Big Men of the House(97)

“I know people,” he simply said.



“So you can get me the booze?”



“Yeah it's easy. But I'm going to need the money upfront and little extra for the trouble, he replied.”



“How much should I give you?”



“Four thousand dollars.”



That number seemed insane. “Four thousand for alcohol?”



“Actually three thousand for the liquor and one thousand for my fee.”



“Fine, but you better get a shitload of booze. And don't bring any of your weird friends.”



I left the bathroom feeling a little high from the secondhand smoke. It made the day a lot easier to get through.



The invites had been passed out and the alcohol taken care of. Everyone seemed pretty excited. Now the only thing left was to wait.









The night before the party was the worst. There were so many small decisions still left to be made and I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was racing. How do I get the alcohol past my stepdad? What if the birthday cake doesn't make show up on time? What if nobody comes?



It was already two in the morning and my eyes were wide open. I listened to the crickets outside my window and the leaves rustling on the trees. I tossed and turned in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.



There was only one way get my brain to slow down.



I closed my eyes and let my fingers drift beneath the covers and under my panties. A rush of pleasure flowed through me as I hit my fleshy hood. I tried to picture a shirtless male model with sweat dripping off him.



But Zack popped into my head. My face twisted in disgust. I quickly lifted my fingers off my clit. All I could see was Zack undoing his trench coat to reveal his skinny white body. Normally I would just give up at that point but I was determined. I needed to do this to fall asleep.



I shut my eyes again and focused harder. I cleared my mind of Zack and my stepdad Landon appeared. I wasn't sure thats who I wanted but I went with it anyways. I imagined Landon working out and wiping the sweat off his muscular chest.



I felt up his arms and he pulled me in close. We kissed and Landon's hand trailed South to my wetness. He rubbed me down there as I rubbed my clit back in my bed. I bit my bottom lip as I pictured two of his fingers entering me. The pleasure was unimaginable. I swirled my clit around, taking in the ecstasy.



Landon finger fucked me hard and I howled like an animal. He pulled his fingers out and tasted them. The sight of him enjoying me turned me on even more.



My breathing quickened. The pleasure grew more and more. I was so close...



“MMMMMMmmmmm.” I put my hand over my mouth and moaned loudly. My orgasm exploded like a bomb inside. I furiously rubbed my clit, enduring the massive amounts of ecstasy. My legs vibrated and my pussy quivered as the pleasure controlled me.



When the orgasm passed, I gasped for air as I refilled my lungs with oxygen. One wasn't good enough.



I put my fingers back on my sensitive clit and rubbed it around some more. I imagined Landon shoving his big cock into my mouth. I sucked on it hard, bobbing up and down. Landon brushed the hair out of my face and I looked up into his eyes, watching him enjoy me tasting his meat.



Landon's moaning reached a fever pitch. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and opened wide. Landon stroked his shaft until his white seed spurted out all over my face and chest.



I couldn't contain my moaning anymore. I rolled over on my stomach and stuffed my face into my pillow, screaming from the extreme orgasm. All the muscles in my body flexed as the pleasure coursed through my veins.



When the orgasm faded, my body finally relaxed. My eyelids were heavy and I had a giant smile on my face. That was the best masturbation session I ever had. Before I could even think about anything else, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.











When I awoke the next morning, I felt refreshed and excited. It was finally my birthday.



The night before didn't even cross my mind. I was too busy preparing for the party.



I ran downstairs to find pancakes sitting on the kitchen island with a note next to it:



Dear Kyle:



Happy Birthday!

Your stepdad and I are going to get a hotel room for the night. Have a wonderful birthday party and don't break anything!



Love,

Mom + stepdad



P.S. NO ALCOHOL!



Well that solved my problem of sneaking all the booze through my stepdad. He wasn't even going to be around.



It took me about five hours to completely decorate the backyard. I didn't have any particular theme in mind. I just wanted the place to look nice. I hung streamers across the trees and lined up tiki torches along the pool. I set up a large table for all the alcohol and another table for the food and cake.



Everything was set to go but I still needed to get ready and I only had an hour to do so before guests arrived.