Eating Out with Bea Shrunken First Semester chapter 18 by maximally

"That does sound like an awful lot of fun." Victoria bit her lip. "But I should probably go check in with Bea."

"Bea? Like, Queen Bea?" Crystal gasped, nearly dropping her phone. "Bea Clydesdale?"

"That's the one," said Victoria, her smile growing at her old friend's campus moniker. "We go way back."

"Specifically, to Mom's lesbian phase," Izzy giggled. "Right, Mom?"

"Oh, hush," Victoria scoffed. "It's not my fault your stepfather's such a cold fish in bed."

"You two are priceless." Glancing between mother and daughter, Crystal looked thoroughly stunned. "Izzy, you still down to go?"

"Yeah!" Izzy nodded eagerly. "I guess I'll catch up with you later, Mom?"

"I wouldn't wait up for me." Fishing the key to her room out of her cleavage, Victoria shot her daughter a knowing wink.

"Alright, alright," said Izzy, shrugging. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."  

"I think I can handle that." Victoria stepped forward to give her daughter a quick hug, then turned toward the door. "Be safe, have fun, all that."

"Yes, Mom," Izzy chuckled.

"Sorry," said Victoria. "Force of habit."

*

Five minutes later, Victoria was headed over to check in with Bea. Meanwhile, Max remained stashed in his stepmom's ass. It remained hard for him to believe that he'd been reduced to acting like this. Still, it beat being forced to endure the stares of his peers on the walk across campus.

As the Mexican MILF sauntered through the quad, once again drawing the eyes of every undergrad with a pulse, the three-inch young man pressed up against her asshole tried to mentally prepare himself for whatever was about to happen in Bea's office. Based on his stepmom's first interaction with her old friend, he had a feeling that the palpable sexual tension between the two mature amazons wouldn't go unaddressed much longer—and he knew that he was going to be right in the middle of the action when, not if, that happened. The only upside of tagging along with his stepmom like this was that it had saved him from an evening of even more humiliation at the hands (and feet, and butts) of Izzy and Crystal, but he was unsure how much that would be worth in the face of all the discomfort to come.

When Victoria finally made it over to the administrative building, breezing past Bea's mousy assistant, she found the president of Ventus right where she'd left her yesterday afternoon—up in her office, seated at her desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. She even seemed to be wearing the same white blouse and gray pinstripe suit, though both were now damp with sweat.

"Hey there," said Victoria, announcing her presence in the doorway with a knock. "Is now a good time?"

"For you?" Looking up from her work, Bea smiled. "Always. Nice outfit."

"Oh, thanks." Acknowledging her similarly sweaty Ventus tank top and booty shorts, Victoria smiled back. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

"Actually, no." Bea's eyes drank in the sight of her former lover's sweaty body, lingering on Victoria's pronounced nipples. "The AC's just acting up today. Sorry about that."

"It's alright," said Victoria with a shrug, knowing full well she looked good even when soaking wet. "Reminds me of our first apartment back in LA. Remember that one big heat wave?"

"Sometimes I wonder if the landlord ever got the smell of us out of there." Bea licked her lips. "So, how was your first weekend as a freshman?"

"It was alright." Strolling up to Bea's desk, Victoria couldn't resist adding a little extra wiggle to her walk for her old friend-with-benefits's benefit. "Went to a party at House Diana. Izzy came down to drop off some of my things."

"How nice," said Bea, sneaking another unsubtle glance at Victoria's chest. "Speaking of parties… have you brought anyone back to your room yet?"

"No." Victoria leaned against Bea's desk, her grin turning wicked. "Although based on the way my daughter was making eyes at Max's old roommate this morning, I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before someone breaks that bed in. What about you?"

"Me?" Bea shook her head. "Work, work, work."

"Sounds hard." Sidling up and resting her wide-set hips right next to Bea's chair, Victoria winked. "Maybe you need a break?"

Bea nodded approvingly. "Maybe I do."

Listening in from the continually crushing confines of his stepmom's ass, Max was once again doing his best to look on the bright side. It was a skill he'd gotten plenty of experience with lately but one that was losing its effectiveness by the hour. Sure, a guy as cripplingly shy and sex-starved as Max would generally be thrilled at the prospect of third-wheeling it with two big, beautiful women like Victoria and Bea, watching from inches away as they reignited an old flame. The trouble was, one of them was his stepmom, which took some of the appeal out of that fantasy. Victoria had always been loudly and proudly sexual, which stood in stark contrast to Max's usual reserved demeanor—and after spending most of the last three days in various states of uncomfortably close proximity to her, he could tell that most of her already limited boundaries had slipped away. Whether any of those limits would hold up to the kind of afternoon that Max was now imagining, he wasn't sure. But he had a feeling he'd find out soon.

As Max continued ruminating, the two amazons made their way into Bea's personal quarters — located conveniently right behind her office — and started making out. The huge, soft embrace that followed was everything they'd been waiting for and more—even though they both knew it was just a tiny taste of things to come. From there, locking lips and groping each other with all the intensity of long-separated lovers, they wasted no time stumbling back toward Bea's bedroom.

"That's more like it," Bea purred, pulling away from Victoria, peeling herself out of her shirt, jacket and pants, and putting every inch of her massive, curvy, sweaty figure on full display.

"You said it," said Victoria, shucking off her tank top and kicking off her shorts. Even while kissing passionately, both had their priorities straight: get undressed as soon as possible. 

They didn't even make it to the bed before yanking off the rest of their clothes. They paused just outside the doors, shamelessly appraising one another, making no effort to hide their mutual excitement. Victoria tugged Bea's panties the rest of the way off and tossed them aside. Bea returned the favor, unhooking Victoria's bra with practiced ease and letting it fall to the floor. Her gaze lingered on her friend's voluptuous figure, and she licked her lips again.

A moment later, Max was snapped out of his current spiral of catastrophic thinking by the telltale shifting of his giant stepmother's hips. As the Mexican MILF's panties joined her shorts on the floor, the only thing that kept the three-inch freshman in her ass from plummeting the equivalent of several dozen feet was a last-minute clench of her cheeks. The maneuver saved Max from an unscheduled—and potentially fatal—fall, but it also dug him even further into her buttocks. Then he felt Victoria's hand coming back to retrieve him—and before he had time to react, he was back out in the open, trembling on his stepmom's palm.

"Hello, Matt." Eyeing the sweat-soaked, shrunken freshman in her friend's hand, Bea grinned. "I didn't think you'd bring him along for this."

"It's Max," said Victoria, setting her visibly uncomfortable three-inch-tall ward down on Bea's nightstand. "I hope you don't mind."

"Do you?" Bea chuckled. "While we're..."

"It's fine with me," said Victoria. "What about you, Max? I could have Zeke come get you if you want."

"Huh?" Max froze, barely managing a shrug. As much as every aspect of this situation still gave him pause, the idea of getting stuck with his old roommate — who, if Victoria was to believed, was probably just hours away from hooking up with Max's stepsister — didn't sound any better. "Oh, uh... I mean... it's fine, I guess."

"Good." Settling onto Bea's bed, Victoria offered her stepson what was supposed to be a reassuring smile. "Feel free to jerk off if you get too worked up."

Seeing the two amazons share a laugh, Max blushed from head to toe. Somehow, in a cruel parody of all the hopes and dreams he'd once had for a moment like this, his first taste of college hookup culture would be watching his stepmom and her old friend going at it. The only question now was whether he'd succumb to the uncomfortable sense of arousal that would likely follow. Imagining the shame that would go along with it, he was left to wonder if it might have been better to let Zeke take him after all.

"Glad that's settled," Bea said, crawling onto the bed and pressing her body against Victoria's. She rubbed a hand along her companion's thigh, working her way up to the mature amazon's already slippery sex. "Now... speaking of getting worked up... why don't you lay back for me?"

"I was hoping you'd say that," cooed Victoria, sitting up against the headboard and spreading her legs.

As Bea knelt down and set to work between Victoria's thighs, the Mexican MILF quickly found herself lost in a state of sopping-wet ecstasy. For all of her hundreds of conquests, few people knew the ins and outs of her body better than her old friend and her powerful, hungry tongue. Eyes closed, toes curling, and nethers on fire, she could tell that she was already edging toward an absolutely bed-shaking orgasm — doubtlessly the first of at least five or six, if their previous rendezvouses were any reference — and with one hand furiously rubbing her own clit, Bea didn't seem to be too far behind. It was almost unheard of for either of them to go more than a day or two without getting off, and both of them were very, very eager for release.

"That's more like it," Bea purred as she ran her tongue up and down Victoria's slit. Eagerly exploring her lover and herself, she seemed intent on getting the two of them off simultaneously—and they were already close. Victoria clamped a set of quivering thighs around Bea's head, bucking her hips as she was worked ever closer to the edge. 

Witnessing all of this from his front-row seat on Bea's nightstand, Max was equally disgusted and hopelessly flustered.  Despite everything, despite how uncomfortable and idiotic and humiliating it was for him to be sitting here, it was impossible to ignore the overwhelming cacophony of sensations before him. For the first time in his life, everything he could see, hear, and smell was pure, unadulterated, sweaty, stinky sex—and it was already giving him a world-class boner.

BRRRRRRRTTTTT

"Heh, sorry," Victoria breathed, relaxing her hold on the back of Bea's head. "Guess you got me a little too loosened up."

"You think I'm not used to that by now?" Without taking her lips away from Victoria's sex, Bea chuckled. "This isn't my first rodeo, girl."

Looking up at his stepmother and her friend again, Max felt a strange twinge of melancholy—perhaps recognizing that everything they were enjoying was now out of his reach, probably forever. There they were, cuddled up together, making each other feel good, and here he was, sitting on the sidelines, trying not to get hard. Even if he found a cure for his condition, he knew he'd have his work cut out for him finding a girl who'd be willing to do anything like this with him—let alone a pair of bonafide fertility goddesses like these two. It certainly hadn't happened back in high school and his first few weeks of college before all of this hadn't been much better. The whole scene was making him feel like even more of an outsider to the world of human contact than he'd ever been before. Nevertheless, he knew his current erection wasn't going anywhere any time soon—and if he was going to be stuck here either way, he supposed that he might as well enjoy it.

Sure, his world seemed more objectively pathetic by the second. Sure, his last three days had been an inescapable cycle of giant boobs and butts, and his reputation was in tatters. Sure, he was a three-inch tall shell of a human being, watching his own stepmother immersed in a level of pleasure he'd never know himself. But that last part was undeniably pretty hot—and the more he forced himself to dwell on that, appreciating the raw carnal passion before him, the more aroused he got. As Victoria let out a low, especially pronounced moan, Max let out an equally long sigh and started jacking off with all the gusto that his shrunken body could muster. 

Soon enough, when the two amazons started cumming, so did Max. The resulting orgasm was the biggest Max had had in months—possibly because it was also his first since shrinking. Of course, as soon as all the pent-up energy of the weekend came coursing out of his system, a fresh wave of shame followed, making it impossible to stick to the bright-side-thinking he'd attempted to channel while masturbating. The reality of what he'd just done wasn't simply humiliating. It was another sharp reminder of how much of a loser he'd always be. Slumping down into a little cummy puddle on the nightstand, he let out another sigh—just loud enough to attract the attention of the afterglow-bathed amazons on the bed.

"Well, well, well." As she looked over at Max, face still slick with discharge, Bea smirked. "Seems like we're not the only ones enjoying ourselves."

"Hmm?" Following Bea's gaze to the nightstand, Victoria couldn't help laughing. "Oh, my!"