Chapter One: Lori and Michael
Preparing for the girl's upcoming Birthday Party wasn't so difficult. Michael got a reference from a friend to have the food catered. He wasn't about to break his neck finding just the right gifts. He purchased two Credit Cards worth $500 each that they could use to get anything they wanted.
Done.
Well, Michael did accompany Lori to the Party Supply store to get all the necessary decorations and serving ware. She and Michelle would do the rest. They sent invitations. Did all the decorating. Prepared the house for a gaggle of teenagers. Music and Dancing were sure to be part of the plan. But again, Michael left all that up to Lori and Michelle.
Lori was Michael's stepdaughter. Her mom, Cynthia, died less than a year ago, leaving him with Lori whom he had adopted when she was just a toddler. But, the story is a little more complicated. Years ago, Michael's best friend, Sam, was drafted for service in the Army. When Sam went overseas, he asked Michael to look after his new bride, Cynthia. Little did Michael know, Sam had impregnated Cynthia before he left home.
Cynthia gave birth to Lori while Sam was overseas. He tried to come home to meet his new daughter, but fate stepped in to take Sam's life before that could happen. Everyone was devastated. Michael was just out of high school and had taken a cushy job with his family's business. Cynthia was still in school, but dropped out to prepare to have her baby.
Cynthia was a beautiful young woman. Both Michael and Sam had a crush on her during their time in school. Sam won her. Now it was Michael who was left with the responsibility of caring for Cynthia. It was huge and it worried Michael, AND Cynthia. Both were concerned how this was going to play out. But they became closer as time went by. Michael grew to love Cynthia and vice versa. After the birth of Lori, they were married and moved into a fine house.
Their next door neighbor was also a young couple with a small baby girl, coincidently born just one day apart from Lori. Her name was Michelle and the two girls often played together as toddlers. Soon the girls came inseparable. Best friends.
Michelle's parents didn't stay together long. Her mom, Pamela, who didn't take well to being abandoned with a small child, drank to hide her sorrow. She had boyfriends. Some even moved in with Pamela and Michelle. But, that never seemed to go well. Pamela was a mean drunk and her boyfriends were always storming out of the house in the middle of the night, never to return.
As it was, Michelle spent most of her time at the Connors' house. Michael felt bad for her having to live with a sad and pathetic alcoholic. He took care of her like he did his own stepdaughter. Michelle wasn't getting the love and attention she needed from her mom and was happy to be with people who showed her love and affection.
Sometimes Michael could hear Pamela yelling, and soon after Michelle would be running through his door looking for a safe place to hide. Any confrontation Michael had with Pamela ended up with Michael turning and walking back home with his head shaking and Pamela cursing him through a door or window. Pointless and disturbing.
If Pamela would only clear her head and stop drinking she would be alright. She was a pretty damn good looking woman. Tall with a slender body and large breasts. Unfortunately, alcohol was beginning to destroy her looks. At times, heavy makeup would help, but her lousy personality would show through, ruining any possibility of redeeming herself.
Red Flag. Lost Cause.
So, Michael had no misgivings about taking care of Michelle. She and Lori were so close; just like sisters. She became part of their family.
A couple of weeks before the party, Michael was out in the garage and noticed Michelle trying to start their lawn mower. The grass was getting high. He had greasy hands from changing the oil in his car, and he had planned to go over to help her, but she gave up trying to start the mower and quickly rolled it back into their garage.
Michael felt bad for Michelle. He also didn't like that the yard next to his was in bad shape. The whole neighborhood looked bad because of one lazy and incompetent parent. So, the next time Michael's landscapers were there to work on his yard, he had them work on Pamela's yard too. They spruced it up just fine, and did so every time they came to work on Michael's yard.
It took a while for Pamela to notice. No surprise, but she did, and one afternoon, while Michael was tinkering out in the garage, she came strolling in wearing a short miniskirt with a loose halter top and no bra. At first Michael didn't recognize her as he was looking at her attractive body. Then he finally looked her in the face and all the excitement was blown away.
She asked Michael if he had hired the landscapers to do her yard. He hesitated to say, but finally answered in the affirmative. She told him she didn't have the money to pay him back. He stopped her and told her not to worry about it. She sauntered up to him and said, "I could find another way to pay you, Michael."
"No, that's ok, Pamela," Michael said as she moved in closer. Her tits coming within an inch of his chest. They were bobbling around inside that halter top and it gave Michael a tingle in the old crotch garage. He cursed himself for reacting this way, but what's a red-blooded male to do?
"Come on Michael, let me offer you a little compensation for your generosity." She reached down and grabbed his growing boner. Michael flinched and tried to pull away but he was already backed up to the table where he was working. When Pamela dropped to a squatting position in front of him, she took Michael's zipper down with her.
'Damn, this fucking woman,' he thought to himself. He also thought that she did seem a little less intoxicated than she normally would have been. It somehow made her look a little more attractive.
His inflating hard-on was pulled out into the afternoon air and she was quick to wrap her lipstick-painted lips around the head of the fleshy beast. Both of her hands wrapped around Michael's substantial piece of meat, stroking and squeezing.
Ok, no more protestations from Michael. He decided to let it happen and get it over with. Plus, he hadn't had a blowjob in quite some time and was not going to argue about it.
Pamela's manipulations turned Michael's growing penis into a raging hard-on. At one point, Pamela pulled her lips off Michael's cock and exclaimed, "Whew, Michael, who knew? You've got quite the monster cock here, my friend."
Now at full mast, Pamela was actually having some difficulty managing the largest cock she had ever sucked. And she had sucked quite a few. The girth of his hard cock made Pamela wince when she tried take it all in. She couldn't, and it frustrated her. She was proud of her cocksucking skills and this dilemma had her trying to think of a way to overcome the situation. Finally, out of desperation, she pulled off her flimsy halter top, spat a large, ugly glob of spit between her impressive tits and mounted Michaels cock for a ride.
Pamela looked up at Michael as she mashed both of her large breasts around his cock. "Goddam, Michael, I've never had to resort to such measures because some guy's cock is too big for my mouth."
'What a dirtbag,' Michael thought to himself.
The slippery feeling of her wet cleavage was working for Michael. If only he could replace her face with the face of another woman. Still, she worked at making him cum, and soon, so she could jump in her car and head to work. She was already late..
It wasn't long before Michael was volleying large gobs of potent sperm across her tits, over her shoulder and under her chin. She spoiled everything by placing her hand over the end of his cock to stop the onslaught of cum blasting in her direction. Buzz kill.
When the shooting was over, she stood up, reached over to the table to get a few paper towels to wipe up the huge mess on her tits. She put her stripper top back on and walked out saying, "Thanks, doll!"
