and to make myself at home between their creamy thickness, rutting into her the way a dog mounts a bitch in heat. Would Piper be wet between the thighs, or would she clamp her legs together in a panic?
But I didn’t do any of those things, even if my mind was putting that curvy body in all sorts of obscene positions. I made myself lie completely still, focusing on breathing techniques to make it seem as if I was sound asleep. It was tough though. When Romy and George climaxed, I held myself perfectly still as my balls ached with pain, my virility already leaking from the tip. Meanwhile, I sensed, rather than heard, Piper’s gasp and can’t help but wonder: was it a gasp of need, or a gasp of disgust? I can only hope the former because there’s been no word from the housing office yet. No doubt we’ll be treated to another porno scene tonight which is going to be sheer fucking torture.
Downing the rest of my non-alcoholic beer, I grunt.
“More?” the pretty bartender smiles at me.
I shake my head.
“Naw, it’s time to get back. My daughter’s going to be finished with practice soon, and it’ll be dinner time then. Don’t want to show up drunk to that shit, otherwise I’ll scare the kids.”
She nods and smiles prettily again, flipping her ponytail over one shoulder.
“Well, you know where to find me, Mr. Conway,” she purrs. “I’ll be right here. Monday through Friday, four to twelve every night.”