I found myself with a few hours to kill before the day's scheduled book signing, so I thought I would pay a visit to my new friend, Rick, and his younger sister, Carol, who was eighteen.
We first met in the restaurant of the hotel where I was staying during this leg of the tour. Rick's sibling's attire seemed unusual for the location and in fact, was quite intriguing. I invited them to my table, where I learned that her church's school bus had broken down, and Rick had to pick her up after her classes. They had stopped at the restaurant for dinner on their way home.
I found Rick to be somewhat reserved at first, although his eyes were not shy about taking themselves on a sightseeing tour of the four undone buttons of my blouse. I have experienced this phenomenon before and I have even come up with a name for it: I call it a 'guy thing'.
Carol was quite pleasant and talkative. The content of her enthusiastic chatter covered a wide range of topics including recent episodes of children's television shows and the reason the moon appears in the sky. As she spoke, her focus seemed to drift back and forth between me and several invisible objects floating near her head.
Following the consumption of a considerable amount of alcohol, Rick's lowered inhibitions revealed that we shared a taste for the unconventional. They extended an invitation to stop by at my earliest convenience and we said our goodbyes. I assured them I would find time to visit soon.
The following week, during our decent toward their helipad, I noticed a brand new yellow bus pulling away from the curb in front of their sprawling estate.
"I do hope that signifies young Carol's return from her lessons," I said to my pilot as we touched down.
"You're a real piece of work, Ms. Hoe-bag," he yelled over the blast of the rotors as I got out, adding, "Watch your head, fucking bitch."
His pet names and his concern for my well-being are so endearing,
I thought, as I watched the craft turn and roar into the sky,
but he need not worry, my head does not itch.
I walked into the master bedroom where sure enough, Carol was on all fours with her brother's massive cock halfway down her throat. Rick was unclothed, but Carol still had her school uniform on. She was lovely in her crisp white blouse, plaid skirt, wool knee socks, black 'Mary Jane' shoes, and a pretty red ribbon in her long brown hair.
"Knock-knock," I silently mouthed, while making a motion in mid-air with my knuckles. They were too preoccupied to notice my arrival, so I pulled up a chair in the corner and politely allowed them to finish what they were doing.
Rick stroked her ear while gently instructing her. "Hold your lips-nice and ti—oh my God ... yes ... that's it... yes..." She watched him with obedient eyes as she slowly slid up and down several spit-covered inches of his substantial pole.
They were resplendent on a large mattress supported by a platform of plastic milk crates in the middle of the room,
"I guess love means never having to say 'box spring,' am I right?" I said, instantly drawing their full attention.
The room was silent, and they seemed quite surprised. Mind you, it is not every day one finds a world-renowned best selling writer in their bedroom.
"Cynthia? I didn't know you were ... how did you get in?" Rick asked.
"Oh, don't worry," I replied, "The front door was unlocked, so I allowed myself in. It was no trouble at all."
Carol seemed quite overjoyed about my visit, jumping up and shuffling with tiny rapid, steps to where I was sitting,
"Hi, Ms. Hogan! Guess what? Guess what happened? You want to know what happened?"
"Do tell, child," I replied.
"I wanted Rick to butt fuck me, but his cock was too big! Can you believe it? We slowly pushed against each other, and I wiggled my ass for him, but it would not fit! We could only get the head in!
She immediately noticed my involuntary drool response running from the corner of my mouth.
"Look, Ricky! Look at how turned on she's getting! Can I tell her the rest? Can I? Can I?" Her cantaloupe-sized breasts jiggled in her uniform as she bounced up and down.
Rick removed his thumb and forefinger from the bridge of his nose.
"You might as well, Carol. Go ahead."
