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Chapter 1: Invitations Sally Hines was free. At least from the world of high school. She stepped out from her last exam and made her way toward the bus stop to head home. Never again would she have to return to high school and the complicated social world that she had failed to understand. Next year she would be traveling off to college, far away, where she could make a fresh start. She would be able to reinvent herself. She could shed the dorky bookworm image and instead be the confident, intelligent young woman that she believed herself to be. Just the thought was already adding a spring to her step, her excitement building at a new stage of her life where the bullies didn’t exist.“See you around, Hines with the Hiney!” a boy yelled out at her as he walked past. Sally deflated.Sally wasn’t an unattractive woman. She had turned eighteen two months ago, and her reflection made her smile. She liked how she looked. Her face was a little dorky, with her button nose, pale skin, freckles and glasses, but she thought it looked cute. She loved her red hair, like leaves in fall, which was long and wavy. She was short, barely over five feet, but it only made her figure appear more like that desired hourglass. The internet reassured her regularly that her narrow waist, wide hips, and thick, plump bottom was all the rage. If any boy at her school saw her without knowing who she was, she was sure they’d flirt with her. But instead she was the dorky bookworm: the nerd, the know-it-all, Hermione, Hines with the Hiney. The last nickname came from when one of the cheerleaders took a photo of Sally in just her panties as she was changing after gym, the fabric stretched over her ample posterior. Sally knew that in college it would be better.The bus was full. Her exam had finished at rush hour and she squeezed her body into the mess of other exam-focused students and workers coming home from the daily grind. Sally didn’t mind. Being short, she disappeared into the mass of body knowing that no one could spot her to bully. She was wearing a buttoned-up midnight blue shirt and a pair of figure-hugging jeans, the denim tight against her ass. It made her feel confident even if no one appreciated it. Free from having to worry about studying for another exam, her mind started to wander as the bus lurched forward Ankara escort and started her journey home. Because she was a hormonal eighteen year old with a completely unsatisfied and turbocharged sex drive, her mind quickly turned to the vast amount of fantasies she had: blowing a teacher for a better grade, getting caught naked by someone mending the shower, if a porn had been made about it, Sally thought about it.The bus jolted around the corner and everyone lost their step. The mass of bodies shifted, new positions taken, and Sally bit down on the gasp coming out of her mouth. There was something thick and hard against her backside. Sally tried to control her breathing. She had seen this before in videos she watched on her laptop at night. Sally knew that most girls would be disgusted by it, but she wasn’t. She was so horny all the time. She swore she had the sex drive of a boy. She wiggled her ass back against the erection pressed against her, seeing if the man would pull away. He didn’t. He just stood there, his cock pressed against her jean-clad bottom. Sally felt two separate surges of heat building: one across her face and one between her thighs.She knew she should move away. She knew it wasn’t safe. But Sally couldn’t believe a man was doing this to her. He was so big as well. She could feel his length, as hard as steel, pressed upright against the soft padding of the cheeks of her ass. With a little bit of movement, Sally managed to trap her stranger’s cock in the valley of her ass. She had to stop herself from letting her tongue drop out of her mouth. This felt so wrong and so good. She wondered who it was behind her. She couldn’t bring herself to look. There had been the dark-skinned businessman. Or the boy her age who looked as if he came from another school. She thought the boy was the better suspect, that a grown businessman wouldn’t do this, but the cock pressed against her felt so manly.For the next few minutes, the bus continued to bounce along the uneven tarmac and Sally was treated to the most amazing sexual experience in her life. She wished her stranger did more. He could grab her by the hips. He could grind himself against her. She wouldn’t mind. But he felt quite content to just stand there, cock pressed against her thick Ankara escort bayan rear end, and allow the vibrations of the bus do the work. Sally needed more. As surreptitiously as she could, she started to move her hips, slowing slide her ass up and down against the rod pressed against her. He was as hard as she was now wet, her panties soaked inside her jeans. She could feel an orgasm building and she knew she needed more. She looked over her shoulder, rosy cheeked and breathing heavily, ready to tell her stranger that they both needed to get off.The only thing behind her was one of the metal poles that ran along the bus. Sally realized that as they were all jostled around, she had been shoved against it, her round backside keeping the rest of her body from making contact. Her blush deepened as she looked around desperately, hoping no one had noticed her. Her eyes found a middle-aged woman in a pants suit sitting on the other side of the bus. The woman smirked at her, her eyebrows raised. Sally’s face went as red as the inside of a watermelon and hurriedly hit the stop button, the bus coming to a halt at the next stop. She disentangled herself from the mass of people and climbed off, standing in a street still half-an-hour away from her house. She wasn’t sure what was worse: the embarrassment or the unsatisfied lust. She started her walk home, each step another reminder of the wetness of her panties. She really needed to get laid.Nobody was home when she unlocked the front door and walked inside her dark house. Both her parents worked late and she was an only child. She sighed in relief. Some privacy to release the tension inside her. As she headed toward her bedroom though she saw an old, yellowed envelope sitting on the dining room. Scrawled across the front in fancy handwriting, with no address, were the words: Miss Sally Hines. Pulling a face at the letter, she opened the envelope and pulled out a similarly discolored ancient piece of paper, which read:Miss Hines, you are cordially invited to Licension Manor for a night of revelry and entertainment. ———————————————– Luke Trekkson knew he shouldn’t be doing this. At heart, he was a good person. But the heart didn’t matter when he was also an eighteen-year-old Escort Ankara boy with testosterone taking control of his body. Luke was the type of boy who had googled several times to check that you couldn’t masturbate too much. If he was alone in his bedroom, his cock was basically in his hand. It wasn’t his fault. He was just so damn horny all the damn time. He briefly had a girlfriend for this final year at high school, and he thought that might finally break his addiction. Luke was a handsome guy, if a little shy. It was his main problem with girls. He could barely talk to them. He was tall and slim. He wouldn’t win in a fight, but he could run faster than most. He had short blond hair and a clean-cut jaw. He had the soul and talent of a painter and it was the only activity that could distract him from his lusts. But Luke’s girlfriend had been religious and wouldn’t so much as rub him through his pants and they had broken up soon after.His old routine was to wait until his parents and siblings were in bed and then to sit down at his desk, cock in hand, and watch various videos of debauchery. That had changed with Mrs. Linella’s arrival. Mrs. Linella had moved in next door a month ago. She was no model. She was a single mother of two kids and her figure was soft and rounded. She wasn’t overweight but rather plump, and her body was still more than enough fuel for Luke’s arousal. He knew this because if he snuck out at night and stood at the very end of his garden, he had a direct view into her bedroom. And because Mrs. Linella didn’t realize that there was a teenage boy invading her privacy like a pervert, and she thought the houses were set up that no one could see through her window, she often did not draw the curtains before stepping out from her evening shower after her children were asleep.Summer had arrived and Luke was fortunate that it was still warm even after the sun went down and most respectable people were asleep. His shorts were around his ankles, his cock throbbing in his hand as he waited for Mrs. Linella. The bushes and the old garage fortunately hid him from view. He was already stroking himself, recalling past memories when the bedroom light came on and Mrs. Linella emerged framed by the window in nothing but a towel, wrapped around her tanned body. Luke sucked in a lungful of air. He didn’t always get lucky. Sometimes Mrs. Linella disappeared out of view again. Tonight she didn’t. Eager to deal with the heat, his neighbor dropped her towel and stood naked in her bedroom, the bedside lamp providing just enough glow to let Luke devour her body.
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