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The Gregsons - 3
By Erosscribe (erossscribe@mac.com)
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The continuing adventure of John Smith, hired by his
Aunt to serve as chaperone to her five children and
their friends at the Gregson Family summer home on
Mount Desert Island. (MF-teens, bi, exh, 1st, oral,
anal, mast, rom)
***
This work is dedicated to Shannon, Cass, Karly, Kayla,
Danielle, Britt, Jess, Alanna and last but certainly
not least, Nikki.
Story Characters
Elmer Vanderhoven, 68
Gudrun Vanderhoven, 62
Richard/Sunbird Smith 1945-1982
Susan Henderson/Moonflower Smith 1945-1982
Mary Smith (nee Vanderhoven), 41
Bob Smith, 45
Me (John Smith), 18
Abigail Smith, 43
Adam Grossberg, 46
Lauren Smith-Grossberg, 20
Lisa Vanderhoven / Anneliese Gregson, 35
Archibald Gregson III, 63
Amelia Gregson, 15
Amanda Gregson, 13
Melinda and Melissa Gregson, (twins) 11
Llewellyn Gregson (Lil), 9
Rolf Pflaumzeit, 38
Clara Pflaumzeit, 36
Ione Pflaumzeit, 14
Hannah and Heidi Pflaumzeit (twins), 10
Hiltraud Berg (Pflaumzeit former Nanny), 52
Olga Teufelhausen (Gregson former Nanny), 57
Robert aka James aka Alfred Harrington, 66 (Chauffeur)
Reginald Butler, 55 (Butler)
Jacques Bellamont, 33 (Chef)
Brynja Bjartursdottir, 22 (Housekeeper)
Unnur Bjartursdottir, 21 (Housekeeper)
Soleil Bingham, 19 (Gardener)
Zoe Griffiths, 20 (Islander/Gardener)
In This Chapter:
Me (John Smith), 18
Soleil Bingham, 19 (Gardener)
Robert aka James aka Alfred Harrington, 66 (Chauffeur)
Chapter III: The Limousine Ride
As soon as Robert opened the limo door, I just crashed.
I’d been up since 5 AM, I hadn’t gotten much sleep the
night before and I was done. All I wanted was some
sleep before we got to New York. I let my body fall
forward onto the long black leather bench seat, feeling
my face hit the softest, buttery-est surface I’d every
experienced. "So this is how rich people live," I
thought. "I could get used to this." Then the leather
spoke. "Mmmmmmmm- that feels nice. You can stay there
for as long as you want." This was followed by a
beautiful, soft laugh, almost like the ringing of a
bell. Scrambling up to a sitting position, I was
greeted with "Surprise! I’m Soleil Bingham (as in
Cirque du) and you’ve already met my thigh. "Another
beautiful laugh escaped her lips. My eyes adjusting to
the dim light, I was able to make out the speaker. She
was lovely, in a coltish sort of way. Think of Liv
Tyler in Stealing Beauty and you’ll get an idea. She
was wearing a lavender cotton sarong dress with a
pattern of people all over it, people of all colors and
shapes. It had to be the sheerest cotton I’ve ever
seen, and with the air conditioning on her little hard
nipples were clearly visible through the material.
"Yes, those are my nipples, silly boy. They say hello
as well." She giggled at me as I turned a deep
scarlet. "To think, you’ve met my thigh and nipples
already and you haven’t even introduced yourself." I
try to be suave. "Hi, I’m John Smith." Unfortunately,
my voice cracks between John and Smith., prompting a
laugh from both of us. "I have a favor to ask, John
Smith." Soleil said mischievously. "Could you stop
being such a boy and describe the rest of me to your
readers?"
I sit, silently embarrassed as Soleil grabs the
notebook. Here’s what she writes: "She also has lovely
hazel eyes, which at the moment seem to have a greenish
tint, and long, thick black dreads about 3/4 of the way
down her back. It’s hard to tell as she’s sitting down,
but I would guess she’s about 5’8". Taking a quick scan
of her body I would imagine her to be about 125 – 130
pounds, and the abovementioned nipples rest on top of
creamy breasts that are no bigger than 32b. If today is
representative, Soleil appears to be allergic to
underwear. Much better," she says with a grin, as the
notebook is tossed back in my lap. An awkward silence
ensues, but Soleil finally breaks it – which was good,
since my brain had pretty much shut down.
"So, it seems we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, as
I’m starting my first year at Hampshire this fall too.
Here’s my deal: I went to Stuyvesant, got into
Hampshire a year ago March, and realized that I went
straight to college after high school I would lose my
mind. So I got deferred for a year, went and hiked in
Nepal, Bhutan and Tibet for a few months, and when it
got cold I convinced one of my friends parents to let
me crash in their beachfront condo in Bora Bora for
awhile. I worked as a bartender on the beach and then
came back to Manhattan right after New Years. My
parents live in the same building as the Gregsons and
they’ve been friends forever. They laid down this heavy
trip about how I wasn’t going to live in their house
and do nothing, so Anneliese gave me a job. I think the
whole hippie look really works for her, and since she
knows my family it’s like slumming minus the danger."
I take a deep breath, figuring I should return serve,
when she stops me. "I have a better game," she says
with twinkling eyes. "Let me guess things about you and
you can tell me if I’m right. "Let’s see: You’re a
virgin, and you had an incredibly bad gf relationship
when you were 13. I’m thinking the infamous blowjob
with braces deal, but that’s just a guess. You made out
with your swoonworthy lesbian older cousin. You say you
aren’t really interested in relationships because it
would interfere with making art, but yet you really
don’t want to be a virgin anymore. You hope this summer
can change that. You go to an alternative school, where
you are interested in fine and visual arts and are
captain of a very ad hoc volleyball team. You thought
the 18 year-old version of Anneliese was hot. Currently
your favorite album is Mika’s Life in Cartoon Motion
and you are reading The Dancing Wu Li Masters by Gary
Zukav because your Dad gave it to you. Did I miss
anything?" My mouth drops open as I manage to croak,
"Have you been spying on me?" "Well, not exactly
spying, just taking advantage of an invitation. "What
do you mean?" "Think, you cute boy you - I know you
can. We are both what?" Head spinning, I mutter "Going
to Hampshire." "And what’s on the Hampshire website?"
"The forum for incoming students/ class of
’11.""Right.""And when you post on the forum (and you
post a lot), what do you always invite people to do? I
suddenly get it – at least some of it. "Add me to their
facebook or myspace friends." "And what’s on your
myspace account? "My…..oh Christ, my blog….""Ding ding
ding! You win the prize." I recover enough to feign
outrage. "What do you do, just roam around Myspace
reading random blogs?" "No, only those of hot virgin
boys who have 50 question gf applications," she grins
wickedly.
Now I drop my head, unable even to look at Soleil, yet
as I do so I feel myself getting hard. She leans down
and whispers in my ear "I think you\re pretty hot, but
it’ll be hard for me to answer some of those questions
with you all hunched over like that." As exhausted as I
am, I sit straight up, slamming my head into the back
of the seat, and causing her to giggle. "Easy boy, I’m
not going anywhere," she smiles. "You seem fond of my
nipples – would you like to touch them?" Without
waiting for an answer, Soleil takes my left hand and
puts it on her breast. "What are you doing?" I hiss.
"Robert will see!" "Not an exhibitionist, eh? We’ll
work on that. But for now…" She hits a button on the
armrest and a sheet of glass rises closing off the
space between the front and back seats, running all the
way from the top of the front seatback to the
headliner. "So?" I whisper. He can still see us."
"Alright, alright," Soleil groans. She hits another
button and I watch the glass turn from clear, to
opaque, to brown and finally to black." For you I’ll
even switch off the video camera." Another button is
pushed and I hear a motor whirring down. "You are
ruining most of Alfred’s fun, you realize." Soleil
looks severely at me. "What do you mean by most?" I
ask. "Well, if you haven’t figured it out yet – He’s a
voyeur." "And?" I prompt. In response, Soleil begins to
whistle my favorite song from when I was five -- N
Sync’s "Bye, Bye Bye"… ( Hey, I was 5.) I’m so confused
I stammer, "Huh? What? You want me to stop touching
you? Didn’t you…?" She laughs her bell-like laugh
again. "Homonyms, dear boy, homonyms." The light
finally goes on in my head… " h! You mean Robert? She
cuts me off. " And Archibald, and Anneliese, and Brynja
and Reginald and Jacques and yes, even moi." "You
all…?" I say, a bit stunned. Soleil replies, "Don’t you
know that the rich are the kinkiest people alive? They
can afford to be. Rules don’t apply to them. Or at
least they think they don’t." Suspiciously I ask,
"Wait- aren’t you just the gardener? How do you know
all of these things?" "Let’s just say I’m a very
specialized gardener. I take very good care of bushes
and have a special talent for making things grow,"
Soleil grins mischievously. As I open my mouth to
respond, she slips the top of her sarong dress off of
her shoulders and slides her nipple into my mouth.
Without even thinking about it I begin to suck. She
sighs happily, looking over at me. "What a good boy you
are." I try to smile as I suckle, my hand reaching out
to rub her other breast, as she trails her fingers down
my shirt. Lower and lower they go, resting on the
button to my jeans, as I begin to pinch and squeeze her
other nipple with my hand She moans low, pushing her
lovely 32a boobs into my hands "Hips up!" she orders. I
raise my hips and Soleil gently but quickly pulls my
jeans and boxers down to my knees. I stop sucking and
begin to twist and pull both nipples with my hands,
kissing her hard, exploring her mouth with my tongue.
She growls deep into my mouth and I realize that a girl
is about to touch my circumcised cock for the first
time. I am harder and hotter than I’ve ever been, as so
I kiss and tug more, wanting her to feel at least as
good as I do. The very minute her velvet soft hand
touches my cockhead I cum hard, body thrashing,
shooting all over her hand and the glass partition.
I pull away from her, put my head in my hands and begin
to cry. Slowly she drapes an arm around my back, asking
sweetly "Hey, hey, hon. What’s wrong?" I sob "You were
wrong about the blowjob.. No...one’s.. ever... before…
You… seem.. so experienced and now you probably think…
I’m some sort of baby…." At this point I dissolve into
tears. Soleil holds me tight, whispering, It’s ok. It’s
ok.. It’s ok… I was really the first person to touch
it? I’m honored sweetie… I think you are gorgeous and
smart and you have a beautiful cock, and no, I don’t
think you’re a baby. Did you ever touch a girl’s breast
before? " I’ve seen them, I reply honestly, but yours
are the first." "Wow." is all she can say. Soleil looks
at me gently and says, "I have an idea. Let’s get you
out of the rest of these clothes, and I’ll just play
with you tonight." At this comment my cock spring to
life again. "Seems like someone likes the idea," Soleil
giggles. I stop her and say, " I’ll only get naked if
you’ll join me." " I thought you’d never ask." She
wiggles out of the bottom of her sarong dress and sits
next to me, pulling my rugby shirt over my head. I look
at the gorgeous girl sitting next to me and whisper
"Are you an exhibitionist?" She winks, and to my own
disbelief, I reach over and hit the button that
activates the camera. Soleil breaks out into a big
smile, and pulls me to her, holding me tight.
" Hold on a sec, " she exclaims. Grabbing her bag and
rifling through it, she pulls out a thick sheaf of
papers. " Here are the important ones, for right now,"
she says., handing me the top two. The first says
Soleil Bingham and has a list of what seem to be
medical tests, all marked negative or within normal
range. The second has my name and the same list of
tests, with a few exceptions. My results are all marked
negative or within normal range as well. " STD and
HIV/AIDS testing, silly. We all get them done every six
weeks – just to be sure. We’re all clean, including
you. We were pretty sure about you, but we needed the
evidence. Soleil gives me a reassuring smile.
"But….Huh? What? I don’t remember being tested." Soleil
lightly runs her nails up and down my chest as I moan.
" Do you remember how the school asked you to go to a
different doctor for your physical? They said that they
were thinking of hiring a second school physician, and
since you were known to be fairly healthy, it would
give them a chance to observe this doctor’s work
without any major complicating factors?" I nod, trying
to figure out what comes next. " Remember how the
doctor seemed to work very slowly? How he seemed to
take more blood than usual? When you questioned him he
replied he was just being thorough?" "Yes," I say
slowly as Soleil moves to rubbing my back. " Well, that
was the HIV/STD battery, and here are the results." "
"But that’s illegal! Those results are confidential!" I
say in righteous outrage. "Remember what I said before,
John. Nothing’s illegal f you have enough money.
Anneliese found someone she thought might be receptive,
a name your mother gave her, actually -- and he was."
"My mother??" "Everything will become clear in time,
John." "I want the whole story!" I say furiously. Now!"
" When we get to the house, I promise.." Most of the
story is Anneliese’s to tell, in any case. Just one
more thing." She rummages in her bag once more and
pulls out a laminated card on a lanyard. The card has
my name and a rainbow with a smiley face under it. "
Lil designed it," she chuckles. It lets everyone know
that you are safe to play with. You only get one, so
take good care of it."
My mind flashes back to last fall. " That’s what I
found in Mom’s bedroom drawer." Soleil looks alarmed."
What did she tell you?" " She told me it was from a
revolutionary feminisms conference she attended, where
it was posited that pacifism is the only true feminist
path toward ending patriarchy, as physical violence is
located in the male. I still remember the Audre Lorde
quote she shared with me. " The master’s tools will
never bring down the master’s house." Soleil nods
approvingly. " Your mom is not only brilliant, she
thinks fast as well, I see. But now to the real
question, "Why were you in your mother’s bedroom in the
first place?" I blush and stammer, muttering, "I was
liberating a toy." "Liberating, eh" Soleil fixes me
with a gaze. " I thought you were a virgin. " Why do
you think I needed a toy?" She laughs her bell-like
laugh. " Touché. Now tell me about this toy."" It.. um
… is a… vibrator and it fits me perfectly. 5 different
sorts of pulses and about 8 speeds. It feels
wonderful." I can’t believe I’m telling anybody this,
but before I can say anything else I feel Soleil’s
tongue licking my cockhead. " As good as this?" she
asks. No- mmmmm-- please don’t stop, I plead." She
giggles and goes back to licking, putting my hand on
her pussy. Just play with it, sweetie. Whatever comes
to mind." "I tentatively rub one finger up and down her
slit and am rewarded with a moan. I try rubbing the
outer lips and she speeds up on her licking of my cock.
I pinch the outer lips, watching them swell, and rub my
guitar –playing thumbnail along the edge along the edge
of the lips as she hisses along my cock, beginning to
thrust her hips toward my finger. I feel a surge of
pride, knowing I can do this to girl, as a button is
pressed and I feel the back of the bench seat fold
down, until we are lying on a large black leather bed.
Soleil stops and rolls to her back, spreading her legs
wide and smiling up at me. "You are very good for a
first-timer, you know that?? Now it’s lesson time."
Feel all over my cunt. See how wet it is?" I run my
fingers along and notice that it is sopping. "That’s
all you, sweetie." She grins. Now, I want you to feel
around for a little hole, an opening in all of the
folds. I do as I’m told. "Slide a finger in there.’ I
start to, tentatively. It is the most wonderful feeling
the world - like hot, wet velvet." " It’s ok, hun, you
can slide deeper. Ohhhhhh.. Keep going. Please. Twist
the finger back and forth. Further in. Ahhhh. In and
out now." She’s moaning and wriggling. Faster. Deeper.
Put another finger in." I look up quizzically. "Just do
it, dammit. I slide another one in next to the first
and begin to pump them in and out, harder now- not sure
if this is ok. "YESSSSS….. Keep doing exactly that.
Harder.. Deeper… Fuck me…." Soleil is chanting ‘Harder,
deeper, Fuck me" over and over again like a mantra, and
so I begin to jam my fingers in and out of her. I look
at her face and realize I am about to make a girl cum.
Not sure what to do, take a "third finger and slide it
in next to the first two, as she screams and begins to
shake, her pussy contracting all over my hand. I
pumping my fingers in and out, over and over again, as
much as I can while she spasms. A rollercoaster-type
pattern emerges. She’ll go up and up and up and then
over, but if I catch her just in time I can make her go
higher before she comes down. So I keep her on this
ride, watching her cum and writhe and moan. I run my
pinky along the outside of her pussy until I come to a
bump, just underneath the surface. My anatomy class
lessons taught me that this is the clitoris and it has
many many nerve endings. I wait 'til my fingers have
got her at the top of the rollercoaster and lean down
and take the little pouch in my mouth, sucking hard on
it. Soleil absolutely EXPLODES, screaming and bucking
and moaning and gasping, cumming over and over and over
again. I’m a little scared, actually, but I slide my
fingers out of her, let go of her pouch and put my
mouth to her pussy, licking up all of the juices I can
find It’s nothing like I expected – she tastes like a
cross between pineapple juice and a mango, which happen
to be two of my favorite things in the world. I lick
and suck all over, wanting more, until she suddenly
pushes my head away and pulls me up on her, al in the
same motion.
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, worried. " Wrong?
Oh god, no. You are incredible. That was absolutely,
amazingly wonderful," Soleil gasps as her breathing
slowly returns to normal. "Where did you learn to do
that?" I just watched you and tried stuff like you
said."’ I haven’t cum that hard in months.. My god, you
are a treasure. Would you do me a favor and kiss me so
I can taste myself?" Oooh- I like that idea," I reply.
" You taste wonderful, though. Kinda like a mix of
pineapple juice and mangoes." "Shut up and kiss me." I
go to kiss her gently, but she grabs my head and holds
it there, kissing me hard, shoving her tongue in my
mouth and exploring, sucking her juices off my tongue
until I respond and kiss her fiercely. It seemed like
we were locked in this position for at least twenty
minutes. I reached out to rub her 32a breasts and she
moaned into my mouth, nodding to let me know it was ok.
I must have explored every single crevice of her mouth,
and she mine, before we broke the kiss and stared at
each other, panting.
For a small woman she was surprisingly strong, and she
tossed me on my back, turned to face me and hunched
over my cock, sliding down it until I was buried in
her. It was the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had.
So tight and warm and wet and…. She starts bouncing
like she’s on the horse rides outside Kmart. Ohhh Myyyy
Goddd! I pretend I’m a calliope pony and thrust up to
meet her as she comes down. That feels even better, and
I hear her moan, so I keep doing it, fast and then
slow, all the while encased the warmest, wettest tunnel
I’ve ever felt. Soleil reaches forward and grabs my
shoulders, and I immediately put my mouth to her
nipples and begin to suck. I’m not sure where that came
from - it seemed like a hard-wired response. In the
middle of this crazed fucking, an image of Chubby
Checker ( I’m a big fan of the old Ed Sullivan show)
comes into my mind, and I wonder what would happen if I
tried to twist my hips. I need to cum now more than I
ever have, and this might just do the trick. I twist my
hips hard back and forth and feel my cock brush
Soleil’s clit. She goes absolutely still for a second
and then squeezes my cock hard with her pussy. I begin
to cum, growling and hissing, cumming harder and longer
and more voluminously I than I’ve ever cum in my life
She throws her head back, howls, and begins to cum all
over again, rocking and shaking and bucking and
screaming, drenching my cock in her juices, which sets
me off all over again.
I disappear in to cumming-space for awhile, just
floating and feeling. When I begin to come back to
myself, I look over at the gorgeous woman in front of
me. She is gasping and panting and smiling as she flops
forward onto my chest, my cock softening inside her.
Soleil looks at me, her eyes glistening, and whispers
"You are a fucking natural, aren’t you?" The unintended
double entendre makes us both laugh as I take her I my
arms. ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby," I growl as I
hold her tight. "What does that mean," she asks
seductively? "I have no clue," I shrug. It just seemed
like the right thing to say in the moment." Soleil
rolls off me as we both burst out laughing. As the
laughter subsides, she turns to me and asks " Now where
did you learn to do THAT, young man?" I blush and say,
" State fairs and the Ed Sullivan Show." "Huh?" In my
best John Facenda imitation I intone, "Everything will
become clear in time, Soleil," and stick out my tongue.
We snuggle together, and then she looks up at me and
quietly asks "Would you tell me about the gf disaster,
sweetie? I don’t understand how anyone could not be
helplessly in love with you." She leans in and kisses
my cheek. "Hold on a sec, love -- there’s something I
have to try." Soleil looks hurt until I climb between
her legs and begin to carefully and gently lick her
pussy, cleaning out all of our mixed juices. She sighs
and stretches, cat-like, as I point my tonguetip into
every nook and cranny, making sure she is perfectly
clean. I lean up and kiss her, feeding her our
admixture, saying Service with a smile." Soleil grins
and kisses me deep and gently, lazily taking my
offering. " "Now it’s my turn," she says with a wicked
grin. I smile back and crawl over behind her head,
sitting up on my knees and feeding her my cock.. "Ooo…
I like this idea." As she starts to lick I begin. "The
gf disaster story. Well, her name was Polly and we met
in the spring of 8th Grade. I was still going to school
in Berkeley then. She was new to Berkeley, having just
moved there that fall and pretty much kept to herself.
We were friends first, and we just liked being around
each other. She was cute and funny and smart. I
remember walking down the hall with and holding hands,
leaving notes in each other’s lockers, - innocent
stuff.
Soleil lets my cock out of her mouth long enough to
murmur "I love the way you tell stories." "Isn’t my
cock clean by now, woman?" I kiddingly bark. "It can
always be cleaner," Soleil gives me a big smile and
returns to her ministrations. I moan quietly and rub
her head. "Back to Polly. She wasn’t physical at all.
No cuddling or hugging, just handholding. We have one
of those school in-service days coming up,, the ones
where you only go for the morning and get out at lunch
time. Being the bad kids we are, Polly and I decide we
will both forget to tell our parents that it’s only a
half day and hang out together that afternoon. Walk
around Berkeley, go to the park, something fun. No real
plan. Soleil lets my cock out of her mouth, explaining
" My lips and tongue are starting to hurt., sweetie.
You wouldn’t think I was too much of a freak if I just
played with it, would you? I just really like having it
around," she giggles. "I like this news. Play away," I
grin broadly. So it’s a beautiful day in Berkeley and
Polly and I end up in People’s Park. We’re just quietly
sitting there on a park bench when she cuddles up to me
and puts her head on my shoulder. This seems like a
positive development to me, so I wait for a bit, and
then turn my head and lean in to kiss her. Before I can
get close to her lips, she grabs me by the shoulders,
stands me up, knees me in the solar plexus and then
hits me with a perfect right cross, snapping my head
back. I think I was unconscious before my body hit the
bike path." Soleil pulls me down to her. "Honey, that’s
horrible. I’m so sorry." "That’s not even the bad part
- it gets worse." "Really?" So I come to, and there’s
a crowd of people around me. Joggers, Park Police, an
ambulance some passerby called. All kinds of people.
It’s at this point that the city police come over and
inform me that Polly is accusing me of attempting to
rape her, and I need to come down to the station."
"WHAT???" I stroke Soleil’s face. "It’s ok. I’m
still here right?" So I go down to the station, and the
cops cal my parents, and Mom gets ahold of her favorite
Marxist attorney who is then dispatched to represent
me." "Huh?" "Yup. So there I am with my lawyer and the
police, and they begin to question me about why I did
it. I reply I didn’t do anything. They ask why someone
would be accusing me if I didn’t do anything. I reply I
don’t know. This goes around and around, and I’m
getting more and more scared the longer the questioning
goes on. After about two hours of this, my lawyer is
informed that Polly and her family are dropping all
charges. The explanation came much later.
It seems that after Polly knocked me cold she was
afraid I would press assault charges, so she figured
she should make something up before I woke up " Um,
hun- that doesn’t really answer the major question here
-- why did she knock you out in the first place? "It’s
actually really sad. It turned out that Polly was from
Toledo, and when she was eleven she was kidnapped from
a park in the middle of the day, dragged into an alley
and raped. Her family tried to stay in Toledo but it
was too hard for her, so they moved out to Berkeley. I
was the first person Polly had gotten close to since
the kidnapping. Somehow, when we were sitting in the
park, between the time of day, the angle of the light
and the way I leaned I to kiss her," " "Polly had a
flashback, thought you were the kidnapper and kicked
the shit out of you," Soleil finishes glumly, pulling
me tight against her body. I’m so sorry I made fun of
you before - that is the worst bad relationship story I
ever heard,. I’m sorry you had to go through that. You
don’t have to worry about me, though. I love sex -- and
I especially like it with you.," I blush as I feel
myself getting hard. " Are you still wet, hun?" " I
wasn’t until you just got hard again- but here, feel. I
reach down and check her pussy with my hand, rubbing my
palm over her mound and then sliding a finger inside.
"Mmmmm – you are nice and wet. I slide my finger out
and suck the juices off.
Sliding down, I begin to play some more, just exploring
the mystery of it all. A slit to play with, to run my
fingers up and down. Unimaginable such a thing could
ever open, but it does. A public bone to press on as
Soleil emits a groan. The loveliest, pinkest outer lips
to pinch, rub and lick, I think, as I slide my tongue
along it. Folds upon folds upon folds opening, puffing
up like a flower blooming. Soleil moans as I keep
exploring., moving to the inner lips, watching them
engorge as I lick and rub, feeling Soleil begin to
thrash. " Not yet honey, I’ve got much more in store
for you," I smile wickedly. Slowly I lick around the
entrance to the pussy, finding the clit hood with the
other hand and gently pushing it back as my tongue
trails down and away from her pussy opening. "Hands and
knees, my sweet," I whisper. As this beautiful girl
climbs to her hands and knees I run my tongue up her
crack, circling her asshole as I slide a finger around
and around the opening to her pussy, and then sliding
both my tongue and finger in at the same time, gently
fucking her. Soleil moans and thrashes as I think again
and slide my finger out of her to better concentrate on
exploring her asshole, flicking my tongue all about.
She looks back at me and moans, "fingers." "I hold up a
fist and she nods frantically. Putting the fist against
her opening I work my tongue in deeper and deeper,
wiggling it until it fills her. I slowly rock my fist
at her pussy opening as I begin to tongue fuck her ass,
feeling resistance at first but then release as her
pussy opens up, letting all of my fist in as I work her
ass faster and faster, my whole fist now inside her
pussy, rocking back and forth. Changing things up a
bit, I slide my tongue out as my fist goes deeper, up
to the wrist know, and then pull back with my fist as
my tongue drives deep inside her, one hole always full.
I fuck her fast and deep now as I feel her come closer
and closer to the edge, whining and squealing,
squeezing her ass tight around my fist and cumming in a
gigantic explosion of juice and sound. As her ass
spasms her pussy relaxes and my tongue thrusts all the
way in, setting her off again, rocking her back and
forth as she cums, each successive cum longer and
harder until they meld into one continuous buck and
scream,. As she reaches her absolute height she propels
herself across the bed,, yanking my tongue out of her
with a pop, tightening her pussy on my fist and using
it as a lever, so that I land in front of her on my
side and her head crashes into my rib cage. As I look
up I see that Soleil’s eyes are wet and she is still
spasming on my fist.
As she stops shaking she very slowly pulls my fist out
of her and crawls into the corner, sobbing. I crawl
over to her, concerned, " Soleil, hun?" but she refuses
to even look at me. Finally she speaks. " I don’t know
if you can understand this, John, but I have two things
to say to you. Don’t ever do that to me again. Never
ever ever stop doing that. I have never cum so hard in
my life, or so often. I actually thought I wouldn’t
stop, ever, that I had been turned into a cumming
machine. It was wonderful and horrible all at the same
time. Soleil turns to face me. You pushed me to the
edge of my sanity, and now I know I can go that far.
Soleil collapses against my chest as I stroke her hair.
"I’ve had one set of fingers in there a few years ago,
hun, but usually my ass is exit only. You couldn’t have
known that - and I’m so glad you didn’t. Can I try
something?" "Whatever you want, lover." Soleil grabs
my head and kisses me hard pushing my mouth open and
sucking my tongue. "Hmm. A little funky, but not
nearly as bad as I expected," she winks. John, I know
we just met and we just had sex, and it’s such a
cliché, but I think I’m falling in love with you.. Is
that, um. alright?" Soleil’s whole body blushes and she
curls into a ball, afraid of my answer. Choked up, I
whisper, "Only if it’s alright for me to be falling in
love with you too, " and grin. Her whole body relaxes
and unfolds as she slides me on top of her, wrapping
her arms around me and stroking my face. We lie there,
silently wrapped in each other, grinning idiotically.
This lasts for at least a half hour, until I notice the
limo pulling off the Interstate and into a small town,
finally stopping by a row of bushes in a darkened park.
Soleil feels me tense up and strokes my forehead. "It’s
OK, hun. Robert just wants some fun too. Go up to the
front for a bit. I promise I’m not going anywhere," she
smiles dreamily.
Reluctantly, I climb out of the back se and walk up to
the front, sliding in next to Robert. Looking over, I
notice he has his pants around his ankles, his hard
cock out, and is stroking like as madman. "Master
John, not all of us are as young and handsome as you
are. Some, like me, must take their pleasures where
they can. May I ask a favor? Would you stroke my hard
cock for me?" After considering the offer for a moment,
I reach out and make a loose fist, gently sliding it up
and down Robert’s cock. " Ohh yess, dear boy, that is
lovely. Please keep going. There is something I need to
tell you. As part of my agreement with Master
Archibald, I get summers off. You are my final pickup
until the family returns home in August. You and Soleil
will be driving this summer, though not the limousine,
of course. That gets parked for the summer..Mmmmmmm-
yesss, So close." I bend down and kiss the head of
Robert’s cock, causing him to cum against the roof of
my mouth. "Yesss dear boy – that was wonderful. You
have made an old man very happy." I hold as much cum I
my mouth as I can and kiss Robert, feeding it back to
him.. " After we break the kiss, I look down at his
groin. "Robert, even if you think you are old, your
cock seems not to know it. It’s still semi-hard," I
grin wickedly. With an embarrassed smile Robert
replies, My ability to cum more than once is one of the
things I pride myself on, Master John."" Let me get
this straight. You are a servant, and have to follow my
orders, correct? "Robert sighs, Yes, Master John." Do
you pride yourself on your ability to focus even when
many things are happening around you?" " Why yes,
Master John." "Then drive Soleil and I home." "As you
wish, Master John." The moment we pay the toll and get
back on the Interstate, I lean over and take Robert’s
cock in my mouth, licking and sucking it. " Why Master
John I shouldn’t - you shouldn’t… well, at least give
me a moment to turn off the cameras. " I stop for a
second as Robert flicks a switch, look him straight in
the eye and say " you will not cum until we are parked
in the garage, understood?" "Why, y-y-y-yes Master
John." I lick al over Robert’s uncircumcised cock,
first pulling back the skin and licking all over the
head, and then using my lips to hum up and down the
shaft. I do everything I can think of, thoroughly
enjoying myself. I lick and nibble the underside of the
head, rub and kiss his balls, try deepthroating him
(which isn’t all that successful as my gag reflex gets
in the way) slide my tongue in his peehole and lick
under his balls. I can feel him getting harder and
harder and closer and closer, so I squeeze his cock
hard to stop him and then start all over again. Somehow
the limo stays on the road as we enter Manhattan, at
which point I lick up and down faster and stroke his
balls I gently tickle his taint with a finger from the
other hand, and as we enter the underground parking lot
for 10 Gracie Square I slide a finger in Robert’s
asshole, causing him to shoot explosively and
repeatedly into my mouth. Hungrily I drink up all I can
and then kiss him, letting him taste himself. He zips
up and tucks in, trying to look presentable, and
together we walk over to the back seat. Soleil lies
Robert down on our leather bed, undresses him
completely, even going so far as to remove a thong from
his ass, and gives him a fresh set of clothes -- A pair
of boxer shorts, Khaki pants, a three button Polo, and
tan loafers. I look at Robert and asked "Where are you
going for the summer?" He replies, " No one knows, and
no one ever will. I am officially on vacation."
With that he walks over to one of the most beautiful
Jaguars I have ever seen. It’s a 1973 British Racing
Green V12 E Series convertible. Starting it up and
giving us one last wave, he drives away. Soleil takes
a laundry bag, put Robert’s uniform in it, and grabs
my bags. Before I can protest she links her arm in
mine and walks us to the elevator, which happens to
be open. As it heads up toward Anneliese and Archibald’s
floor, she shoves me into the corner and kisses me
madly, but with enough control that we look somewhat
respectable as the doors open and I ring Anneliese
and Archibald’s doorbell.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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