30-01-2019, 09:43 AM
At the age of 18, with his handsome features, Aidan West had no problem in getting a date with any girl in the high college. His hobby of weightlifting and outdoor sports really helped produce his well-tanned muscular body. Standing at 6'3", 210 lb. and black hair, he was the dream of all the girls in college and he had gotten the well-earned reputation as the college's stud. Aidan just loved to put on the charm, always getting the date he wanted, always getting his way when alone with a lovely girl.
For some time he had loved to date the sweet naive young beauties that attended his high college. He had introduced a lot of innocent teenage girls to the joys of sex, loved the challenge of getting into their sweet panties. He especially enjoyed hearing their screams and moans when he plucked their precious little cherries.
He looked around at the party and laughed to himself, as he tried to recall the number of young girls he had scored with. Surely he would make love tenderly to the young beauties, bringing them to mind-shattering orgasms. This strategy always made them come back for more, and the girls knew they only had him for borrowed time. With Aidan it was always a story of 'lov'em and leav'em'. Once he had broken in an innocent beauty and bedded them a few times, he knew she was his for the asking, anytime he wanted it.
For Aidan the thrill of the conquest was what he was after. It seemed that what he couldn't or shouldn't get was what turned him on the most. He was always after a new challenge to conquer. As he looked around the party his sight fell on the four mothers of his closest friends. The last year and a half he no longer saw them as substitutes mothers, now he saw them as gorgeous women. Tired of fucking teenage girls he had decided to try to seduce the four married women.
Picking up four long-steamed pink roses, he had gotten a friend to pick up for him, he went over to the patio, where the four women were seated. Holding the roses behind his back he greeted them, "Hello ladies. I can't tell you, how much I love this party. You've made me so happy."
"Don't mention it, Aidan. We love to do it. Remember we all love you," Claire smiled back at the handsome young man.
"I never doubted that," Aidan said and with a low voice he continued, "I've never told you all, that I'm aware of the effort you made to make my life joyful. When my mother died I was suffering so much. I didn't know what to do, my father always left me with a babysitter. Then the four of you swept in and took charge. I can't tell you, how much I appreciate what you have done for me. You've made me feel loved, when I was miserable. I can never pay back your generosity, but I hope you'll accept this as a token of my appreciation."
Aidan pulled out the roses and handed one to each of the four women.
The women had all tears in their eyes, but before any of them could say something, Aidan was walking back to his friends.
"Wow," Vanessa Miller said as a tear started to run down her cheek.
"He's so considerate," Grace whispered.
"He's the best," Amanda choked.
"Simply the best," Claire breathed.
For some time he had loved to date the sweet naive young beauties that attended his high college. He had introduced a lot of innocent teenage girls to the joys of sex, loved the challenge of getting into their sweet panties. He especially enjoyed hearing their screams and moans when he plucked their precious little cherries.
He looked around at the party and laughed to himself, as he tried to recall the number of young girls he had scored with. Surely he would make love tenderly to the young beauties, bringing them to mind-shattering orgasms. This strategy always made them come back for more, and the girls knew they only had him for borrowed time. With Aidan it was always a story of 'lov'em and leav'em'. Once he had broken in an innocent beauty and bedded them a few times, he knew she was his for the asking, anytime he wanted it.
For Aidan the thrill of the conquest was what he was after. It seemed that what he couldn't or shouldn't get was what turned him on the most. He was always after a new challenge to conquer. As he looked around the party his sight fell on the four mothers of his closest friends. The last year and a half he no longer saw them as substitutes mothers, now he saw them as gorgeous women. Tired of fucking teenage girls he had decided to try to seduce the four married women.
Picking up four long-steamed pink roses, he had gotten a friend to pick up for him, he went over to the patio, where the four women were seated. Holding the roses behind his back he greeted them, "Hello ladies. I can't tell you, how much I love this party. You've made me so happy."
"Don't mention it, Aidan. We love to do it. Remember we all love you," Claire smiled back at the handsome young man.
"I never doubted that," Aidan said and with a low voice he continued, "I've never told you all, that I'm aware of the effort you made to make my life joyful. When my mother died I was suffering so much. I didn't know what to do, my father always left me with a babysitter. Then the four of you swept in and took charge. I can't tell you, how much I appreciate what you have done for me. You've made me feel loved, when I was miserable. I can never pay back your generosity, but I hope you'll accept this as a token of my appreciation."
Aidan pulled out the roses and handed one to each of the four women.
The women had all tears in their eyes, but before any of them could say something, Aidan was walking back to his friends.
"Wow," Vanessa Miller said as a tear started to run down her cheek.
"He's so considerate," Grace whispered.
"He's the best," Amanda choked.
"Simply the best," Claire breathed.
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