(Translation - FUCKTOR; Author - Stormbringer)

Part 1

“Hey, Chad,” said Tristan, “How do you look to spend the summer with me and my parents in a beach house?” He was my best friend and roommate. We did everything together.

“With joy,” I replied, “but I need to ask my mom and dad for permission.”

The thought of all these girls, dressed only in bikinis, made my cock harden, but he, by the way, was always in such a state. Tristan and I studied at the Catholic School for Boys. With the exception of shrunken old nuns, we have not really seen real women for months.

I just turned 19, and Tristan was a year younger. He had a rather unbridled and rebellious disposition, but I was still more shy and conservative. Despite our dissimilarity, we had fun and we had a fabulous time. I have never had many friends, and I imagined that Tristan was my brother, whom I had never had.

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We arrived at the resort, on the coast of Jersey just before noon, two days after class. My eyes were rolling out of my head when I looked at half-dressed women wandering along the beach. I was from a small town in Kansas and had never seen girls in bikinis, only in magazines, and now in front of me there were crowds of them. Tristan whistled to some that confused me, and I lowered my head while sitting in the car, but the girls, however, seemed to like his attention.

I was still under the impression that my parents let me go. Especially on the resort, which they called den of sin. They gave up when I promised that I would stay away from alcohol and whores.

We stopped at the embankment to capture several hamburgers. Two young girls in shorts and bikini tops passed by. Tristan smiled at them, they ignored him, and both smiled at me, passing by. I felt my cheeks flush and I stared down into the ground.

“They liked you, man,” my friend said. "Come to them."

"I cant. I do not know what to say".

“Forget it,” he said.

We took our hamburgers, and sat down on a bench, from where we could watch sunbathing women. I noticed a few more girls looking at me, but I quickly looked away from them.

Tristan shook his head. "Chad, I love you like a brother, but if you're going to hold me back this summer, then you should hang out in our pool, with my mom."

“Sorry,” I replied. "I'm just not used to having so many women around."

“Did you see yourself?” He said. “I would give anything to look like you, or to have at least half your muscle. Beach beauties will love you. ”

I was almost two meters tall and kept growing. Working on a farm caused my muscles to develop like a weightlifter. Tristan was almost a foot shorter than me, and looked like an ordinary guy, but he had a devilish smile that women seemed to find attractive.

An hour later we arrived at his parents' beach house. Tristan explained that his mother will stay here all summer, and his father will only come on weekends. His father worked in New York and stayed at their home in Massachusetts.

“Go through the fence to the backyard,” said Tristan, grabbing their bags.

I hoisted my luggage and walked around the house to the pool. My legs were tangled and I stumbled when I saw a young woman lying on a lounger near the pool. She had long, blond hair, twisted into a bun at the back, and large, full lips. Her eyes were closed with dark glasses, but I still didn’t see her face for very long.

Either her body was too lush, or the bikini was not enough for her.I have never seen a more perfect female body. Her breasts were large, and I could see the outlines of her nipples under a thin, blue matter. Her stomach was flat and sexy, she had a thin waist and fluffy, rounded thighs. Bikini panties barely covered her crotch, and I woke up a strong desire to untie the strings that hold this bikini. Her legs were slim and tucked up to her graceful heels, and her toenails were defiantly red. A deep golden tan covered her body.

“How can I help you?” She asked.

“II should stop here,” I began to stutter. "I am a friend of Tristan."

Her eyes widened, and she got up and walked over to me. “You must be Chad,” she said, giving me her hand.

“Yes,” I said, blushing, taking her hand. "Sorry, I did not know that Tristan has a sister."

She smiled, but said nothing, and took off her sunglasses, opening the most piercing, blue eyes I've ever seen.

“GOD!” Exclaimed Tristan, coming out from around the corner. "Mom, what the hell are you wearing?"

I blushed even more. Looking at her hair, I noticed several gray strands mixed with her blond hair. And when she began to laugh at her son, I noticed several wrinkles around her eyes. But despite this, she seemed to be given about thirty years, although more likely she was closer to forty.

“Sorry Trizzi,” she said, winking at me. "I did not expect you today."

“We left early, mother,” he said.

“Well, then let me put on something more decent,” she replied. "You can still unpack your belongings."

She turned, and we followed her into the house. I swallowed when I saw that her bikini was a thong, and I could see the tan on her ass. It was plump but firm and smooth, like a bowling ball. She bulged like an arch from her back. My penis, which was always in a half-standing condition, immediately became as solid as a rock. He was so tense that it hurt.

Tristan showed me our room. She was bigger than our hostel, there were two big, good beds.

“We can unpack later. Let's change clothes and jump into the pool. ” He said, pulling his shirt over his head.

"I have no heats."

"Do not worry, you can wear one of mine." Tristan took out a few panties from his closet and threw them to me. "Try these."

He turned his back to me and pulled down his pants. I was a little uncomfortable with his nudity, but I, too, pulled my panties down.

“I can't wait to go to the beach, there ...”

My friend stopped short, and I looked at him. He was looking at my crotch and there was a shock on his face. He suddenly blushed, and quickly pulled on his swimming trunks. I managed to see his penis, and I suddenly felt sorry for him. He probably was deformed or something like that. He shrank from the air from the air conditioner, and was only as long as my prick. My penis still did not calm down after seeing his mother, and was 10 inches long (25 cm). When it rises completely, it reaches into the valley more than a foot (30 cm.), And the size of a large cucumber. The only other penis I saw in my life was the penis of our domestic bull, and it seemed to me that I had a small penis on its background. Tristan was not just smaller than mine, his penis, it seems, was not a third as big as mine.

“Come on, let's go,” he said, waving to me, urging me to go with me.

I took off my shirt and threw it on the bed. We went to the pool. At first, Tristan seemed to be upset about something, but it quickly passed, and we had a lot of fun splashing around in the pool. I could not swim, so I stood in shallow water in the pool.

His mother made a few sandwiches. She was dressed in a strict, solid, bathing suit, but her incredible body was hard to hide, and she still looked fantastic. Tristan got out of the pool and immediately began to eat sandwiches.

I climbed the stairs from the pool, and I was immediately embarrassed when I saw that Mrs. Jones was studying my body just like I was. Her gaze settled on my crotch ...