It was a late rainy afternoon on Saturday. Alan was home alone and secluded downstairs in his bedroom playing an intense videogame. His mom was out of town visiting a sick friend at the moment. He found it extremely hard to enjoy and concentrate on playing the game after his much success sexual encounters these past few days. Up until a couple of days, he was a videogame obsessed virgin whom never even experienced his first kiss, but that all changed after a tutoring session with Cassie Banks. She gave Alan his first taste of pussy and in return for helping her pass her history exam, she give him his first blow job and tit-fuck. His luck continued running into an a former classmate named Tiffany and her two busty friends. They took turns sucking and tit-fucking his huge cock until one of Tiff's friends boldly fucked him and took his virginity. That was a night Alan would never soon forget.
Alan didn't think it could get any better than that memorable night until yesterday when he naively accepted an invitation from Tiffany's voluptuous mother. He fucked her brains out for a couple of hours and she basically give him her blessing to have the raunchiest fuck feast ever with her two huge-breasted daughters, Tiffany and Charley live on the Internet. The youngest daughter, Charley, had just turned 18 and possessed the largest pair of world class torpedoed-shaped hooters Alan had ever seen and felt. He was the first guy to taste the sweet, warm milk from her humongous knockers and he had been on cloud 9 ever since.
Eventually Alan made it home in the wee hours of the morning, very fatigued after giving Tiffany her much needed cream pie and brace-wearing mouth another massive taste of his gooey spunk. He slept late into the afternoon trying to recover. When he finally had awaken, he saw a note from his mom on the kitchen table explaining that she had gone out of town to see a very ill friend. Alan decided for the rest of the weekend, he was going to relax and take it easy, but he found it hard trying to do so as his mind was plagued with sex and oversized tits he had only seen in porn. His cock had been stiffening up all day.
"Guess I'll jerk one out, again," Alan groaned.
He put his controller down and before he could commence in jerking off, the doorbell rung.
"Who in the hell is out in this weather and knocking at the door?" he wondered.
Alan put his house slippers on and headed upstairs. The doorbell rung continuously which annoyed Alan.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" he yelled.
Alan got to the front door and opened it.
"Melanie?"
"It's Mel, dweeb. Now are you going to let me in or are you going to let me catch a deadly cold and die out here!" sternly spoke the young, dark blue-haired girl.
"Oh, right. Come in," Alan nonchalantly invited. "May I ask why are you here?"
"Your house looks like an old lady with a lot of cats live here. Certainly smells that way," she rudely spoke. "First off, Allie..."
"It's Alan," he corrected her.
"Yeah, whatever. I locked myself out of my house and unfortunately, my cell phone is in my bedroom and the rents won't be back for a couple of hours. Now I could break a window like last time but the rents didn't seem to appreciate that. Plus I have better ways of spending my money then buying a new freaking window every month," she replied. "And I didn't even know you lived on this street."
"That's bullshit! You and your street friends paintball my house every Halloween," Alan said in an upset manner.
"Oh. We do? My bad. Still had no idea you lived here," Melanie chuckled.
"Not to mention the million of other horrible things you and your friends had done to me on a regular basis before school, during school, and after school."
"Well, don't take it so personal. I promise we won't pick on you anymore... Sike! You're just so easy, Allie. Anyways, got any food? I'm starving like Marvin. Oh and does your mom have some decent looking clothes I could wear. That woman dresses so tacky. Chop, chop Allie!" Melanie commanded. "Don't want me to catch a deadly cold and die right here in your house. I'll haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Seems like you already do," Alan mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" Melanie asked.
"Make yourself at home. The kitchen is through there and I will be back with some clothes."
"Thought so, puke face."
Alan rolled his eyes and sighed as he headed downstairs to his room. Instead of taking clothes from his mom's room, he decided to give her an old extra large shirt and a pair of sweat pants from his closet. He figured Melanie would be more comfortable wearing his clothes as she always wore dark, thick baggy layers of clothing and combat boots, even in the summer time. Melanie, for obvious reasons, exuded a certain urban mystique with her heavy eyeliner, a pierced eyebrow and punk-rock fashion sense. Her face was homely and she was rumored of having a reputation for being a huge slut around town.
"Oh, so nerd boy is living down in his mother's basement," Melanie wisecracked, coming downstairs eating a sandwich. "And he's an avid gamer. I'm actually impressed."
"Really?" Alan questioned her sincerity.
"I am a hardcore gamer too. In fact, I bet I could wipe the floor with you in some Call of Duty," she challenged. "Unless of course, you're chicken shit."
