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Summer of Bree: Part 2
M/F, cons


"What happened to your arm?" Dan asked. I was in a protein-filled haze as Dan had cooked anything that wouldn't keep.

I looked down and a small pattern of bruises. That was where Bree had gripped me so tightly the night before. "I, uh, think I bumped into something..."

"Heh, liar. Don't kid a kidder, Gary." Dan showed me a few marks of his own. "Bree has a grip that could dent steel. I got an arm full of these things. They never heal quite right..." he trailed off in a strange pause of sadness. "Well, enough of that."

"She's still asleep?" I asked.

"Yeah. She had a bad day and a bad night. I don't think we'll see her the rest of today."

"Oh..." Well, I was not sure how to handle seeing her again. My dick was still a little sore. "Well, I have to get going by noon. I have a 5-o'clock meeting--"

"On a Sunday?"

"... yeah, on a Sunday. A client is having us over for a lunch-slash-meeting and I want to make sure the two developers I hired know what to expect from this guy."

"Which guy?"

I smiled. "I thought we agreed not to talk about ... everything."

Dan smiled back. "I like you, Gary. Always did. Responsible, hard-working. But the young Gary also knew how to party. What happened to that Gary?"

"You've been divorced..." I let that comment linger as a hanging QED.

"Twice... but I still know how to have a good time, Gary. How come you never had kids?"

"No time."

Dan scoffed. "You make time. Bree is my most valuable client. Number one customer. While her mom was out socializing with the snob-fuckery of New England, I taught Bree how to read and count. I attended all her recitals, all her plays, and even chaperoned most of her field trips. By the time mom had to trade her ball gown to an orange jumpsuit, Bree barely missed her. Graduated top of her class, and years earlier that her peers."

I raised my coffee mug. "To the number one dad; Dan the Man."

Dan clinked his bottle of celery-flavored sparkling water to my mug in return. "Damn right. I'd protect her with my life and my bare hands. Anyone tries to hurt her, I'd pull him apart like a rotting corpse."

I swallowed hard.

"Priscilla tried to get between me and her... and look at how that worked for her..."

"Prisc--?"

"Priscilla. My ex. Bree's In Utero rental agreement. For nine month's occupancy, I got Bree with ten perfect fingers and toes."

That seemed a little callous. But I also found moments of darkened bitterness with my ex, so I let it go. I took a few healthy mouthfuls of fish and bacon.

"Well, after we're done, you might as well head out. I got the generator folks coming out and it will get ugly. That thing is supposed to WORK, dammit."

I nodded as I took a swig of coffee.

"You're coming back, right?"

I smiled a little. "I think I can pencil it in."

"Bree likes you, you know."

I nodded calmly. "Uh huh."

"Don't be scared of her. I know she bruised your arm and all, but she's a real good human being."

"I can tell. Like her dad."

Dan smiled. "What are you up to...?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You're schmoozing me... buttering me up to take advantage of me."

I started to sweat a little until Dan roared more laughter. "I'm just shitting you, Gary. Pulling your leg. Make sure you grab some fillets on your way out. Take any other meat you want; steaks, ribs... anything. Seriously, it will go bad and I really hate to toss it all."

I ate like a king for a week. I mean, I could afford to eat well, but often chose not to. Or rather, my work did. But things started to change for me. I found myself a little distracted at times, thinking about Bree. I tried not to, but I found my bed seemed larger and lonelier than it ever had. I realized that in place of my ex, I had a laptop and stacks of papers on that side. I woke up to Skype calls and IMs. I started to get a fondness for Bree that I tried to rationalize she didn't reciprocate.

"She's just a college kid," I said. "With a smoking hot sexy body," some part of me finished.

Two weeks later, I got a call. I did not recognize the number.

"Highroads Consulting and Event Management," I answered.

"Wow," said another voice. "I feel outclassed."

"Is this... Bree?" My heart jumped.

"It sure is! Daddy wants to know if you can come down this weekend."

"This weekend?" I found myself pouring through my Outlook calendar. "Uh..."

"That's the worst sounding 'yes' I ever heard."

I was flying out to Denver Sunday morning. "No, sorry... I got--"

"But I'll miss you..." she trailed off. "We had an agreement I'd treat you special..."

"I know, but... I have some clients in Aspen who are doing a migration to a new set of--"

"That sounds really boring. I don't even know what that meant, but wow... bor-ring!"

"Bree...?"

"You should come here. Spend the weekend. Dad will be sleeping."

"Bree, I... I can't..."

Bree paused for a long time. Her silence was even worse than her begging.

"These are big clients..."

"Daddy always treated me like his number one client."

"He doesn't now?"

Bree sighed. "He does. Just... he's not you..."

"Bree... how long do you think this can happen? I mean... "

"It happened just once. Not exactly a decent sample size. Give me a few tries, and I'll rock your world."

I had never had anyone come onto me like that. Both with statistical terms and sexual innuendos. "Uh..."

I could hear her smile on the phone. "See?"

"Don't you have college boys your own age?"

"And older. And they are all idiots. And don't tell me you didn't like what we did. You practically coated me with a ranch dressing."

I snorted. "Real classy," I joked.

"This and other classy pillow talk can be yours if you just come for the weekend..."

"If your dad had any idea?"

"I am real good with keeping things from him."

"That's what all kids think. I don't want to die."

"He's not as on top as you think. But I can be. Tell me something, Gary." She said that last sentence with a seductive pop in her mouth. I could almost hear her jaw open wide. "What do you think I'd do to you?"

I sighed. "How do you know your dad is not listening on--"

"This is my mobile. It's not being bugged. You know what I'd do to you, Gary?"

I should have asked what. I really shouldn't have.

"Here's what I'd do to you. I'd fuck you Gary."

I swallowed hard as my heart thumped in excitement.

"Oh, I am gonna fuck you silly. I want to feel your hark cock deep in my pussy. I'll do what it takes, Gary. I'll tie you down, I'll chase you, I'll do what it takes."

"Why?" I asked. "Why me?"

"Because you're one of the good ones."

I shook my head. "No, Bree. I am not your knight in shining armor."

"Those are for fairy tales, Gary. No, see... okay, let me explain it to you this way. I see a lot of boys around my school. I see the silly girls that cater to them. I see so much and hate most of it. I want a real man. Not some preppy mama's boy with a nice sweater and mild digestive issues. Fucking rich blue blood around here are all about status. What I want is a real man. The only knight I want is one with you naked and sweaty. The only shining armor is our sweat from passionate sex. My daddy don't fool around; what he wants, he gets. I want you, Gary."

"Bree, I am 35 years old. I am 30 pounds overweight and sleep with a laptop--"

"I am a redhead with my fingers deep in my juicy pussy. Yes. Right now. My fingers are wet and slippery and slowly circling my clit as I talk to you. I can smell my pussy. You should smell it. It's got a great musk that most men around her would faint from the power of the lust it emanates."

My cock was hard, and I felt myself a little through my boxer briefs. "Uh huh..."

"OH Gary... " she whispered. "If I asked... would you... tie me down?"

"Uh huh..." I started to stroke my erect cock through my briefs.

"I'd like to be tied down on the bed. Wrist, ankles... Blindfolded. I'd like to know you could do anything you wanted to do to me, Gary."

I was seriously stroking now. I leaned back in my bed. My dick was thick and my hand felt warm as I pumped my shaft thinking of this sexy girl tied up on the bed.

"What would you do to me?"

"I'd spank you, Bree. Spank you for being a naughty girl."

"Uh huh..." he breathing was quickening. "Then what...?"

I have to be honest, I was never a BDSM kind of guy. I never tied up anyone before. All I knew were a few catch phrases. I paused too long.

"... Gary?" she panted.

"I'd fuck the shit out of you. I'd bite you hard and make you call my name..."

"Ughhhh... hmmmm..." I listened to Bree come and then, so did I. There was about a minute of gasping.

I postponed my meeting to Tuesday. I bought a pack of condoms, lube, and wrapped them up in a pair of socks. Then on Friday, I drove the two hour trip back to ... no, not Bree. What was my friend's name?

"Dan the Man!" shouted someone I didn't know. He was one of about 20 people at Dan's party, and all of them were annoying. I was a technical designer, and did work with my hands, so to speak. These guys were all sales. How did this guy know Dan's college name? I certainly didn't recognize him. Maybe I was crabby.

"Ray!" Dan said. "Bree, meet your uncle Ray!"

Uncle Ray?

Bree barely even registered I was there. Not that I thought she should greet me by wrapping her legs around me and humping the fuck out of me at the front door, but her eye contact was cordial and very blank. I was confused, then angry and frustrated. I was even more so

"Hey Ray..." Bree replied absently. "Daddy? I am not trying to be annoying, but we're out of caviar again. Someone is pocketing it, I swear."

"That's okay--"

"No, literally. Like the tin goes missing and everything."

Dan looked around with some kind of retarded grin. "Well... let them..."

Ray laughed like Dan said the funniest thing ever. Fuck, I hated sales guys. The schmooze was so thick at this party, it lingered in the air like heavy farts. The wide grins, the blank expressions, and a phony exterior of a cocktail party postcard from 1964.

Bree rolled her eyes. We made brief eye contact, and again... nothing.

"What's in the bag, Gary?" Dan asked me, pointing to the duffel left by the front door. He was tipsy.

"I thought this party was ... well, I wasn't told it was a party, to be frank, but--"

"Mohamed!" Dan said, as if he was not aware he had just addressed me. "Meet my good old college sweetheart... no, wait..." Dan laughed at himself. "My college BUDDY... Greg!"

"Gary," I corrected him.

"Don't mind if I do!" Dan said. I didn't even know what that meant, but Mohamed laughed in that rehearsed way that set me on edge. "Gary is like, a computer... engineer?"

"I am a systems design consultant," I said, shaking Mohammed's hand angrily while he pumped mine with enthusiastic abandon. He was carrying some kind of juniper-stink in a frosted blue martini glass.

"You ah... make websites and stuff?" Mohamed asked. I realized these keywords defined the edge of his technical universe.

"I nodded. I modem FTP the Linux algorithm with cloud super-strata," I said, jumbling my words in a sarcastic loogie.

"I see!" Mohamed said, with the kind of interest one gives a retarded child. "So you invented Myspace? Hulu? Naptser? Stuff like that?"

"I invented the color for the Twitter background," I said with strict confidence. "It never existed in nature before," I explained. "I had to put blueberries in a spinner developed specifically for me by Wonka Tech. Took 30 days, separating the refractions atom by atom."

Mohamed was stunned like my words impressed him into a trance-like state. "Dan, this guy is amazing!" His drink threated to tilt to the side at any moment.

But Dan was already talking to someone else.

Eventually, I sighed. I took my duffel bag and headed back to my car. I felt foolish and angry.

"Where are you going?" Bree asked. She was outside, putting away liquor bottles in a large recycling bin.

"Home! I should have never come here."

"Okay..." she said nonchalantly. She didn't care. Psycho bitch.

"Before you go, though... all these shitheads will be gone in a few hours."

"Your dad said they were all sleeping the night."

Bree stood in front of me, blocking my way to my car. She was wearing tight biker pants and a large baggy sweatshirt, chewing on her hangnail. "Yeah, they are. Well, some. You mad?" She looked down, traced a line in the leaf litter with a toe. Then she looked up, tilting her head forward and batting her long eyelashes.

I sighed. I was, but I was also a fool. "I am... just going to go--"

She put her hand out and touched my chest. "No," she said. Her voice was more like a child who had been asked a question.

"Bree, I am not sure what kind of game--"

"Not a game, Bree. Just--" I was interrupted by a roar of approval at something back in the house.

"They'll all be passed out soon. The game is almost ending."

"Fine, I'll get my car out of their way--"

"It will be worth your while."

I looked at her. God, she was hot. Those legs! That seductive pout! I sighed again.

"Stop sighing," she said. Her fingers traced down the edge of the shirt and she gently rubbed the little fold between her legs. A spot of damp appeared. "I wanna... I wanna have you in me..."

I shook my head to clear it. "No, Bree. I can't. I just--"

"Look, don't take my behavior in there as a sign of anything. I want to keep daddy in the dark. Go up in the guest room, lock the door, I'll tell daddy you're not feeling well. K?"

"Then what?"

"Tonight, at 11:16 pm, I want you to wear a swimsuit. Go to the balcony outside your sliding glass door and follow the steps down to the pier by the water. I'll be there."

"We're taking a swim?"

"No, we're going to row to a small secluded area I know. Just the two of us."

I sighed again.

"Stop sighing, and do what I say. You'll see."

11:16 pm couldn't come soon enough.

This can't continue fast enough.

Summer of Bree: Part 3
M/F, cons, light bondage themes, mangoes

Luckily, I remembered to set my iPhone to alarm at 11:10. I got too into reading Reddit to notice the time and the lack of noise downstairs. Quickly, I tossed on a pair of swim trunks and went out to the deck. I followed the large sets of wooden stairs down the hill to the lakeside. When I got to the end of the pier, all that was there was a powerboat.

I waited. I don't know how long I waited, but it was much longer than 11:16. What an odd number to choose. The moon was full and reflected off the lake, giving everything a silverly glow.

"Underneath the mango tree me honey and me can watch for the moon..." sang a voice. It got closer. "Underneath the mango tree... Me honey and me make boolooloop soon..."

I smiled as I saw Bree pad her way to me on bare feet. She was wearing nothing but a bikini, and barely even that.

"James Bond and Dr. No," I said. "I didn't know you--"

Bree came up to me and put her finger on my lips. "Shhh..." she pantomimed. Then she beckoned me to follow her off the pier. Right underneath it was a small rowboat and a pair of oars.

"Be careful," she said. "The muddy clay here is slippery. Go slow." She half-slid, half walked into the shallow water and pulled the boat out. I followed her, wading into the cold shin-deep water. I came up behind her and gently grabbed her shoulders.

"You know how to row?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "But not since--"

"Good. Row us out to the lake." She hopped into the boat, perfectly landing in the center with very little noise.

"Oh, to be so young and athletic," I said, and tried to crawl in, only awkwardly ending up face down in a wet floor near her feet.

Bree giggled. The boat was rather cozy, and as I set up the oars her feet were between me. She laid back down on some life jackets and stretched her legs until the bottoms of her feet were on my inner thighs.

I rowed out into the open water. The moonlight glistened off her wet body. I wondered to myself, "why even wear a bikini that small?"

"Gary?" she asked.

"Yes, Bree?"

"You like my body, right?" She gently kneaded the inside of her legs with her toes. My cock swelled inside my swimsuit like a solider arising to fight.

I nodded. "Yes, Bree."

"What do you like best?"

I chuckled nervously. "I don't know. I like all of it."

"Equally?"

"I don't know... I guess."

Her toes reached the edge of my scrotum. "You have a foot fetish... Gary?"

My heart was about to explode. "No... not reall--"

Her toes started to knead around my throbbing dick like they were trying to find a small toy under a blanket. "You... want one?"

I put down the oars and pressed the balls of her feet into my erection.

"No," she said, playfully slapping my hands away with her foot. "Keep rowing. I'll set the pace with ... my footwork."

As I pulled into the stroke, she slid her foot up and down my engorged cock. I found myself thrusting into her feet as she did so, rowing so vigorously, the slashing could be heard echoing off the banks of the small lake. After a few minutes of that, I thought I would explode. I was squirming for release, but the tightness of my pants were restricting and binding my progress.

"Stop..." she said. "Here, row into this inlet."

The inlet was pitch dark under the tree cover, and the roar of frogs and insects quickly died down. Bree pulled off her bikini. Jesus Christ, even in the dim light, I had never seen a body like that. She looked even more sexy flexing her muscles to keep the boat from tipping. "Ugh, glad to get out of that. Now, Gary.... get out of those trunks."

I peeled my swimsuit off, feeling the water cool off my erection in the night air. Bree was standing in the boat, rocking it gently as she absently fingered herself. She had light pubic hair, which was probably also red; it was hard to see any color in the filtered moonlight. Everything about this girl was so raw and sexy without being slutty. Like sex came as natural to her as walking.

"Gary, you ever skinny dip?"

"No," I said.

Bree dove into the water, nearly upsetting the boat in the process. I watched her surface and shake out her hair. She looked at me. "Well?"

"Should we tie up the boat, first?"

"We'll drag it to shore. Don't be lazy, get in!"

I lazily leaned over the side of the boat and rolled into the water. For a brief moment, the lake water gurgled in mute thumps around my ears until I rolled upright and broke the surface. My hearing awoke to Bree singing the mango tree song again. She handed my a nylon cord.

"Let's tow the boat to ... over there."

We swam until the water was shallow enough to walk. The mud of the inlet was really soft, and walking was difficult. We tied up the boat to a large log and Bree swam on her back to deeper water. I followed.

As we met, she turned upright and wrapped her legs around me. The gentle scratch of her pubic hair gently rubbed my shaft. Her face locked into mine, and we kissed passionately and deeply. The strange brackish taste of the lake water combined her with sweet tongue mixed and swirled in our mouths. She paused only to gasp for air, pulling at my back skin with her fingertips.

"Oh, Gary..." she said. "I have been cumming to the thought of this moment for weeks and it's finally come true." She paused to lock her eyes deep into mine. The gentle splashes of the water between us echoed between the skin on our chests.

"Bree... I am so... you are so..."

She smiled and laughed. "I know..." She looked around. She reached down and gently cupped my cock and balls with her hand as she tried to find something.

"You... you like playing in the mud as a kid?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. Her hand was gently stroking my shaft.

"You want to have some kid fun?"

"Sure..." I said. She literally had me by the balls.

"There's a creek that comes down here that deposits a lot of really soft clay. It's creamy like butter. I like rolling around in it naked and fingering myself. Been doing it since I was a kid. Follow me..."

"Since you were a kid?" I asked, swimming slowly behind her. She was doing a gentle breast stoke, and I was staring straight at her ass bobbing in and out of the water.

"Yup. I matured early, Gary. Hit puberty at 11. I hit it back. Hard. It's gonna make me cramp? It's gonna pay me back."

I chuckled.

"Here..." she said. "Stand up."

She was right. The ground was soft and as I stood, I sank down to my knees in something that was soft and smooth. Bree and I struggled to wade to shore, splashing awkwardly as our balance tried to compensate. Every time we stood still, we sank even deeper.

"I think I'm stuck," Bree said. "I'm sinking."

"Then move around--"

"I'm tired. I'm too tired to move anymore. I am so horny, my legs are turning to rubber. I am stuck in front of you and really, if you wanted to, you could do anything to me right now."

I didn't need a second invitation. I waded up right behind her, pushed her down, and rammed my hard cock into her mound. "Like this?"

"Oh, God, Gary... you're so ... I never..."

I found what I was looking for, and slid deep into her wet pussy like a glove. The mud held us upright as I started to slide in and out.

"Fuck me Gary... oh God, yes... fuck me..." Bree's desperate voice raised in pitch as she met my rhythm. She was slamming her apple bottom into my hips, thrusting my cock deeper and deeper into that glorious holy of holies. Each push I felt my shaft slide just a little deeper, like the mud we were sinking into. I grabbed her small waist and pulled her even closer with each incoming thrust. I didn't think it was possible to be this close and this deep into another woman. We were connected almost perfectly like one being.

"Pull me up, pull me up," she begged. "By my hair." We were now so deep in the mud, her face was almost underwater. I pulled her back, and felt that her hands were between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit. "Oh yes... oh god I can't stop cumming, Gary... GARY... OH GOD... ..."

"I can't either..." I confessed, and when the moment came, I gritted my teeth and nearly pulled her upright by her head as she flexed into my exploding orgasm. "Oh, God Bree..." I saw stars and nearly passed out as wave after wave of my cum squirted deep into her nethers. "Uh... Bree... holy shiiiit..."

"Oh Gary I never came so hard... nugh... oh God... I am gonna pass out..."

I am not sure how long we stayed locked together, but finally I pulled out and tried to extricate ourselves from the swirling ooze around us. It was not easy, and we ended up laughing a lot as our sore muscles ached to free us. There was a tangle of legs and mud until finally, we were floating gently on our backs in open water.

"Gary..."

"Bree... what a nice name, Bree."

"Short for Summer Breeze," she said.

"Really?"

Bree laughed. "No. I am named after the cheese. You know, Cheddar?"

"You retard..." I said at her stupid joke.

Bree jumped on me, and pushed me under the water. We wrestled and laughed until we panted in exhaustion; two naked lovers tangled in each other and breathing hard. Soon we were face to face, holding onto the edge of the boat.

"I suppose we better get back..." I said.

"I suppose..." she replied, looking deep into my eyes. I knew that look. Part of me knew that a thousand lonely men would kill for this look from this girl, but I didn't know what to do.

"I'm cold..." I said. I struggled to get back into the small boat without tipping it over.

"Yeah..." was all she could say, looking at me as I righted myself.

"Lean back," she said, and I acted as a counterweight while she also climbed into the boat a lot more gracefully than I did.

I struggled to put my swimsuit back on as she tied her bikini back up. "Sorry," I confessed at my awkwardness. "I am a little sore."

"Heh," she agreed. "Me too. Inside and out." Both of us washed out what mud we could. It got into some pretty amazing places. Thankfully, my arms were not nearly as sore as my legs and back, and we slowly rowed back home. I docked the boat under the pier, and scrambled up the muddy slope back to the deck.

"You know... we need to clean off."

I nodded. "Yeah."

"There's a big stand-up shower in your room. Mind if I...?"

"Yeah, sure..."

We walked quietly back to the house, and through my sliding glass door. We both went to the bathroom, and in the harsh indoor light, we got a good look at one another. Our faces were streaked, our hair looked like a beaver's next. Both our swimsuits looked like they had been abandoned on the side of the road and a pungent, lakeside smell seemed to penetrate the tiled room.

"Shhh..." she said with a suppressed giggle. She took off her bikini as I turned on the water. The shower was very large; definitely fit two with room to spare for about two more if we needed it. There was a large stone bench in the center of the shower for relaxation or shaving your legs, I dunno. As I turned on the water, she came up next to me and pulled my trunk around my ankles with another soft giggle.

"You have a cute butt," she said quietly.

I looked at her. Curtains matched the drapes. "There is not a spot on you that's not cute."

She smiled coyly, and spun around in place. "Thank you..." she said if a fake haughty accent. She grabbed a bottle of shower soap and a wash cloth. As the warm water covered me, she soaped me down. Even thought I was still sore for the erotic equivalent of a tire blowout, my anatomy did its best as my brave little soldier struggled to stand up in the presence of a lady.

Once Bree was done, she looked at my cock and got closer. Then closer. Finally, she started to blow gently on it. "I wonder if this is too big for my mouth..." she asked. Her soft lips enveloped me and took me in.

"Oh, Bree..." I whispered. "I don't know if I can go another round this soon..."

She cupped my sack and gently massaged my taint. "Mmmmm..." she mumbled, her mouth enveloping me with a soft and caring embrace. I place my hand on her head, and pulled her hair back and forth. I could hear her breathing increase through her nose. She looked up at me with her most submissive eyes. My cock slid out of her mouth as she gently rubbed it the full length in an expert grip.

"Bree, I am so sore. But I want to fuck you so bad."

Bree nodded. "Uh huh..."

"If we ever get to do this again, I'll spank your hot little ass until it's red."

Her breathing quickened. "Then what?"

"I'll tie you up. And as I watch you squirm and wriggle, I'll cum on your face... uhhh... JESUS!" I said, and came really hard, squirting her face in what little seed I had left.

Bree kept stroking my dick, slowing down, and then reached around and rubbed my ass. "I'd like that. I want you to dominate me."

I nodded. I could barely stand. But I am a gentleman. "Bree..." I looked at a small bench in the center of the shower. I angled the shower head to drench it. "Get on the bench."

"I thought you were sore--"

"Do as I say."

Bree looked a little shocked, but then excited. She lay back on the bench as the water sprayed off her in all directions. I got on my knees between her legs and kissed her soft red mound.

"Oh god..." she whispered. "I have never had anyone do this to me before..."

I took the washcloth, added more soap, and gently massaged every curve she had on her smooth body, working my way in slowly shrinking spirals towards her clit. Her breasts were so firm yet soft. She moaned softly as I rubbed a soapy washcloth around each erect nipple.

Eventually, I licked her clit, and felt her shudder. The tip of my tongue traced her hood and penetrated her vulva before completing the circuit again. She whined in a kind of shocked moan. "G-gary... oh god... oh god..."

"Don't say a word," I said. I grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from her nipples. "You're gonna cum, but you'll do it when I tell you to."

"I don't know," she gasped. "I don't think I can hold it back much--"

I gripped her wrists. "You're trapped in this orgasm. I have control over it."

"N-no... no you don't..." she resisted. "Oh Gary, I want to cum please--"

I gently slowed my licking. "I want to hear you say how much you want to be fucked."

"I want to be fucked. Oh God, yes. Oh Gary. I am on the edge--"

I stopped. "No. When I tell you to."

"Gary, pleeeease..." she begged. "I am gonna die...." Her hips gyrated in sexual agony, trying to push back into my face, but I held onto her wrists as she struggled.

"Count backwards from ten..." I said. "Then cum..."

"10... 9... oh... oh god... 8... ... sevvvven...!!" With each count, I flicked her swollen clit with my stiff tongue. "... sixfivefour--"

"Ah ah ah!" I said.

"Please, Gary. Please let me cum..."

"Start from seven. Slowly..."

"Seven... six... FIVE... oh fuck... FOUR...!" Bree's thighs clamped down on me as she gritted her teeth. "THREE! TWO... woo... ww...wwww... one--OH CHRIST FUCK GAH JESUS NOOO DADDY!!" she screamed as the orgasm wracked her body like she was possessed by a spirit. I kept licking as she went from one orgasm to the next until finally, she lost all strength and flopped still.

I got up. Now my knees were sore. My dick tried so hard to go a third round, but I was spent. I looked at her gasping softly as the shower water poured on her. I got the shampoo and and conditioner, and sat her upright. I washed her hair as she lolled her neck around like she was drugged. When she almost fell off the bench, I she held onto me as needed.

Finally, we were washed clean. She looked up at me as I turned off the water with some sort of deep, satisfactory grin. "Gary..." she whispered. "I am sleepy."

"Should I put you to bed?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head. "No. I have to get there myself."

"Okay, hon."

"Gary?"

"Yes?"

Bree stood up like a drunken toddler. "I think I love you..."

I shrugged. "That will wear off."

"No, I mean it. You are the kindest, gentlest lover I have ever had."

"Well, thank you..." I said. I washed and wrung out our muddy swimsuits until the water stayed clear.

Bree hugged me from behind. "I wish I could sleep with you tonight," she mumbled into my back.

"What would your daddy say?" I asked.

She snickered. "Bree, you dig the hole we bury his body in..."

"Yeah..."

"G'night Gary..."

"G'night..."

Bree grabbed her bikini, went out my sliding glass door, and wobbled back to her own bedroom.

Wow. I dressed into some dry clothes, covered up any evidence what may have happened, and crashed into bed. The last thing I remember hearing was Bree's voice singing about Mango trees.

That was an awesome and unexpected surprise, so soon after the other one.

i enjoy this

This is so much better then almost anything else on this site. The scene with the mud was something new and unique I liked it a lot. Though I felt that you could have paced it better and stretched out the idea.

Please keep writing. You are doing a great job.

Okay, got a question: where should I go from here?

Summer of Bree: Part 4
M/F, cons

"Oh, dude," my older brother said, "a kid. That's not cool."

"Why? She's college age, Alan."

"No, she's still daddy's little girl. He finds out you're fucking her--"

"--she fucked ME, Alan--"

"... whatever. When he finds out, he'll roast you alive. He's put two of his ex-wives in prison. You think you stand a chance with this guy? Break it off, Gary. Break. It. Off."

"She said she loved me."

"Aw, Jesus, GARY!" Alan tossed down his Chinese takeout carton, and drops of lo mien splattered on my good coffee table.

My older brother was always full of good advice. But he was also a sloppy moocher, which is why I rarely had him over for dinner. He gave me dating advice in high school which got me laid at the tender age of 14. Then again in college. He advised me not to marry my ex. He knew shit.

"What?"

"She doesn't LOVE you. She's getting back at her controlling dad. Wants to wrestle out from his control. The whole bondage thing is... it's just a college student ploy to act more grown up than they really are. Bondage is something that grownups do to get their mind off how ugly they started to look to one another. College kids are imitating it, trying to look cool. Like smoking, wearing cowboy hats, and listening to iPods."

"I don't know about that, Gary..."

"Why? Because some comic book geek wrote a FAQ and put it on the Internet?" Alan picked up his carton, and shoveled more lo mien into his mouth. "... the fuck they know, anyway?"

I thought about what he said.

"Anyway," he said after a gulp. "College girls don't know what they want. Especially rich ones like Bree. She's been so sheltered and--"

"Okay, if she's been sheltered, how does she know all those sex things?"

Alan looked at me with that gaze that explained to anyone watching he was speaking to the dumbest shit on earth. "Really, Gary? Do I really have to answer that?"

"She's pretty mature. I'd say--"

"How long have yo sat with her, Gary? Huh? Had a real, deep philosophical question with her? Asked what Immanuel Kant's view on categorical imperatives are? Or did she suck your cock until your balls shriveled up like a Capri Sun wrapper?"

"Thanks for that image, bro."

"I am just looking out for you, little bro."

My iPhone rang. It was Bree's number. I picked it up and clicked the jolly red answer button. "Hey..." I said with a perky tone that my brother rolled his eyes at.

"Hey yourself," Dan said with a chuckle. "Sorry about last weekend, Gary. You busy?"

My chest got hot at the close call. "Well, my brother--"

"Good. Listen, I am in your neck of the woods. I want to do lunch."

"It's almost 4 pm," I said.

"So dinner. In one hour."

"Uh, okay--"

"There's a sushi place downtown called Edo Con Tako. You heard of it?"

"Yes, but--"

"I will see you there! I don't apologize over the phone... it's insincere." The call disconnected.

"I take it that was NOT Bree," Alan said.

"Nope."

"It was her dad and wants sushi in an hour."

I looked at my phone. "How did you hear that?"

"You got the volume up too loud. Look, he found out. He's gonna sick the yakuza on your ass."

My stomach sank. I burped and smelled General Tsos. "Oh, God..."

"God won't help you. He's not real. Like Santa Claus. Didn't I go over that?"

I sighed.

"Want me to come with you? Come on, it will be like old times. You fuck up, I save you? Oh wait, that was 3 years ago. With your bitch hound ex from the hoary netherworld. And every other time you ignored my advice and common sense."

"I though you would mellow with age," I said angrily. "But Mr. 40 is still playing the same fucking games we played as kids."

"Fine. You want to go alone? Go. But I want to stay here so I can get first dibs at your stuff."

"You stay here. If I am not back or call by 6, you know where I once went."

"Whatever, bro..." he said, and with that, he turned on my TV. "Ah, fuck... you don't have HD channels, do you?"

I have to admit, I was nervous. I tried to picture what Dan the Man wanted. Did he find out? Would he try and smoke me out? He seemed angry, but he was always direct, so it was hard to tell.

Edo Con Tako was a great sushi place that was run by two master sushi chefs that happened to also be Mexican. Apparently, a lot of good sushi chefs were coming from Mexico recently. The place name was a pun, to be sure, with Tako meaning "octopus" in Japanese. Apart from the proud Hispanic heritage, Edo Con Tako was all Japanese in style and approach. A mild pagoda roof with some Japanese bridge on the shaded windows invited me in from a rather upscale shopping center parking lot. The interior was all teak and lacquer. The maître d was Korean.

"I believe someone is waiting for me, a Dan--"

"DAN THE MAN!" the maître d said. "Right this way!"

Great.

I was led to the back where a private booth was hidden my a rice paper door. Dan was sitting on the floor surrounded by two other men and some Asian girls. "Gary!" he said happily.

"Hey Dan," I said a little confused. "So, what's going on--"

"Have a seat!"

I kicked off my shoes and sat on a small silk pillow. Two girls moved to sit on other side of me. One started to massage my shoulders while the other poured me some tea.

"Very nice..." I said. "Whats the business?"

Dan laughed. "All business? Why not have some fun! I thought I'd hang out with you while my old stick in the mud daughter wasn't around."

I nearly choked at the term "stick in the mud" with his daughter. Was this a test?

"Sorry, Dan. You seemed to stress this was urgent."

Dan sighed. "It is... may I have some time alone with Gary?" he asked to his other guests. They nodded and exited. "So, it seems my daughter likes you."

"Uh huh... she's an interesting g--"

"No, she trusts you. Like someone she's never trusted before. Now, normally she's shy around my other associates but you... you seem to have something she liked."

I kept the straightest poker face I had ever kept.

"Gary, I have a favor to ask. Now, you're one of the few people I trust with her. A lot of guys... well, would take advantage of a situation like this, but I know you wouldn't."

"Uh huh..."

"I have to leave town for a few weeks. Normally, she can handle the house alone, but I don't want her in that house with no working generator and potential for several storms a month."

Oh God, I thought, could this be happening?

"I see that look. You don't want to babysit a teenager."

My stomach sank. "I thought you said she was in college?"

"She is, she is. But she's still a teen."

Right. 18 and 19 were college and legal. Stupid me. Whew!

"Anyway, yeah, she's old enough to handle being alone for certain, but... I want someone to watch her back. That house is awful secluded, so... I thought she could stay at your condo for a while."

"I... uh..."

"I know, this is a LOT to ask. Believe me. She's a handful. People will think you're dating. I may be her dad, but even I know that look men give her, and if she's alone in that house? No. I need her kept away from there."

"My condo isn't very big--"

"I'll pay all expenses. Food, clothing, travel, you name it. It's yours. She can crash on the couch, she's okay with that."

I nodded dumbly. "Oh, wait. I have to go to Hawaii for a few days for a conference, and then to Vegas for another--"

"You flying? Your company paying?"

"Uh, of course--"

"Not anymore. Tell me the dates and the hotel, and I'll cover all bills. I'll put you in suites, pay for all food. You're flying first class."

That was a significant dent in my expenses he would take on. "Dan... I am flattered, but why would you--"

"Gary," he said sternly. "This trip is important. Real fucking important. She needs to be with someone I can trust until after Labor Day. Someone to keep an eye on her with no funny business."

I swallowed. "I am not... sure I am your man."

Gary blew me off. "Pfft. You're the best. It's not like you're fucking her or something."

I laughed with him --a shallow laugh-- while a part of my soul withered in shame.

"So, I'll bring her by your place tomorrow. She'll have luggage, I'll tell her she's going to Hawaii and Vegas. But, ah... keep her off the gambling floors, will ya? It's what got her mother in jail."

"YOU WHAT??" Alan asked me half an hour later.

"I said yes," I repeated, only quieter the second time.

"JAY-SUS FOOKING CROIST!" Alan said. When he was mad, he got an Irish accent, and I had no idea why. "Can I get my share of your final belongings NOW?"

"Just go," I said.

"JAY-SUS! You are so fucked. Fucked, fucked, fucked..."

"Well, that did enter into the reason I agreed--"

"JAY-SUS!" Alan said. He stared at me in shocked silence before he burst out "JAY-SUS!" again.

"I recall asking you to leave," I said, and pointed to the door. "And take your fucking lo mien with you."

Alan angrily took his lo mien and stormed out. "JAY-SUS!" I heard him shout down the hallway.

I spent the rest of the night cleaning and changing appointments. I mailed Dan my itinerary, and not half an hour later, he mailed me back his changes. He was not kidding when he said he was flying me first class.

"Don't stay at the Riviera," he said. "I got you a master suite at the Bellagio. Nice place, I know the manager there. He's got you all set, knows you're with my daughter. Knows she's not allowed on the floor except to enter and exit the hotel. You can take a taxi back and forth to your computer conference; I'll cover all expenses. Now, in Hawaii, I got you a better room at the Aloha Hilton. All expense paid, including food. Charge it all to the room, I'll cover the bill." There was more, but it was overwhelmingly "I'll cover whatever." Never before had I traveled in such style.

The next day, I answer the knock at the door. Dan stood there with Bree, who looked at me with bored eyes. They kissed goodbye, and Bree sat on my sofa. "What do you have on TV?" she asked.

"Not much. I don't even have high def. I only watch TV for the news and finance. Sometimes travel and cooking shows for background noise."

Bree channel flipped like she didn't even know I was there. "Boring..." she said.

"Why the act--?" I started to ask, but she put her finger up to her lips sternly.

"TV. Is on."

I waited for about 30 minutes in awkward silence. Then she slowly strode to the door, and gave it a solid kick.

"Okay okay!" I head Dan's voice say in amusement. "I'm going!"

Dan had never left. My spine suddenly went cold at the thought. I stayed quiet until Bree looked at me and said, "So... wanna fuck?"

"Absolutely..."

Bree ran from the couch to my office chair, peeling off her tee-shirt. She grabbed me and we spin halfway around the chair as she pawed and groped at me. "Oh, Gary. Fuck, I am so horny I can barely see straight." She tossed off her glasses onto my desk.

"Me too!" I said. I kissed the firm spot between her breasts as I fumbled with her bra clasp. Bree pulled my shirt over my head and pressed her tits into my face as I tossed her bra to the floor.

"Kiss my tits," she said. "Kiss them hard, Gary."

I stood up from the chair, pushing her back to the couch. I dug into her flesh with my repeated kisses and sucks, leaving small red welts that made her moan and squirm, murmuring things like, "yes... oh, suck me... or god, Gary... swallow me up." I pulled off her jeans, smelling her musk from her soaking wet panties. She wriggled and squirmed free of her pants, pulling off her striped socks and tossing them aside. I pulled my pants down and slid between her legs where we dry humped for a little while, kissing and rolling into the couch cushions passionately until our lips were bruised and sore. We were both grunting with built up frustration, and she was becoming more and more violent with her movements, like it wasn't enough. I figured out what she really wanted.

"Stop... stop..." I said. "Look at me..." She stopped, and locked eye contact until she grinned a tooth grin and squirmed.

"What are you doing?" she asked seductively.

"I am looking into your deep green eyes... I want to stare at them for a long time, Bree."

"Why?" she asked, turning her head with a blush.

I turned her head back. "Uh uh... just look at me..." She looked at me intently. She was so beautiful. Freckled, round face, small lips, button nose... and tussles of messy red hair framing this visage of unparalleled beauty. "I want to fuck you."

"Yeah, I think thats--"

"No, not just fuck you, listen. I want to conquer you. Completely dominate you." I gritted my teeth. She bit her lower lip, and her eyes spoke of mixed worry and anticipation. I grabbed one of her socks off the floor. It was long, and striped gray and blue. She curled her legs behind me and rubbed my back slightly with her heels. I sniffed the sock, smelling a perfume-like aroma that drove me wild. I felt her shudder. That's when I grabbed her hands, pulled them over her head, and tied her wrists up with the sock.

"Oh, wow..." she said. There was no mistaking this was what she craved.

I reached down, grabbed the other sock, and wrapped up her ankles. She squirmed and looked at me hard. "I can do anything to you now, Bree."

"Anything at all..." she whispered like it took a lot of courage to admit that. She closed her eyes and stretched against the bonds. I got up off of the couch, took her shirt off the floor, and wrapped it around the upper part of her head, leaving only her nose and mouth exposed. She was starting to pant. "Gary, what's happening?"

I reached under the sofa, where I had a large dildo and some lube. "Just wait." The dildo I had gotten the night before, and it was the deluxe model from a nearby novelty store. It had all kinds of vibration settings and a clit massager shaped like a letter V. "Now, Bree... the safety word is Palomino."

"P-palamin-no..." she repeated. She was extremely aroused; I could even smell it in the air. It had an almost ozone like tinge to it, metaphorically speaking.

"You say that word, it ends. But you better mean it."

"Uh huh..." she said. "What are you going to do to me G-- OH!" she gasped, hearing the vibrator turning on.

"I am going to fuck you with this toy. I am going to fuck you slowly, and you are going to describe how it feels. Every last word. The entire time, I am going to be jacking off."

"Let me suck you inst--"

"NO!" I said. She gasped in pleasured shock while I lifted up her bound legs and smacked her ass. "I am going to jack off and cover you with my sperm."

I wanna fuck, tho--OHHH!" she squealed as the vibrating cock slid into her wet pussy. "OOOOHHH...!!" was all she could say, completely overtaken by the sensation. I slid it in and out as I reached into my own boxers and pulled out my throbbing cock. I slid my hand up and down with the hand still wet from lube. "MMMMMMMM!!!" she whined as the slowness of my deep and steady thrusts frustrated her.

"Tell me exactly what this feels like..."

"OOOO... MMMMMHH.... oooooh... ooooh Gary.... it's amazing... it's like... fucking fuck... fuck... in my tight pussy... fucking me... oh god it is tickling me from inside... Gary... GARY.... muh muh... uuuuhhhhhh...." I felt her shudder as her soft legs banged against the side of my head.

"Now you have to come again..."

"I HAVEN'T STOPPED..." she shouted. "Guuuuuuhhh... guuuuh.... Ngghhhuuuu GARY! Oh God... oh GOD! GARY! DADDY... FUCK!!! GAAAAAH... I CAN'T STOP CUMMING WAVES OF PUSSY WET VIBRATING FUUUUUCKKK... AAAAAAHHHHH....AH AH AH.... UUUUGHHHH..."

I stood up, close to blowing my load, and stood over her, leaving the sopping vibrator inside of her. I jerked a few times and watched my spunk splatter on her face and chin.

"NUGH... ugh... Gary, Gary! It's falling out! Put it back in!"

I obliged. She jerked and twisted, bucked and thrust for a minute more, before she gasped and panted... "Palomino palomino paal... ominoooo... ohhh...." and with that, she passed out. I watched her slowly breathe and then removed her bonds. Her wrists and ankles were red and raw from the resistance. I covered her up with a small blanket, and wiped her down where she was wet with a soapy cloth.

I sat there, spent and weak myself, looking at such an innocent face. She didn't see the type to be so raw and needy for sex, but I was glad to have it. I got dressed, and cleaned up the kitchen a little.

"Gary?" I head her ask from the sofa.

"Yeah?"

"I have never... I mean... that was... did I pass out?"

"You did."

I saw her struggle to get up. She looked at me from the back of the couch, peering over the edge like a kitten. "Holy, shit..." she said, matter-of-factly. "I... I don't know what to say. Your wife left ... that?"

I snickered. "She didn't appreciate... THAT."

"She was a moron."

"Among other things. So, how come no boy ever--"

She waved me off. "Line of bad lovers. You don't want to know. I am so hungry inside for this kind of love."

"We have only actually fucked once, and I have to ask... you are on birth control, right?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. It evens my mood."

I smirked. This was even?

"No one ever tied me up before. I mean... I asked, and then they did it, but ... you just did it."

"True, but you did ask before."

"But you did it... right. You know? I trusted you. I just let you do whatever. You did dominate me, but you dominated me with the need to... satisfy me. You played me like a fucking violin, Gary. That was hot."

"I wouldn't hurt you, Bree. But I have to admit, I feel a little protective and controlling over you. My last wife, well... she was a bitch. Lovemaking was ... expected? Is that the word. Like we reached a mutual compromise."

"Gary, you... you have me. I mean... wow. You WANT me. Not just as something to satisfy yourself. You're satisfied--"

"I am satisfied by playing you well."

Bree smiled widely. "We are gonna have so much fun these next few weeks."

Sorry, my last post was missing the first half of part 4.

So, I was thinking about the Hawaii thing and Vegas thing. I know there's already a story about the Mile High Club brewing.

I am thoroughly enjoying this.
Thank you.

Really enjoying your writing, you seem to write with a focus on the events, situations and characters that surround erotic events rather than the events themselves, I'm sure some will criticise this unusual focus but I think it works really well with your writing style.

I'm not a great fan of the mile high idea, I feel that it always seems a bit cliche or out of place. I would encourage you to explore alternative travel related situations and locales, perhaps our characters have access to the first class lounge?

Oh, lovely, I'm enjoing this a lot. The details are nice, the characters are colorful.

I don't want the stories I like to die.

Great stuff! Can't believe I just now got around to reading this until now..

Summer of Bree: Part 5
M/F, cons

Delayed again. One of the shitty things about the hub airport system is a storm in a city you aren't even going to can fuck up all the planes in the airline. But I had free access to the Airport First Class lounge, which was nice.

I could understand that Bree didn't want to look suspicious, but she was getting ridiculous. I was dressed in my standard Ralph Lauren polo and slacks, she was dressed like a Hollywood hottie avoiding the paparazzi. She had on a long sun dress, a large floppy hat, and huge sunglasses that weren't prescription, so she kept bumping into things.

"They said the storm in Denver delayed our transfer to LAX."

"Dad should have gotten a direct flight," she said in a frustrated tone. "Now we're going to miss the connection."

"The airline is trying to reroute us down though Houston," I said. "But it won't be first class."

"I don't care at this point... I have reread this stupid magazine like a dozen times."

The first class lounge was very swank. It had nice chairs, and a small section with showers and a dimly lit rest area. We were one of only a few people in the vast space. "They have more magazines up at the desk, would you--"

"No." She said firmly.

"just trying to help..."

"Aren't you going to be late for something?"

"Honestly, as long as I get to Hawaii, I'll make the meetings around whatever they are doing. Just relax."

Bree nodded and beckoned me to lean forward so she could whisper in my ear. "I am horny as hell."

I swallowed nervously. "Well, I don't think--"

"What are those rooms there?"

I looked to the small rest section. "Those are small rooms with shower and so on. But it would be a bit suspicious if we both went in there, especially since you are traveling as my niece."

Bree sighed. "Do we care?"

"I do."

"Who's gonna tell? You gotta understand, I want your cock in my pussy so bad, my teeth are aching."

"Cock and teeth are not two words you should put so close together with a guy." I snickered. "Look, I want to plow your deep pubic mound like an ice cream scoop into soft serve more than anyone else, but if your dad has spies or something..."

Bree looked at me from under her oversize glasses. "... really?"

"Really."

Bree coughed slightly and looked away. "I need to scratch this itch."

"So take care of yourself."

"You don't understand," she said, sliding her hand between my legs and grasping my package gently. She turned and looked deep into my eyes in a frustrated anger. "I. Want. This."

I was starting to get the hang of my part. "No," I said. "No, you will have it when I give it to you."

Bree looked at me a little surprised.

"When we fuck, and we will fuck, you will do it my way."

"Tell me how we--"

I gently covered her mouth and removed her hand, pressing it back gently across her right breast. "When I say it is time. Not before. Not after."

She nodded dumbly in response.

"And if you go to the bathroom and rub one out, I will smell your pussy stench on your fingers, and you'll be in big trouble."

"What will you do to me... uncle?"

"I will spank your bottom. Yes I will. I'll spank it raw."

Bree shuddered. "Okay..." she looked at a loss for words. "I have to... go pee--"

"No, I know you're going to rub one out--"

"Please," she begged. "I have to."

"No."

"I'll do anything. Anything at all. I need to put out this... fire."

"Is there something I can help you with, sir?" asked the concierge.

I removed my hands from her wrists. "No, she is just being stubborn."

"I have to go pee..." she said in an explosion of words, and stumbled to the women's room.

I looked at the concierge. "Kids..." I said. "Am I right?"

I few minutes later, I heard a squeal from the bathroom. A lady attendant went to go see. A minute later, she came out. "It's okay, she just slipped on the floor. She's not hurt or anything."

Uh huh. I smirked. When Bree came out of the restroom, she looked much more relaxed.

"I want to smell you fingers," I said.

"Don't bother. I came like 3-4 times. When we get on that flight, I am going to make it up to you."

An hour later, we were crammed with other passengers on a 737 going on a 3 hour flight to hell. It was already night, and our connecting flight to Hawaii would be a mere 20 minutes from landing. It would be a close call.

As I crammed into the small seat, Bree said she wanted to nap. I agreed. "Let's just sleep this one out." I barely remember the seatbelt lecture and takeoff before I was in a restless slumber.

I awoke to a cool breeze between my legs. At first, I thought I might have wet myself, but then realized my zipper had just been pulled down. I looked slyly to my right and saw Bree laying fast asleep. But she wasn't really asleep. Her hand was under a blanket she put over both of us, and under the tray table where a dinner lay unwrapped, her small hands were sliding around my underwear, gently squeezing my growing cock. How she could do this so subtly, I didn't know, but I lolled my head back and kept an eye out for anyone who might be watching.

I felt her skin touch mine. Her hands were cool and smooth as they gently slid up and down my shaft. I felt her stocking foot gently rub my ankle with her flexible toes. Without looking, I knew she had to be touching herself. Her breathing was becoming quicker. Her hands were warming up, pulling down my foreskin with each thirsty stroke that went from my tip down to the base of my shaft. She was taking it slow, but making every inch count.

Soon, she couldn't breath through her nose anymore, and her mouth parted slightly to draw in more air. I turned to her gently, as if rolling over in my sleep. Her freckled cheeks were flushed and her nostrils flaring. She was fighting the cover up, but failing fast. "Hon?" I asked.

She gasped slightly, her rhythm broken.

"Is she going to be alright?" asked a stewardess. I had not seen her coming, and neither did Bree. Bree's grip suddenly tightened down on me, and it took great effort not to shout. Her grip didn't hurt, but it was so firm, I feared blood clotting any moment.

"Um, I think she's having a nightmare," I quickly thought up. My boner was deflating, but Bree started stroking fast. "Bree? Hon?" I asked. I looked at the stewardess, trying not to look like I was having a hand job less than a few feet from her concerned and painted face. "You have to wake her up gently when she's like this..." I said. Bree's hand left my pants and she rolled to her side against the window wall. A distinct scent of her musk tickled my nostrils, affirming her self-anointment at a finger's touch. I turned back the the stewardess and shrugged. "Oh well..." I said.

The stewardess left without a word. Did she know?

"You are gonna pay for that..." I said with a dark tone. I smile crossed her face for a moment.

We landed in Houston, and lucky for us, our connecting flight was delayed due to a mechanical problem. Two hours later, it took off, and we flew to Hawaii. This time, Bree slept honestly and the flight was uneventful.

We landed at Honolulu International at about 10am. Later than I would have liked. Bree waited for our luggage, groggy and disoriented. I made a few calls to some associates I wanted to meet, and we set up some times. Most of them were at the conference already, which started at 9am that day. I made a mental note to get to the hotel and then get down to the conference right away. Thankfully, Dan the Man got me a suite at the Aloha, and the conference was also right there.

By 11, we were in the room. The suite Dan got us was amazing. Two rooms connecting to a main room. The floors were marble, and the balcony opened wide. The bathroom with a standing shower was amazing.

"Come here, Bree!" I said. "Look at this!"

Bree walked in. She looked a little haggard in her sun dress. "Nice," she said with no emphasis on anything.

"Bree, about the flight..."

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I didn't know the stewardess would--"

"Uh uh," I said. "Oh no no no..." I grabbed her arm. "I told you that you were going to get punished and now you're going to get punished.

Bree paused. I looked down at her legs and feet, spread barefoot on the tile floor with bright red manicured nails. I could see the barest hint of thigh shimmer through the thin material as my cock throbbed in anticipation. "Um... well..."

"No, UM WELL," I said. "Take off those clothes. NOW!"

Bree paused. "Okay..." she said, and little hesitantly. She started to strip.

"No! Do it slowly... I want t see you get naked slowly because I pleases me."

She swallowed. "Okay..." she finished untying her back, and let the dress uncurl into a tube shape around her. One shoulder became exposed with no tension. She held the dress up to her breasts and slowly wriggled to the other shoulder slid free. Very slowly, she squirmed in place, pulsing from one leg to another as she slid the dress down. Her strapless bra and thong were all that stood between me and the raw sex I was going to plug into her.

"That's right. Let me see it all... I am going to fuck you slow, Bree. Hard, slow... and you're going to cum."

"I'd like that," she said with a small smile. She bit lightly down on her lower lip as she unclasped her bra. She looked up at me with those deep green eyes.

"You can't see very well without your glasses, can you?" I asked, removing my shirt.

"Not very well, no," she said. "But I am not blind without them. Just... everything is blurry." Bree's bra fell to the floor, and her tits sprung free with red lines where the bra edges used to be.

"You're dirty..." I said, slipping off my shoes and pants.

"I know..." she agreed as she tugged at her thong and let it fall to her feet like a ring.

"I want my little whore to be clean..."

"I am not a whore," she lightly protested.

"Yes you are. You are a dirty, filthy whore. I want to fuck you, but you have to clean up."

"Yes, sir..." she said. Somehow she said that in a way that was very seductive.

"Go into the shower and clean up!"

She sprinted to the shower, and turned on the water. As she drenched herself, she looked at me and said with a trembling lower lip... "I... I forgot how." Water dribbled down her face and between her perfect breasts. It trailed down her taught stomach into her short red bush and dripped between her legs.

I ran into the shower with gritted teeth, fully erect, and shouted, "Naughty girl! Bend over!"

Bree turned around and bent over at a perfect angle. I slapped her wet ass, and she moaned. I slapped it again, and slapped both cheeks with a meaty thunderclap. Then I rammed my cock into her sweet soft hole.

"Oh!" she gasped, steadying herself. She placed her hands low on the wall to push up into me. I grunted and thrust deep into her pussy, which was slippery and wet like it should be. She placed her palms flat against the wall and thrust back. Her ass cheeks provided enough cushioning to absorb the impact, but still soft enough to flatten so I could feel the tip of my dick touch her G spot. I rammed her over and over again until we had a rhythm of maximum penetration.

"Oh god... oh GOD.... fuck me fuck me..." she whined between gasps. I grabbed her hips and pushed even deeper into her. Our heavy slaps of her ass against my abdomen echoed in the shower. The pouring water seemed to add to the noise, emphasizing my slaps on her thighs with noisy splashes. She started to make more guttural sounds as she started to lose her grip on the wall, desperately clinging to the plumbing to avoid falling over.

"Bree, I'm cumming!" I moaned.

"ME TOO!" she exclaimed in a hoarse and breathless gasp, almost in surprise.

That pushed me over the edge as my muscles tensed and erupted frustrated spurts of my cum deep into every nook and cranny of her pussy. Gobs of sperm squirted out as my muscles strained to meet the deep primal call to impregnate her. She nearly collapsed and I hand to hold on until her legs found enough strength to support her. I pulled her up and let her lean back on me. Taking the soap and a washcloth, I gently washed her face, neck and body. I gently massaged her as she wept in relaxed joy.

"Gary... you're the best lover a girl could ask for."

"Don't I know it."

"I want to pay you back."

"I think you already have."

"Tonight, I want you to relax. Once I get my strength back, I will serve my master."

I smiled. "I will be back as quickly as I can."

Bree grabbed me. "No, don't go."

"I must..." I sighed. "But I'll text you when I am coming back."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Summer of Bree: Part 6
M/F, cons

I won't lie; fucking the shit out of a hot girl before a business meeting may tire you out a little, but it does wonders for your confidence. I spent the rest of the afternoon meeting up with folks, attending a few talks, and before I knew it... it was 10pm. Everyone wanted me to come to their after hours party. And there were several. But of course, the other side was Bree. I texted her when I was going to be past 6, then 8, then at 10, I figured, "I better check on her."

She hadn't texted back, so when I came back to the hotel suite, I was relived she was there. Passed out, butt naked on the bed, she had two carts with some food scraps. She had obviously ordered room service. I gently pushed her soft bottom, and shook her groggy self awake. I noticed she had some bruises. I must have slapped her pretty hard in the shower.

"Oh... man, what time is it?" she asked.

"A little after 10. I worried when you didn't answer your texts."

She rolled over and squinted at her phone. "Shit, dad tried to call twice, too. I forgot to turn my ringer off after we left the plane." She pushed a few buttons and put her phone up to her ear. "Hi, Daddy! I am so sorry, I didn't hear the phone ring! No, we're fine! Yeah, Gary was gone all day. Just me!" She looked at me, and put her finger to her lips. Even though she was in MY bedroom, I obliged. "Oh, daddy... I miss you too..." she squirmed into a smile as she pulled my pillow up to her naked breasts and rocked as she talked. She suddenly looked so young and innocent, and as she spoke to Dan, I felt a deep pang of guilt.

As she spoke, I quietly changed my clothes. I listened to her explain how her ass was sore "from the plane seat," how we got rerouted, and how beautiful Hawaii was. She asked a lot of questions about where her dad was, and seemed frustrated he didn't give her straight answers. Eventually, she said in a voice she knew I could hear, "Gary came back late and checked on me. Yeah, I think he's back in the suite. Just give him a call, I wanna go to bed. Love you, too, daddy..." as she hung up, she said, "you better pick up your phone."

My phone rang. I went into the suite and answered it, sitting on the small armchair. "Hi Dan," I said with a smile.

"Gary, great to hear your voice. My daughter okay?"

"I just checked on her. I thought she was asleep, but she sounded like she was talking to someone."

"That was me," Dan said. "Listen, she is bored."

"Is she?"

"Yeah, listen... can you take her to Lanai Falls?"

"Lanai? That's kind of off the main island, Dan. I don't know if she'd appreciate the falls--"

"She's always wanted to go," he said. "I can arrange for a tour. They'll fly you there, and they have a really secluded hiking trail up the side of the mountain."

"Well, when? I have a lot of stuff to do--"

"I'll make it worth your while."

I sighed. I knew he would. "Look, tonight, I have some after hours thing--"

"Sure sure, the tours aren't until the weekend, anyway."

"But we leave Friday in the morning--"

Dan laughed. "Obviously, I'll cover all expenses. There's a small inn owned by some German friends of mine. They usually rent out to honeymooners, but they are open. I'll fly you down, you stay the weekend, fly back to Hilo, then take a first class, one way trip back home. My treat."

I felt a little manipulated. So I decided to test the waters a little. "Dan, I appreciate this. I really do. But traveling with your daughter to a honeymoon resort is a little... weird."

"Why? Not like you're going to fuck her, right?"

I anticipated this question, but my stomach clenched at the words spoken aloud anyway. "Well, that's what I am worried people will think--"

"Who? Who do you know out there?"

I chuckled. "Well, some business--"

"She stays in the room, right? You're not dolling her up and taking her out for cocktails, right?"

"Well, no--"

"Relax. I trust you. If no one else does? Fuck 'em. I saw how you acted around those two Japanese girls at Edo Con Tako. You're not the lascivious type."

Oh, God, Dan... "I guess."

"I'll arrange everything. I know being with a teenager is a chore. I can hear it in your voice, but trust me, I realize this is a favors of all favors. I'll pay you back. I'll do what it takes."

"Thanks, Dan..."

"Hey, Gary...? Thank YOU! When I get back, I'll take you on an all-expense paid... something. You name it."

Oh, Dan... I felt lower than a snake's belly. "Okay..." I said.

"Don't sound so sad. This is a huge deal for me." He paused for a bit. "My health hasn't been so good, lately, and I haven't been able to... you know, travel as much."

"Aren't you traveling now?"

Dan paused for a long time. "I am not traveling for business. But for health. I can't talk about it. But it will be okay."

"For health?" I asked.

"I said it will be okay. Do NOT tell Bree! She'll worry for no reason."

"Uh, okay."

Dan sighed. "Shit. Well, gotta run. Keep being awesome!" he said.

"You too--" I started to say, but Dan hung up.

What just happened?

"What did daddy say to you?" Bree asked. She was wearing nothing but the white sheet around her, and it wasn't as opaque as it needed to be. "You look worried."

"Oh, just... well, I feel guilty that I am... that we are, I mean..."

Bree smiled. "Don't. I have needed a man like you for a while. I know I said I'd take care of you when you got back, but I just stuffed myself silly and watched cartoons. I guess I fell asleep. Can you give me a few minutes to--"

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk about."

Bree looked worried. "Oh?"

"I am going to be out late tonight on business. I wanted to check in on you, though, to--"

Bree chuckled in relief. "That's okay. We'll do this later."

I smirked. "I'll do YOU later..."

"No. My turn next time."

"Your dad wants me to take you to Lanai."

Bree's face lit up. "The FALLS?"

I guess Dan was right. I told her our plans, and she rushed up and hugged me. "Oh, I am so happy with you! I am so... thank you, Gary. Just... thank you." She was actually crying!

"Well, you go back to bed, and ... uh, I'll be back by 2 or 3."

"Okay! Have fun doing whatever it is you do..."

And I did. By 2am, I stumbled out of a cab and paid a Samoan man a hefty tip. I was very tipsy, but still able to walk. Somehow, I felt I needed to apologize to the humorless cab driver, but the tip was enough to get him to say, "I'll stay here and make sure you get in the hotel. You take care, sir."

I sobered myself up enough to take my elevator ride up to my floor without incident. When I stumbled into the suite, all I could think about was bed.

"Gary, where are you going?" Bree asked.

"You're still up?"

Bree giggled. She was wearing one of my shirts and some yoga pants. "Of course. I slept most of the day. And now, it's my turn to pamper YOU." She started to undress me.

"Bree, I am so sorry. But I am tired and slightly drunk."

"Good," she said. "Then you won't fight back." Bree undid my belt and pulled down my pants.

"Bree, I really... " Bree gently kissed my cock and its started to swell in response. "...oh, all right."

Bree giggled in reply, and undressed me until I stood naked in front of her, with a slight erection bobbing in the cool hotel air. "I want you to go to the bathroom," she said.

The bathroom smelled like coconuts. Like REALLY strongly. "That is some strong suntan lotion," I said.

Bree chuckled. "Now, I want you to get into the tub BUT... very, very carefully. It's is VERY slippery. I have a liberal layer of coconut oil in it."

I looked down at the large, slick bathtub. "Oh, man..." I said.

Bree giggled again as she helped me lie in the cool oil.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Absolutely nothing. Just lie there, and watch me." Bree pulled off her pants and gently stepped barefoot into the tub, and sat opposite me with her feet between my legs. She slowly rubbed the oil on her legs and feet. Her panties went dark with soaked oil and revealed her red bush in the slightly transparent cloth. She rubbed her stomach and slid her hands higher and higher up my dress shirt. "I was pouring this oil," she said, taking out a bottle and showing me, "and I got so horny, I could barely prevent my own wet and slippery fingers from rubbing my clit until I came. But I wanted to wait. I wanted to build up the sexual tension, Gary, for you. But now I think I am just going to explode. I am so horny, Gary." Bree slid her dripping fingers down her underwear and started fingering herself. Her eyes crossed as a goofy grin spread across her face. "Oh, shit... this feels better than I expected."

I sobered up almost instantly. Her feet slid between my legs and one of her big toes rubbed my taint. My heart started to race as I felt this surge of adrenaline. "Bree... you are fucking HOT!"

Bree gasped. "I love it when you say shit like that." Bree poured a messy dollops of oil on her cleavage, soaking the shirt. Her fingers gripped her slick breasts. "I have to get out of these clothes, Gary. I want you... I want you to stare at me... while I strip. Just watch my tits." She unbuttoned my shirt and slid out of it, exposing her glistening breasts.

"Bree, your tits are fantastic. Oh, God, Bree, I am so lucky to be right here, right now..."

Bree poured some oil on my chest, and then slid herself on top of me. Our lips met, and she dropped the open bottle. I heard oil glug out somewhere. Our slippery bodies writhed and undulated in a manner that was both extremely erotic, yet frustrating because I could grip nothing. She slid around and probed her tongue deep into my mouth, pausing only to gasp for breaths. "Gary, I am going to fuck you so hard."

"Oh, Bree, yes..."

Bree mounted me, jamming her legs against the side of the tub for stability. My dick slid right in, and I felt every fold I passed into her seductive vaginal chamber. We were interlocked like two frenzied eels.

"Bree, that feels so good! I am so deep in your pussy."

"You like my pussy, don't you? I love feeling you deep in me. I feel full and powerful--"

"I love fucking you. I have never been fucked like this. You are so sexy..."

"I'll show you sexy. Gary. Like good food, I am both spicy and sweet." Bree rocked in place, thrusting up and down on my fat cock. I felt her fingertip start rubbing her clit. "I want you to cum in me, Gary.,. Gary? GAR-EEEEEE...!!!" Bree came hard, shuddering like she had epilepsy, and I felt her Kegel muscles clamp down on my dick. That was all I needed.

"Oh, Bree, I am cumming so HARD!" I shouted, and as my balls shrank in anticipation, I felt the flow of the sweet juice of my sex squirt deep in her slippery pink love sleeve as my hips thrust so hard, she was nearly launched backwards off me.

Soon, she was on my chest, panting and gasping. Maybe even whimpering slightly. "Gary... I have always had this fantasy and it was... it was so... so much better. It was all I wanted and more."

"But how are we going to get out of this tub?" I joked.

Bree turned on the water. "I got it all planned out." As she let the warm water from a detached sprayer wash all the oil off us and down the drain, she pulled out some washcloths and wiped us down with soapy water. She took my shampoo, and sat behind me. I lay between her legs, my head on her soft breasts as she shampooed my hair. I had never felt so relaxed in my life. Her fingers rubbed my scalp with the gentle firmness that released every bit of tension I had. Then she plugged the tub, and filled the water until we were both enveloped in the warmth only a deep soaking tub can provide.

I think I dozed off once or twice before Bree nudged me. "To bed, sleepy head..."

When I stepped out of the tub, she dried me off. I felt perfectly content and clean. She led me to bed, and the last thing I remember was falling asleep with her naked in my arms, gently rocking and singing the mango tree song in a lullaby voice.

I thought this was gonna die, but today I check in and see 3 new posts! :D Great stuff. The sex scenes are well done but if you are going to continue this you should plan the general plot far in advance so that we can get some nice twists and turns. Don't stop updating this.

Holy shit, this is, hands down the greatest story I've ever read! She reminds me (in cuteness, not body type) of Zoey Kush.

PLEASE continue!

This story is awesome.

Keep it going man.

A++ would read again.

>>17057
More like, A++, would fap again.

I don't want this falling too far back cause I want to hear the rest of the story.

This story is awesome. Makes me want to start writing again!
Anyone remember a story from a couple years back called "Dark Crossings"? That was me.

LOL page three? Bitch please. BUMP

Summer of Bree: Part 6
M/F, cons

I won't lie; fucking the shit out of a hot girl before a business meeting may tire you out a little, but it does wonders for your confidence. I spent the rest of the afternoon meeting up with folks, attending a few talks, and before I knew it... it was 10pm. Everyone wanted me to come to their after hours party. And there were several. But of course, the other side was Bree. I texted her when I was going to be past 6, then 8, then at 10, I figured, "I better check on her."

She hadn't texted back, so when I came back to the hotel suite, I was relived she was there. Passed out, butt naked on the bed, she had two carts with some food scraps. She had obviously ordered room service. I gently pushed her soft bottom, and shook her groggy self awake. I noticed she had some bruises. I must have slapped her pretty hard in the shower.

"Oh... man, what time is it?" she asked.

"A little after 10. I worried when you didn't answer your texts."

She rolled over and squinted at her phone. "Shit, dad tried to call twice, too. I forgot to turn my ringer off after we left the plane." She pushed a few buttons and put her phone up to her ear. "Hi, Daddy! I am so sorry, I didn't hear the phone ring! No, we're fine! Yeah, Gary was gone all day. Just me!" She looked at me, and put her finger to her lips. Even though she was in MY bedroom, I obliged. "Oh, daddy... I miss you too..." she squirmed into a smile as she pulled my pillow up to her naked breasts and rocked as she talked. She suddenly looked so young and innocent, and as she spoke to Dan, I felt a deep pang of guilt.

As she spoke, I quietly changed my clothes. I listened to her explain how her ass was sore "from the plane seat," how we got rerouted, and how beautiful Hawaii was. She asked a lot of questions about where her dad was, and seemed frustrated he didn't give her straight answers. Eventually, she said in a voice she knew I could hear, "Gary came back late and checked on me. Yeah, I think he's back in the suite. Just give him a call, I wanna go to bed. Love you, too, daddy..." as she hung up, she said, "you better pick up your phone."

My phone rang. I went into the suite and answered it, sitting on the small armchair. "Hi Dan," I said with a smile.

"Gary, great to hear your voice. My daughter okay?"

"I just checked on her. I thought she was asleep, but she sounded like she was talking to someone."

"That was me," Dan said. "Listen, she is bored."

"Is she?"

"Yeah, listen... can you take her to Lanai Falls?"

"Lanai? That's kind of off the main island, Dan. I don't know if she'd appreciate the falls--"

"She's always wanted to go," he said. "I can arrange for a tour. They'll fly you there, and they have a really secluded hiking trail up the side of the mountain."

"Well, when? I have a lot of stuff to do--"

"I'll make it worth your while."

I sighed. I knew he would. "Look, tonight, I have some after hours thing--"

"Sure sure, the tours aren't until the weekend, anyway."

"But we leave Friday in the morning--"

Dan laughed. "Obviously, I'll cover all expenses. There's a small inn owned by some German friends of mine. They usually rent out to honeymooners, but they are open. I'll fly you down, you stay the weekend, fly back to Hilo, then take a first class, one way trip back home. My treat."

I felt a little manipulated. So I decided to test the waters a little. "Dan, I appreciate this. I really do. But traveling with your daughter to a honeymoon resort is a little... weird."

"Why? Not like you're going to fuck her, right?"

I anticipated this question, but my stomach clenched at the words spoken aloud anyway. "Well, that's what I am worried people will think--"

"Who? Who do you know out there?"

I chuckled. "Well, some business--"

"She stays in the room, right? You're not dolling her up and taking her out for cocktails, right?"

"Well, no--"

"Relax. I trust you. If no one else does? Fuck 'em. I saw how you acted around those two Japanese girls at Edo Con Tako. You're not the lascivious type."

Oh, God, Dan... "I guess."

"I'll arrange everything. I know being with a teenager is a chore. I can hear it in your voice, but trust me, I realize this is a favors of all favors. I'll pay you back. I'll do what it takes."

"Thanks, Dan..."

"Hey, Gary...? Thank YOU! When I get back, I'll take you on an all-expense paid... something. You name it."

Oh, Dan... I felt lower than a snake's belly. "Okay..." I said.

"Don't sound so sad. This is a huge deal for me." He paused for a bit. "My health hasn't been so good, lately, and I haven't been able to... you know, travel as much."

"Aren't you traveling now?"

Dan paused for a long time. "I am not traveling for business. But for health. I can't talk about it. But it will be okay."

"For health?" I asked.

"I said it will be okay. Do NOT tell Bree! She'll worry for no reason."

"Uh, okay."

Dan sighed. "Shit. Well, gotta run. Keep being awesome!" he said.

"You too--" I started to say, but Dan hung up.

What just happened?

"What did daddy say to you?" Bree asked. She was wearing nothing but the white sheet around her, and it wasn't as opaque as it needed to be. "You look worried."

"Oh, just... well, I feel guilty that I am... that we are, I mean..."

Bree smiled. "Don't. I have needed a man like you for a while. I know I said I'd take care of you when you got back, but I just stuffed myself silly and watched cartoons. I guess I fell asleep. Can you give me a few minutes to--"

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk about."

Bree looked worried. "Oh?"

"I am going to be out late tonight on business. I wanted to check in on you, though, to--"

Bree chuckled in relief. "That's okay. We'll do this later."

I smirked. "I'll do YOU later..."

"No. My turn next time."

"Your dad wants me to take you to Lanai."

Bree's face lit up. "The FALLS?"

I guess Dan was right. I told her our plans, and she rushed up and hugged me. "Oh, I am so happy with you! I am so... thank you, Gary. Just... thank you." She was actually crying!

"Well, you go back to bed, and ... uh, I'll be back by 2 or 3."

"Okay! Have fun doing whatever it is you do..."

And I did. By 2am, I stumbled out of a cab and paid a Samoan man a hefty tip. I was very tipsy, but still able to walk. Somehow, I felt I needed to apologize to the humorless cab driver, but the tip was enough to get him to say, "I'll stay here and make sure you get in the hotel. You take care, sir."

I sobered myself up enough to take my elevator ride up to my floor without incident. When I stumbled into the suite, all I could think about was bed.

"Gary, where are you going?" Bree asked.

"You're still up?"

Bree giggled. She was wearing one of my shirts and some yoga pants. "Of course. I slept most of the day. And now, it's my turn to pamper YOU." She started to undress me.

"Bree, I am so sorry. But I am tired and slightly drunk."

"Good," she said. "Then you won't fight back." Bree undid my belt and pulled down my pants.

"Bree, I really... " Bree gently kissed my cock and its started to swell in response. "...oh, all right."

Bree giggled in reply, and undressed me until I stood naked in front of her, with a slight erection bobbing in the cool hotel air. "I want you to go to the bathroom," she said.

The bathroom smelled like coconuts. Like REALLY strongly. "That is some strong suntan lotion," I said.

Bree chuckled. "Now, I want you to get into the tub BUT... very, very carefully. It's is VERY slippery. I have a liberal layer of coconut oil in it."

I looked down at the large, slick bathtub. "Oh, man..." I said.

Bree giggled again as she helped me lie in the cool oil.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Absolutely nothing. Just lie there, and watch me." Bree pulled off her pants and gently stepped barefoot into the tub, and sat opposite me with her feet between my legs. She slowly rubbed the oil on her legs and feet. Her panties went dark with soaked oil and revealed her red bush in the slightly transparent cloth. She rubbed her stomach and slid her hands higher and higher up my dress shirt. "I was pouring this oil," she said, taking out a bottle and showing me, "and I got so horny, I could barely prevent my own wet and slippery fingers from rubbing my clit until I came. But I wanted to wait. I wanted to build up the sexual tension, Gary, for you. But now I think I am just going to explode. I am so horny, Gary." Bree slid her dripping fingers down her underwear and started fingering herself. Her eyes crossed as a goofy grin spread across her face. "Oh, shit... this feels better than I expected."

I sobered up almost instantly. Her feet slid between my legs and one of her big toes rubbed my taint. My heart started to race as I felt this surge of adrenaline. "Bree... you are fucking HOT!"

Bree gasped. "I love it when you say shit like that." Bree poured a messy dollops of oil on her cleavage, soaking the shirt. Her fingers gripped her slick breasts. "I have to get out of these clothes, Gary. I want you... I want you to stare at me... while I strip. Just watch my tits." She unbuttoned my shirt and slid out of it, exposing her glistening breasts.

"Bree, your tits are fantastic. Oh, God, Bree, I am so lucky to be right here, right now..."

Bree poured some oil on my chest, and then slid herself on top of me. Our lips met, and she dropped the open bottle. I heard oil glug out somewhere. Our slippery bodies writhed and undulated in a manner that was both extremely erotic, yet frustrating because I could grip nothing. She slid around and probed her tongue deep into my mouth, pausing only to gasp for breaths. "Gary, I am going to fuck you so hard."

"Oh, Bree, yes..."

Bree mounted me, jamming her legs against the side of the tub for stability. My dick slid right in, and I felt every fold I passed into her seductive vaginal chamber. We were interlocked like two frenzied eels.

"Bree, that feels so good! I am so deep in your pussy."

"You like my pussy, don't you? I love feeling you deep in me. I feel full and powerful--"

"I love fucking you. I have never been fucked like this. You are so sexy..."

"I'll show you sexy. Gary. Like good food, I am both spicy and sweet." Bree rocked in place, thrusting up and down on my fat cock. I felt her fingertip start rubbing her clit. "I want you to cum in me, Gary.,. Gary? GAR-EEEEEE...!!!" Bree came hard, shuddering like she had epilepsy, and I felt her Kegel muscles clamp down on my dick. That was all I needed.

"Oh, Bree, I am cumming so HARD!" I shouted, and as my balls shrank in anticipation, I felt the flow of the sweet juice of my sex squirt deep in her slippery pink love sleeve as my hips thrust so hard, she was nearly launched backwards off me.

Soon, she was on my chest, panting and gasping. Maybe even whimpering slightly. "Gary... I have always had this fantasy and it was... it was so... so much better. It was all I wanted and more."

"But how are we going to get out of this tub?" I joked.

Bree turned on the water. "I got it all planned out." As she let the warm water from a detached sprayer wash all the oil off us and down the drain, she pulled out some washcloths and wiped us down with soapy water. She took my shampoo, and sat behind me. I lay between her legs, my head on her soft breasts as she shampooed my hair. I had never felt so relaxed in my life. Her fingers rubbed my scalp with the gentle firmness that released every bit of tension I had. Then she plugged the tub, and filled the water until we were both enveloped in the warmth only a deep soaking tub can provide.

I think I dozed off once or twice before Bree nudged me. "To bed, sleepy head..."

When I stepped out of the tub, she dried me off. I felt perfectly content and clean. She led me to bed, and the last thing I remember was falling asleep with her naked in my arms, gently rocking and singing the mango tree song in a lullaby voice.

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Summer of Bree: Part 6
M/F, cons


"You look younger," someone said. "I never saw you looking so great," said one of my contractors.

I would chuckle and smile. Bree was insatiable, and sex was guaranteed at least nightly, if not also twice nightly. I drank a lot of Red Bull, red meat, and orange juice to compensate. If it wasn't sex, it was cuddling, massages, and intimate moments in bed where our faces were inches from one another talking about everything and nothing.

She was majoring in medical studies, and planned on becoming a OB/GYN. She also had a financial portfolio that was incredibly well-planned, thanks to her dad's teachings, and said that her serious approach to her future was also a stark contrast to her rich and aloof classmates. I learned Bree was not well liked in college, because she was a know-it-all.

Boys were intimidated by her, and an incident back in high school still haunted her when she wanted a boy to cum on her face, and he called her a freak. She knew how hot she was, and she loved the effect it had on people. But until she met me, she claimed, she didn't really know what it was so fall in love. Before me, she would have gone to the hotel pool in a skimpy bikini, slowly eying those looking at her, until she got so horny, she would finger herself to mind-blowing orgasms. Now, she just didn't want that anymore.

"For the first time," she said, "I know why people say love makes you foolish. Normally by now, I'd be pre-studying my textbooks for the upcoming semester, and since I met you, I haven't even bought them yet."

Bree had a rich appetite. Growing up under her father's care, she knew what good food was, and while she didn't eat much, what she did eat was often in the realm of lifestyles of the rich and famous. I had never eaten so well, and dined on her leftovers.

"You didn't finish your fillet mignon," I said, looking at a hotel tray.

"You can have it. I can only eat half of one of those before... bleah... bloaty."

The only time she left the room was about 1-2 hours in the gym early in the morning. It seemed funny to me, seeing her in thick and baggy college sweat shorts and sneakers, after seeing her mostly naked in the room all the time.

And it's was all on Dan's dime.

Dan. That was the only bad part. Part of me wondered if Dan knew. How could he not? Bree assured me that, "Daddy doesn't know, and cannot know," often in a dark tone that suggested we could lose everything if I because casual with such a thought. And my paranoid brain tried to warn me, in Allan's voice, about fucking daddy's girl.

By the time the conference was over, I knew I had probably tripled my business in the next 6-8 months. I had made great contacts and hired two addition contractors under me to handle the load. So when Friday rolled around, I had almost forgotten about the waterfalls at Lanai.

"You gonna get ready...?" Bree asked, dressed in her usual "I am scared someone will photograph me" attire; long dress, floppy hat, huge shades.

"Shit!" I said, waking up. "When does the plane leave?"

"I already packed you. Just toss in your PJ's and put on these clothes, and we're out!"

The small plane ride to Lanai was bumpy and harrowing, and more than once, Bree secretly slid her hand into mine and squeezed it for comfort. The island was covered under a thick blanket of clouds, and it was drizzling. When we landed, Dan's friends were there to greet me. Their names were Jon and Hilda.

"Welcome to Lanai," Hilda said, putting a lei around me and squeezing my tight with the warmed hug. She had a mild German accent. "You must be Gary!"

"I am," I said, "and this is--"

"Bree!" Hilda said with a gasp. "When I last saw you, you were a tiny little red-capped mushroom!"

Bree smiled politely. "Hello, Aunt Hilda."

Jon shook my hand. "Welcome to Lanai. When Dan told me he was sending a friend and Bree, we were delighted and wanted to receive you personally." Jon had no accent, but he had a certain pattern to his voice that suggested European upbringing.

"I am glad to be here," I said. "I wasn't planning on--"

"It's great to see you both," Hilda said. "Business has been scant these last few weeks, so we were very glad to have customers. I have the master suite all ready for you. It has the best view, and Bree can have the smaller room down the hall. It's specially designed with teen girls in mind. It's right next to the bathroom! Hahaha!"

"Oh," I said, and realized I may have looked disappointed. "I hope this doesn't put you out or anything..." I tried to save with, but then realized I had just been told business was slow.

"Thank you," Bree said with a polite smile and poker face.

"It won't be any trouble. Bree, we have a special facial, mani-pedi appointment set up for you when we get in. You and I will be BEST pals, I just know it!" Hilda said. Her voice suggested she was one desperate half of a childless couple.

"We have a lot to catch up on," Bree said flatly.

The vehicle back to the small inn was a van decorated with the inn's name and number in peeling stick-on vinyl lettering. The shocks were in bad shape and the transmission was slipping. The gray day seemed to be accented by fog and lingering rain and mist. It was even chilly.

"I didn't know you knew Hilda..." I whispered to Bree when I was sure Jon and Hilda were focused elsewhere.

"Neither did I," Bree said in a tone that suggested we keep all conversations brief.

"Your appointment to the falls is set for tomorrow!" Jon shouted over the noise of the poor-tuned engine straining to steadily drive uphill. The guide was on the plane with you, but he's staying with his family."

This last statement hit home just how small town this trip had become. If Bree and I were to have our dalliances, they would have to be extremely hidden, and that didn't look likely with her room down the hall. I didn't know why I hadn't thought of that, and suddenly, I got very depressed about it.

We stopped at a small, run-down colonial-style house at a mountaintop. "It ain't much," Jon said, opening the squeaky van door. "But it's home!"

He wasn't kidding. My apartment was the size of their entire floor plan. Downstairs was the kitchen and dining area, a lounge with wicker seating and a TV set, a small bathroom, and some storage. "Follow me to your rooms," Jon said. I'll bring up your luggage while my wife prepares you a snack with some lovely poi.

Upstairs were 4 sets of bedrooms with my "master bedroom" taking up about 25% of the entire space with a queen bed and a large window overlooking the road and the steep slope down to the ocean. The rest were the owner's bedroom, two other small bedrooms, and a small bathroom with a large counter-top and sink where a bathtub and shower would be.

"Cozy," I said.

Bree sighed. "Where do we shower?" she asked.

"Outside," Jon said with a smile. "Look, you get the teen bedroom all to yourself! You can choose the top or lower bunk!"

These would be two very long days.

The snack was pretty bland. Bree didn't eat, and looked very bored. She never made eye contact, and it hurt in my stomach even though I knew it was all an act for our safety. Hilda did her best to try and get Bree to talk, but Bree only responded with polite answers. It seems that Bree was brought here when she was 3 by Dan and his second wife a year before the divorce. "Aunt Hilda" was no more related to her than all the "uncle So-and-so" of all Dan's business partners. It made me wonder if she would call me "Uncle Gary."

Jon did his best to cheer me up. He took me into the main lounge, which would have been a living room in most houses, and turned on the satellite TV. "I know it's cold and rainy today," he said, "but I know how to warm you up. We have some warm springs a little walk down the road. Like nature's own hot tub. You like football?"

I loathed sports, but I could tell Jon really wanted me to say yes. And like I predicted, the second the game came on, he shut up for the most part. The only comments he made were about various players and who was doing what, or should have been doing what. Soon, I just wanted to be in the hot springs.

Bree came in the lounge. "Uncle Gary," she said. But her voice trailed off at the end, and I sweetly realized even SHE had trouble saying it. "Hilda is going to take me down to the hot springs."

"Can I come?" I asked.

"Nope!" Hilda said. "Girls only!" She giggled and squeezed Bree hard from one side. Bree expressed a lot in one small gesture with her eyes and lips: resignation, pity, sorrow, and frustration. I was starting to get her and her subtle clues.

The rest of the day was hell. After two hours of watching a terrible game with no cell phone access to browse the web, I excused myself to my room, saying I was tired.

I woke up to dim light. Bree was sitting on the edge on my bed, and a strange scent filled the room.

"Gary," Bree whispered. I was about to answer when she put her finger to her lips. "I just have to tell you something. Something important."

I nodded.

"They have some kind of mud bath there, Gary. I... I... oh, Gary... if it weren't for Hilda being just downstairs, I would swallow you whole. I am so horny. My God, Gary."

"You're a big fan of mud. I remember."

Bree looked nervously over her shoulder. "Some kind of volcanic ash and clay. I was wearing a bathing suit, but... I wanted to be in there naked." Her fingers lightly touched my shin and she moved her fingers up my leg with the lightest of brush strokes. "Hilda was in with me. So gross. I was so frustrated. I wanted to sink slowly. Like how I'd take your cock into my mouth."

I swallowed nervously as my cock started to rise. "I miss you already..."

Bree put her fingers to her lips and shook her head angrily. "No talking. Just listening. Gary, when we get out of here? I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I tried to rub one out in my bunk but the bunk-bed creaks with every single movement and you can hear it everywhere."

The floorboard creaked, and Bree looked nervously in the doorway.

"Why don't you close it--?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I want to hear and see who's coming."

"I wish I was..." I joked, but she slapped me hard on my dick.

"Oh, ow...!" I mumbled in shock. That really hurt, and certainly killed the boner I had.

"Good night, Gary. I am skipping dinner."

Dinner was fish. I was told it was fresh that morning, but it was flavorless and dry. After a few minutes of idle chit-chat, Jon looked at me sternly. "How did you end up with Bree?"

I sighed and played the part. "Dan wanted me to take her to Lanai Falls--"

"She is one hot number. Reminds me of her mom. If it were me... whoa! Am I right?" He nudged me.

"I think Dan would kill you," I replied.

Hilda laughed. "Dan must really trust you. I wonder why he didn't send her up here with a female friend of his? But then again, I guess he doesn't trust women. Bree's sour outlook has probably ruined a decent holiday for you, huh?"

"Not really. I was here on business."

"You ah... in Dan's business?" Jon asked. His question seemed hesitant and loaded.

"Not really. I do mostly web design, IT contracts, and network engineering. A tech consultant and contractor."

Hilda and Jon exchanged nervous glances. "You ah... know what Jon does?"

"Yeah, real estate and some kind of distribution."

Hilda and Jon made eye contact again. "I see."

"What does that mean?"

Jon smiled, put down his fork, and slapped me confidently on my back. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

I went to bed early, wondering what "nothing at all" really meant. I didn't know how Dan knew Jon or Hilda. As I tried to sleep, I heard some rhythmic creaking from down the hall. I pictured Bree trying very hard to take care of herself quietly, and smirked.

The next morning, Jon took me down to the hot springs. The springs were really 2 large wooden tubs supplied hot water from a pipe. Next to us were the mud baths, which were being tended to by two Polynesian girls. "You gotta stir that stuff constantly or it settles and becomes lead. These girls do this almost daily. Plus, you have to mix the ash with the water in a ratio that's just right."

"Mr. Kremich?" asked one of the girls.

"Yes, Juliet?"

"Someone got into the tubs last night."

"Someone came up here? And used the mud bath?"

"Yes sir. Made right mess, too. But we got it all cleaned up."

Jon furrowed his brow. "Hilda is normally so neat. I know she took Bree up here, but I know Bree wouldn't do it. She seemed really scared of it, according to Hilda. I wonder if it's someone pulling pranks on me."

As I sat down in the hot water, I noticed someone had written "Mango" on a palm tree next to my tub. I smiled.

Later on, the sun came out, and the humidity became unbearable. We were about to take a 4 mile hike around the side of the volcano, and head for Lanai Falls. Bree seemed to have perked up, but still a little grouchy. She obtusely avoided me, and even though I knew it was an act, it still pissed me off, which I guess only added to the illusion.

Juliet turned out not only to be the girl who mops up volcanic mud, but also our guide. She was a small thing barely 5' 2", dark Polynesian skin, black hair in a thick braid, and huge breasts that seemed to overcompensate for her otherwise childish looks. As we hiked up the side of the volcano, she paused for breaks as Bree snapped hundreds of photos with her digital camera.

At one point, Bree took a very awkward picture of me sitting on a log, picking at a blister. "I'm sending that to daddy," she said, "so he knows how much fun you're having."

"I'll allow it."

It took us nearly 2 hours to get to the rim, and another half hour to go down to the valley which, as luck would have it, was a much steeper drop. As tired as I was, I kept thinking how this would suck even more when we had to climb back up.

But the falls were spectacular. Like out of some movie set, they roared with the swollen white ribbons of recent rainwater.

"Normally, it's not this intense!" Juliet shouted over the noise. "But there's a place around the bend that is a little quieter!"

Jon paused for a moment, and looked at his satellite phone. "Hilda needs me back at the Inn!" he shouted. "We have a sudden new arrival we have to pick up. Bree? You may have to share your room!"

Bree frowned, but since we were leaving tomorrow, we knew it couldn't be THAT bad.

"Juliet will take you around, I've seen it!" Jon smiled, gave me a slap on the back, and headed back up the slope.

"Just us!" Juliet said. "Here, come around this way!"

Juliet led us around some rocks until we were in a secluded place that was comparatively less noisy. "So, let's sit here for a bit. The water should calm down in a few hours. It's cool, we have lunch." She unpacked her backpack and laid out some nice cheeses, fruits, and a bottle of wine. "So, you're a friend of Dan's, huh?"

I snickered. "Small world. You know Dan?"

Juliet opened the plastic containers of fruit. "I know Dan. Most of the island does. You, you and Bree... you fucking?"

I froze in place. Bree snorted. "What??"

"I shouldn't ask that..." Juliet said with the chuckle of an in-joke. "Because everyone knows that's what's going on. Or, at least, you're trying to. Gary... Gary, Gary, Gary... you are playing with fire, my friend."

I kept a straight face. "I am sure that small-town gossip likes a good story, but--"

"Can the sass, you guys were fucking like rabbits back on the main island. Bree may have had a separate room, but she slept in yours." Juliet looked over Bree. "Can't blame you. Damn, you are fine for a haole. Red hair, green eyes... mmm... I'd put on a strap-on and ride you like a dyke, girl." Juliet's accent started to sound more urban.

"That's a little crude--"

"The age of consent in Hawaii is 16, you know that?"

"And just how old are you?"

"You making a pass? My boyfriend lifts boats over his head all day. He's got muscles that have muscles."

I shook my head. "I am not making a pass, just wondering what age people stop thinking I want to bang Dan's daughter--"

"Please," Bree said, touching my arm. "She's not bluffing."

"I'm sorry?"

Bree looked at me. "Juliet's not her real name, either. Is it?"

Juliet laughed. "Check out the big brain on Bree!"

"I believe your real name is Apelila, you're Aka and Palapala's youngest daughter?"

Apelila nodded in respect. "Okay, okay... you got me. So you know why I am here."

"Who is she?" I asked. "Who are her parents?"

Bree hushed me with a gentle squeeze on my arm. She winked, smiled, and suddenly spun around in a roundhouse kick.

Apelila backed away quickly, and clumsily grabbed the small cheese knife. Food scattered to the leaf-strewn forest floor. "I'll cut you, bit--" she started to say, but Bree flipped over the small rock that was supposed to be our food table and grabbed Apelila's head with her thighs. Without pausing, she twisted her legs to one side like a pair of scissors, and pulled Apelila down to the ground. Before she could even know what happened, Bree was on top of her and had her arm behind her back.

"Let GO OF ME YOU BITCH!" Apelila screamed.

"No no," Bree said. "That won't do."

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked.

Bree chuckled. "Gary, in my backpack is a roll of duck tape. Toss it to me, will you?"

I fumbled through her pack, and pulled out the large silver roll as Apelila squirmed and struggled under Bree.

"Don't hurry or nothin'," Bree joked as I tossed her the roll. She effortlessly caught it with an impressive overhand catch. Using her teeth and free hand, she pulled off strips and wrapped them around Apelila's wrists and ankles. Then she covered Apelila's mouth with another strip. "I like this game, what about you, Apelila?"

Apelila screamed as best she could through the tape.

"What was that about a strap on and riding me like a dyke, Apelila?"

Apelila struggled through her bonds and screamed. Her nostrils flared with rage.

Bree picked her up and tossed her across the rock. Apelila groaned in pain. Bree pulled off Apelila's hiking boots and started to pull out the laces. "So, you want to play a game?"

Apelila said something that was clearly a "fuck you" comment. I was frozen in indecision. What the hell was I going to do? "Bree, what is going on? Is there an end game to this?"

Bree smiled. "Apelila is the daughter of one of dad's biggest business rivals. Clearly we have been left here to die. But that's okay. I have been trained."

"Trained?"

"Trained..." Bree said with a sadistic smile as she kicked off her own hiking boots and started pulling out those laces. Apelila just rolled with her back on the rock in pain. Bree took each boot lace and tied it around an ankle or a wrist, then anchored that to a sapling. She took out a huge lock-back knife, cut the tape restraints, and then stretched Apelila's body into a star-like pattern. Apelila lay splayed open on the rock as Bree waved the knife in front of Apelila's face. "Now... you ever heard of a death by a thousand cuts?"

Apelila squirmed in panic as Bree lowered the blade and started cutting into Apelila's shorts with a meaty tear.

"This is a Buck one-ten. Nice blade. Metal is a 425 stainless. Sharp as a razor and dirty as serpent's tooth. I never go anywhere without it." Bree pulled off stripes of Apelila's shorts until all I could see were her panties. They were small and had small cherries on them. Bree started cutting Apelila's shirt the same way, and Apelila's eyes were as wide with terror as Bree's were with sadistic glee as she smoothed her hands over Apelila's amble bosom. "Oh, look. A sorts bra. So now when I stab you in the heart, I won't have to worry about dulling my knife on under-wires." Bree didn't cut the shirt in strips like she did Apelila's pants. She pinched the shirt and slowly cut small holes until the shirt looked like swiss cheese.

Apelila screamed as loud as she could under the tape and struggled.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "You really gonna kill her?"

"I have to. But I want to have fun first. I want to kill you like old people fuck; slow and sloppy." Bree's grin cracked wide as she dragged the back of the knife down Apelila's nose.

"Won't they find her body? Won't someone miss her?"

Bree shrugged and tore off the slashed shirt in one strong pull. Apelila's wet abdomen shone in the sun peeking through the clouds. I started to get hard.

"You know what I really liked?" Bree asked, rolling down Apelila's panties. Her pussy was surprisingly shaved and waxed. A trickle of Apelila's fear sweat dripped into the folds of her vulva. "I liked it when you ate me out. I wonder if Apelila likes that, too?" Bree kneed down between Apelila's legs and her stiff tongue I only knew so well started licking in the holiest of holies. Bree's thumbs dug deep into Apelila's thigh muscles as she vigorously started licking and kissing with noisy sucking.

"Stop STOP!" Apelila cried out as she gasped in shock, but couldn't seem to be very convincing. She started gasping and grunting, struggling against the oral rape that had her bound. "Muh... MUH STUUUP!" she shouted, bucking and twisting against the crude bonds. Bree started reaching down her own shorts, taking care of her own business while my cock grew fat at the splendor before me. Apelila's hard nipples poked through the cut in her bra, rubbing this way and that like little cotton mouths across her nipples. I wanted to Jack off, but couldn't. I was spellbound.

Suddenly, Apelila broke one arm free, but pretended like she was still bound.

"Bree, look out!" I shouted, but Apelila grabbed her other wrist and broke free. Bree leaned back, he eyes crossed in mid-orgasm and her hand furiously rubbed inside her shorts. Apelila freed one leg, but Bree regained her sense and wrestled Apelila back to the rock. Apelila punched Bree, grabbed her knife and threw it at me, where it hit me deep in the groin. For some reason, this pain was not what I expected and suddenly I found myself staring at a ceiling fan.

"Shhh!" Bree said, her hand on my cock. "Not so loud!"

We were back in the master bedroom. I looked at my small travel alarm clock, and it said 3:34 am. "Oh my God," I whispered.

"I was almost done..." Bree said. "You were having a good time until my hand slipped. Sorry. But I came and lost control. Gary, I really needed this. Thanks."

"What?" was all I could brilliantly muster. "I just woke up."

Bree giggled as she stood up. "I know. So, what did you dream about?" She opened my door and peeked out.

"Uh... something really Jame Bond like." I shook my head. I decided not to tell her the rest.

"Coast is clear. See you in the morning..." she winked. And with that she was gone.

What the fuck?

Whoops, double posted. Ah, who cares?

My life has been b-u-s-y. Half of this was written a few weeks ago. I hope the dream sequence wasn't a bummer. It may be a while before I add to this as retail season is coming, and that means busy sales time.

Tell you what, I'll take requests, within reason. What should Bree and Gary do at the falls? Besides fucking?

<I>The thunder of the water was all around us as Bree's warm lips met mine. The water was cold, but somehow that made it all the hotter. Our sense were overwhelmed by the white noise and pushing of gallons of rainwater pressing down on our bodies.</I>

I got that part. Someone suggested the mud thing was awesome, and I should expand upon it. I can do that. Or more bondage stuff. Mud and bondage.

Perhaps a bit of a bummer, but I'm just fucking glad you haven't abandoned this story.

That the leading up to and sexing in the mud passage in part 3 was some of the elit I've read in a long time.

As for suggestions, maybe flesh out their relationship and/or the backstory some more.

OP you are my hero! I have wanted to write for a while now(im a struggling college student) and i felt that i wanted to write sci-fi or war fiction but i have always had this urge to write elit. I love the detail and thought put into this story it makes me feel like i am actually gary and that i am the luckiest motherfucker in the world. Ill start writing short stories and will post any good ones here. Thanks again OP

Write me a book of this! My boyfriend says more girl on girl pussy lickin!

I came here for the sex but it looks like I shall remain for the plot.

Thank you OP. This is great. Can't wait for the next chapter.

Summer of Bree: Part 8
M/F, cons

"That was risky," I whispered to Bree at breakfast. She didn't make a face one way or another. I felt another pang of anger at this, even though I knew full well what she was doing. Memories of Apelila still lingered in my head. Truth was, as I found out, the people who tended the mud baths were an old shriveled up guy and a heavy set woman who smoked constantly. Of course.

"We're going down to the falls early. I have an unexpected guest. I'll lead you up there, make sure you know how to get back, and then I have to turn right around."

"How far away is it?" I asked.

"Only two miles from here..." he winked.

"That's not so bad--"

"... all uphill," he finished and laughed.

Oh.

"But not to worry: it's downhill the way back. Hilda made some lunch, you can stay as long as you like, but I'd start heading back before sunset. The path can be hard in the dark."

The hike uphill was pretty bad, but Jon did his best to inspire us. Bree was wearing some very hot shorts, and I did my best not to look at them. But her apple bottom was constantly flexing and jiggling in front of me as I walked behind her, often downhill from her. Her shirt clung to her chest, and I caught Jon looking at her from time to time with that look all men know. Bree seemed oblivious, taking pictures of nearly everything. By the time we got to the edge of the falls, I was very sexually frustrated.

The falls themselves were pretty incredible, I have to say. The recent rains had made them especially intense as water pured from several outcroppings, down a series of ledges, and then across some smooth rocks to a main pool which then overflowed down a steep cliff. It was like the world's most scenic hot tub, balcony, and water park all in one. The photos did it no justice. The water was also very warm, so steam was seeping over everything.

But we were also not alone. There were a few tourists lingering about, some sunburned in bathing suits, and a few locals who were gathering what looked to be mud in straw baskets.

"This is where we gather some of our volcanic mud," Jon said, pointing to the girls with baskets and shouting over the roar of the waterfalls. "It collects here, in this small pool. Mostly made up of ash and other volcanic minerals. It takes a few days to gather, and only appears after a heavy rains. Very fine texture. The falls here collect in this pool. They are warmed thought some volcanic vents uphill, where the water is too hot to sit in. Right here's it's just right. Nice and warm. Only place like it in the world."

Bree snapped more pictures.

"A lot of tourists come here and stay all day. Please make sure not to leave any trash though. Very poor taste. There are no garbage cans, so make sure you put all your waste in the plastic bag Hilda put in your food basket, and take it down with you. If you see anybody else's trash, put it in there too. Other tourists are kind of stupid that way. Now, you folks know the way back? Just follow the pink ribbons on the tree trunks. It'll lead you back home."

I nodded, trying not to look at Bree taking off her shirt wearing nothing but her skimpy bikini. God, what a body. As she took off her hiking boots, I saw every man there stare at her like a predator watching elk. Part of me wanted to boast, "Yeah! YEAH! Guess what, fellas? I am totally fucking that body!" But I kept to myself and distanced my gazes to the natural splendor that was not Bree.

"You look so awkward, uncle Dan," Bree said while I was lost in thought.

"Huh?"

"You sit in your home office all day, and never see how wonderful the world can be. Relax. Enjoy yourself."

The sun was filtering through the trees, and casting shadows on her skin. Her beautiful eyes sparkled. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Sorry, I am just tired from that long hike--"

"Take off your shirt, and help me get to those caves under the falls," she said, pointing to a few alcoves were tourists were letting the water pound on them.

"That looks dangerous--"

"Which is why I need your help," she said, playfully poking me in the belly.

I prayed to the volcano gods for strength. I took off my shirt and shoes, leaving our lunch basket and fanny packs near some rocks. Wading through the warm pool that was waist-deep, I found the current very strong and the rocks very slippery. They had a smooth, undulating patterns as the lava slowly hardened eons ago, and then were worn even smoother by the constant water. Bree and I made our way to the falls, where the warm water thundered around us. Step by step, we made it to a small cove where someone had put a large log as a bench, and a bunch of tourists were sitting, letting the water push down on their shoulders.

It was impossible to hear anything in the noise. The caves were not very deep, and cold water splashed around our feet where debris swirled around. Every person we passed from cove to cove looked at Bree like they either water to fuck her or were disgusted by her erotic opulence; just like back home. We looked like we were the youngest couple there. I longed for them to go away, so Bree and I could enjoy this in peace.

Bree found a ledge and sat down. I sat next to her, and we looked out at the pool below us.

"Those guys stare at me a lot," she said, noticing two older men who had started to swim closer to the falls, looking up at us.

"Yeah, go figure."

"That make you mad?"

I sighed. "I guess not."

"You guess not?"

"I mean, I can't blame them."

"You still find me attractive, right?"

I smirked. "Yeah. Yeah I do."

"Then why the sighing?"

I sighed again. "Bree, look. You're young, in college, and have your whole life ahead of you. Me? I am halfway in my life, and while I am so happy with the sex, there's a part of me that wonders what happens when--"

"When what? Why not live in the moment?"

I shrugged. "I have been hurt before."

"I can see that. The sex hasn't really changed that, has it? You live with one foot in the past, one in the future, and you're being torn in half. Me? Right now. And right now, you're my lover."

"I also feel really guilty I am using your dad to--"

"Live in the moment, Gary!"

"I am using him in the moment. I used him to be here!"

"No, he thinks he's using you. My goodness, Gary. You're the type that would win the Lotto and worry about the taxes."

I nodded. "You got that right."

"I will let you know something Gary, if it helps. Maybe gives you closure in advance. We will break up. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not for a few years. But yes, it will happen."

I felt like my heart had been punched.

"And it will hurt both of us like crazy. But you know what? That's not right now. That's later."

"Answer me this," I said, "since we're being honest. What would really happen if your dad found out?"

"About us fucking like spring bunnies?"

"Yes."

Bree looked down at her toes. "Well..."

"Honestly, realistically speaking."

Bree pondered for a good minute. "He'd be hurt, Gary."

"I figured that. He'd kill me--"

"He's been betrayed by almost every woman he's known. His own mother, his older sister, two wives, and a few business partners. I am all he has left, his only little girl. Once he realizes I have grown and have a life outside of his... he's ... he's gonna shit himself."

"And that shit is right over my head," I said. "I will be completely honest. Right now, living in the moment... I love you. I know that's too much, too soon, but fuck, Bree... I have fallen in love with you. Or I am falling. And I can't help it. I just seem myself falling into a deep dark hole that is getting narrower and narrower until I am squished at the bottom like a pastry tube. We have to fake our relationship, and I yearn for you. And it's not just the sex. It's the companionship I have so missed for so long, and tried to make my business fill that hole. And it scares me. It scares me more than your dad coming at me with a gun. In fact, part of me wants him to find out and kill me. Just outright--"

"I wouldn't let him," Bree said with a dark tone. "Even if we break up, I would never let him hurt you."

"How can you promise that?"

Bree shrugged. "I'll think of something." She looked at me, and gave a slight smile that shone in her eyes. "I'll think of something." I am not sure how it happened, but we started to kiss. But unlike the lustful kisses in the past, this kiss was passionate and thoughtful. My heart stopped resisting and I found myself embracing her soft, wet skin and pulling her close with a deep love from the bottom of my gut.

"Aw get a ROOM!" I heard someone shout. Bree broke off the kiss and giggled. "Boop," she said, pushing my nose. "Let's live in this moment..."

"I love you," I heard myself saying.

"I love you, too, Gary..." she said with a coy smile. We sat for a long time in peace. The sun had risen in the sky and was now warming the small cove we were in.

"I am hungry..." Bree said. "Let go eat."

The food was... okay. In fact, it was like a child's lunch: a few fruit cups, some sodas, and baloney sandwiches. No wonder these people had trouble with repeat customers. Bree and I sat in a sunny patch on top some leaves and when our eyes met, we'd snicker like all of this was some huge joke.

"Here I am, in Hawaii... and eating canned pineapple," Bree said looking at the can. "Not even the good kind, but Val-U-Rite."

"Made in the Philippines," I noticed.

"That's like going to France and bringing your own bread."

"Or China, and ordering hamburgers at a dim sum place."

"A Starbucks in Columbia."

"Packaged ramen in Japan!"

"OKAY PEOPLE!" shouted someone coming up the trail. "THE BUS IS LEAVING IN ONE HOUR! TIME TO GO!"

"Look," Bree joked, "the Methuselah express arrived."

Almost every old man and woman got up begrudgingly, and started putting on their hiking clothes. Two younger men shouted in English, Spanish, and German, with a few assistants helped people walk down the path. After a while, Bree and I were one of the few people left.

"I want to go swimming," Bree said. "Now that the old man smell is gone."

"Me too," I agreed.

We both went swimming in the warm waters. The pools were not very deep; some were only ankle deep while others only went up to my shoulders. Bree held onto me at certain points, and we lazily skipped among the slick bottom rocks. At one point, she wrapped around my front and we just stared into each other's eyes.

"Gary," Bree said seductively. "I'm horny."

I smiled. "Where can we go and take care of that?"

"Why not here?"

I looked around. There were a few people left. Most were not paying attention, except a few Hispanic guys who couldn't keep their eyes off of Bree. "I don't think--"

"Don't think," she said, shifting around. "Just follow my lead."

I felt her pull my swimsuit down. "Bree??" I whispered. But as soon as my dick came out, I felt it push against her soft bush. I was erect within seconds, pulsing my warm fattening cock into her shrinking soft grip. Her agile fingers glided my dick into those folds that were a new comfortable place in my life. After a few pushes, she had her arms back around my neck, gently thrusting me deeper into her soft love tunnel. She gave me a soft kiss on my upper lip, and then gently bit my nose.

"I... uh..." I replied.

"Live in the moment," she whispered. Her eyes rolled up a little as she gently rocked our connection closer.

"I--"

"Let them stare," she said. "What are they gonna do? Give them a show."

"Am I dreaming?" I asked.

Bree's breathing became harder. "I sure hope so, I'd be jealous if another woman was in this place."

"You say you're horny," I whispered. "But you can't feel how horny I am."

Bree inhaled deeply and shuddered an exhale. Her hips thrust with a more sturdy rhythm.

"I bet you wanted to fuck in that mud back there," I said.

Bree nodded. To anyone watching us, they would have thought we were having an intimate conversation, and I tried very hard to keep this illusion despite pleasure sliding up and down my shaft. I felt parts of my thighs and my ball sack tingle in the warm mineral waters like charging batteries. "You know what would be really hot?" I asked.

Bree gasped. "What?" She seemed to enjoy the dirty talk.

"I would have loved to, if we were alone, to make you strip naked and sink deep in that mud while your wrists and ankles were tied up. Your struggles would please me."

"Gary... Jesus..." she whispered.

"As you sank deeper and deeper... I would pull out my cock and start stroking it while I watched you struggle..."

Bree's thrusting seemed almost desperate as the water rippled between us. Her eyes rolled back as she took a deep shuddering sniff.

"You'd sink up to your pussy... then hips... then past your navel... deeper and deeper... soon the bottom your tits would touch the creamy mud..."

Bree shook as she opened her mouth and closed her eyes in a hard, orgasmic squint. I heard her force a scream into her sinuses while her Klegal muscles pulsed across my dick.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you Bree? Be totally helpless? While I pleasured myself?"

"Stop stop stop..." Bree said deep whisper as she unconnected from me. "Jon's coming."

"But I haven't..." Bree did not care. We pulled up our pants and parted ways. I had blue balls like a teenager who overdosed on porn. Within seconds, I saw Jon's stupid floppy hat come over the ridge. I am glad Bree heard him, because I sure didn't. I had to think for 400 unsexy things just to get the erection down.

"Great water, huh?" Jon asked. "Where's Bree?"

I looked around nonchalantly. "There she is," I said.

"BREE!" Jon called out with a happy smile. "You're dad's here!"

God dammit.

This may be it for a while. Black Friday is only a few weeks away, and I am super-busy through the splendor and gala that is the Holidays here in the the United States. I got a work load that leads me into March before I am on the road again.

It's book promotion time again ;)

Take your time, I'm enjoying this greatly.

>your dad's here

Shit is about to go down.

Must have

Dear God its been more than a month and no update!? WTF!

MOAR!!!!

>>17970

He/she clearly said:
>>17627

So it may be another month of two before we get anything more.


Just posting this to show there is still interest.

Oh, I have one more. Then nothing until March at the earliest at this rate. This has more story, less sex, but some sex is better than no sex.

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Summer of Bree: Part 9
M/F, cons

The summer heat made the small "living area" of the small inn almost unbearable. But the worst part was hearing Bree shout, "Daddy!!!" like she was 11. Complete boner killer.

"Hey Pumpkin!" Dan said. "Where's your glasses?"

"Oh, I don't need them!"

"I can tell you haven't been reading your schoolwork."

Bree gave an odd smile. Almost like a seductive "back off" to her own father. I would have hit a kid for less. But maybe I was crabby.

"Gary!" Dan said loudly. "Let's go outside and talk!" He seemed neither happy nor angry to see me, which was rather unnerving.

"Uh... okay."

That's when I noticed Dan was using a cane. He didn't seem to be relying on it too much except for stability. "It's hotter than swamp sweat in here. I can barely breathe."

We went outside. "Let's walk a little," Dan said. We found a small shaded spot overlooking the ocean on a slope far below. "Gary, how stupid do you think I am?"

My face must have flushed. "I don't--"

"That's a rhetorical question, Gary. You an honest man?"

I smiled. "As honest as the job requires, sir."

"Don't 'sir' me; only two people should be called sir: those who are knighted and those who don't work for a living. I am not your superior. I am, however, Bree's father."

This was going badly. I wondered how long to keep up the act.

"Bree loves you, and she only loves you. Not sure why, not sure how."

"Well, s... I mean, Dan. She's nice and --"

"Don't lie to me. She's a bitch like her mom. Let me cut the chase from this conversation and tell you that I am away you two have been at it like rabbits. Before you craft a lie that will embarrass the both of us, let me assure you that not only have I been aware for a while, obviously I have been trying to encourage it."

I didn't know what to say. "Well--"

"She's not aware I know, which is part of my plan. You know what I do for a living, Gary?"

"I assumed you exported --"

"I guess my accusation you're fucking my 16 year old daughter doesn't shake you."

Dammit, it was a trap. "Look, Dan, I don't know what's going on--" Wait, did he say she was 16? "You said she was in college!"

"Yes, she is. Since 14. She's been home schooled and on an educational track that is really advanced. But I admire your shock. Yes, you have been seduced by a girl who had braces until just 4 months ago." Dan laughed heartily. "Now, it's true, I am in the export/import business. Half of it is even legal. I have more money than the grains of sand in that beach far... far below us."

I let the silence linger. Dan was toying with me, and I was helpless. "So, you're going to kill me?"

"I could. I could kill you. Statutory rape would send you to jail, too. I am a man with a lot of options."

I swallowed. "Dan, had I known she was --"

"Shut up, Gary. Let's just stand here and look at the ocean."

I am not sure how long we stood in that silence. Might have been an hour. I was scared, angry, and confused. The height made me dizzy.

"I'll give you a choice, Gary," Dan said, breaking the silence with a hoarseness. "You can leave. Right now. Break her heart. Just fly back home, to Vegas, or whatever. I won't give a shit."

"...or?"

Dan smiled. "Glad to see you like options. You're a good businessman, Gary. Here's the deal. You stay. You buy me out. We merge businesses and over the next six months, you do a hostile takeover. Keep Bree."

I was a little shocked. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why would you give me all your m--"

"I'm dying, Gary..." his voice rose slightly as his throat closed. He cleared he throat a few times before he continued. "I have been spending the last week in a retreat. Supposed to cure cancer..." he paused a long time. "It does not. I have a few months to live, tops."

I was so conflicted with feelings, my chest ached and my stomach hurt.

"If I die, Bree gets the gold. Which means everyone comes after her. Her mom, my other ex, and every cock-sucking gangster from the four corners of the globe. But if I die penniless... well... they won't come after me. Or her. She inherits nothing. I have a pauper's funeral."

"They'll come after me--"

"Yep. Like a hornet to a baby's face. There's no way around it, you'll be a target. Of course, my fortune and daughter come with a bonus package: I teach you everything there is to know about what I do. In the meantime, I'll forbid you to hang around my daughter, she'll fuck you out of spite, and who knows... maybe her love will stick. I wouldn't marry, her though. Too much like her mom. She'll get the money back. Up to you how to split it with her when I'm worm food."

I shook my head. "This doesn't make sense."

"Bree likes you, Gary. First guy I'd trust with her. But I also know you're both terrible liars. We have to fix that. In the meantime, play the same game that you two are sneaking behind my back."

"I am not sure this is ethical--"

"Neither is fucking a teenager."

"I didn't KNOW she was 16!"

Dan laughed. "Yeah, yeah... tell it to the judge."

There was a long silence. A million thoughts ran through my head, and I didn't like any of them.

"You're the last hope I've got, Gary. She's my number one client..." he cleared his throat a few more times. "I wouldn't trust her with any other guy other than me."

The dinner that night was awkward. Dan played his role, Bree pretended like I was just a boring chaperon, and I didn't feel like eating. After dinner, I decided to take a walk.

"Hey," said a familiar voice.

"Bree," I replied after a jumped. "What... what are you doing out here?"

"Getting eaten by bugs..." she said. "Why are you out here?"

"Your dad talked to you yet?"

"Yeah. Same boring stuff." She narrowed one eye. "Why...?"

"He had some heavy stuff to say, that's all."

"Like what?"

My god. She doesn't know yet. "Um... I'll... let him tell you."

"Sounds serious."

"It is... it is..."

"Daddy's asleep. I am feeling frisky. I think I want to go into the woods and fuck you silly."

I sighed and smiled, ending with a chuckle as I shook my head.

"Not the kind of reaction I expected," she said, a little pissed off.

"Bree..." I said softly. "Nothing would please me more than to stick my hard cock into your tight pussy."

"Now we're talkin--"

"But tonight, I want to just hold you."

Bree blinked. "Hold me?" She walked by my side.

"Hold you. Just... appreciate one another."

"Can we fuck afterwards?"

I did a nose-chuckle. "You are persistent. The devil in you."

"The devil in me..." she echoed. "Have you lost all interest in me? Did I blow it today?"

I stooped and turned to her. "Bree... the truth is... your body is so smoking hot, I wish I could tie you down in the dirt and cut your clothing off of you. Slowly. I'd tie a blindfold to your head while I slowly jacked off watching the cuts in your clothing expose more and more flesh."

"Jesus, Gary," she said, fanning herself. After a pause, she said, "don't stop, what else??"

"I'd cut your shirt off. I'd watch you squirm as sweat glistened off your torso in the moonlight. It'd cut your bra in one stroke; your breast springing free. The heat of my rod would slide between your sweaty tits as the tip of my cock, wet with pre-cum, gently touched your neck and chin with each mild thrust."

Bree gasped.

"I'd peel your damp shorts, and cut off your panties and take a deep sniff of your musk and sweat."

"G-Gary..." she said, shuddering. "Please tell me this is a preface of a real thing--"

"As your legs are tied down, I'd pull off your shoes and socks. I'd rub my swollen cock on the balls of your sweaty soles."

Bree started breathing hard.

"It's take my erect dick and slowly slide it up your wet thigh until--"

Suddenly, I was on the ground. "FUCK ME, GARY!" Bree said, peeling of her shirt as she straddled me.

"But your dad--"

"This will be fast. He's asleep."

Bree had my pants off so fast, I didn't even remember how she did it. All I know is I felt the night air on my hips and then her wet, juicy flower smothering my cock like a slippery velvet glove. She started to buck and sway, grinding her clit with her fingers and the pumped me deep into her.

"Oh my god..." I whispered.

"Yes. God. " she said. She gritted her teeth as she strained her hips forward and down. Her shins wrapped around the back of my knees as she locked herself in position. I felt the back of her sneakers scrape rubber tread marks on the back of my shins when she pulled me forward, grinding in a circular motion. Her hands gripped my back, pulling me upright. I was so deep into her pussy, I felt like I was slamming her cervix like a rubber mallet on a basketball.

Her lustful pistons shifted to a higher gear as she pumped herself around me in a shuddering frenzy, pulling me into her as she nearly inhaled my face with sloppy oral lust. I gripped her hair, causing her grunts to increase in primal ferocity. We were holding onto each other, our fingernails tearing into back flesh.

"Nnguh nguh... Gary..." she growled.

"I wasn't done with my story--" I started to say.

Bree let out a squeal of complete loss of emotional control as an orgasm shook her body like she was possessed by a shaman's spirit guide. I felt a wetness between us as she squirted more of her juices, making sucking and smacking noises as my cock splashed into a hot tub of sexual bliss. My balls shrank, priming their load until it was too late. Seconds after her grunting slowed down to a panting pace, my face twisted up in anticipation of one of the most intense orgasms I had ever felt. My fingertips and toes went numb, and I saw a red mist fill my vision as I lost all sense of balance. I thought I saw white stars shoot the sperm from deep within my hips into the starry night above us.

I don't know if we passed out, but the next thing I fully remember is our clumsy attempts to untangled ourselves from one another in the dirt path in the dark. Bree put her pants back on as she tried to fan the stench of hot sex off her pelvis and thighs with her hands. "Whoo!" she said in surprise. "Do I feel better!"

I struggled to put my own underwear back on. "What did you do with my shorts--?" I started to ask, but Bree was already pointing to them hanging off a branch at the opposite end of the dirt path.

"Sorry... kinda... forgot my own strength."

"I am damn lucky I still have shorts in one piece!" I said incredulously, plucking them down from the tree. "I thought you tore them in half."

"Don't be silly..." she said coyly, "I like those shorts."

"Damn, woman..." I said. Then I remembered. "Truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth or dare?" she asked. "What am I, a teenager at a sleepover?"

"Come to think of it, how old are you... exactly?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"I thought you were 19. You're avoiding the question."

She smiled. "You never ask a lady that--"

"I want to know how someone at 16 knows how to have sex like that."

Silence.

"D..daddy told you. Huh?"

"What do you think?"

"You're avoiding the question," she repeated back to me.

"You know, I could go to jail for this."

Bree shrugged. "It's not a big deal. I have the body of an adult. In the medieval times--"

"Yeah, yeah, you'd already be a widow with six kids. Look, I am already deep into this. It's not like I feel too much differently... apparently... but wow. How do you know how to--"

"I never said I wasn't 16. You never asked."

"So it's my fault, is it?"

"You mad, bro?" she teased.

I sighed. "No wonder Daddy's not supposed to know."

"Don't worry. He's clueless. As long as we're not stupid about it."

"Let me ask you something..."

"What?" Bree put a flower in her hair. God, she looked gorgeous.

"Would you still fuck me as hard if daddy did know?"

Bree paused. "What an odd question." She paused in thought, spinning a pointed toe in the dirt. "I suppose not."

My heart sank a little. But I didn't ask to hear what I wanted to hear. "Why not?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. Just 'cause, I guess." She strode over to me and kissed me gently on the lips. "Let's never find out."

I agreed.

may sound lame but im sorta lost of words atm, but that was some fine reading, got me hooked up, keep the good work

>>18219
JESUS FUCK
im sitting here happily reading with my dick in my hands and then all of a sudden THAT happens like fucking hell wow oh no

please write more this is fantastic

You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention. Anything you do at this point is amazing. We're all scared shitless of what possibly bad thing could happen and you're a master story teller, ABR. God bless you, you magnificent fuck.

First page...NOW!

Its march now! where the update! we need moar!

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Summer of Bree: Part 10
M/F, cons

I completely forgot about the convention in Vegas. I didn't have to care anymore, either.

"I can't believe you bought someone out," my brother said.

"Alan, I have many talents--"

"You bought Bree's dad out, huh? So you could fuck her more?"

As Alan raided my fridge, I briefly thought about Bree's age, but then shut it out of my mind. Alan probably couldn't actually read my thoughts, but I still feared he could like I did when we were little. Or when he was really good at guessing.

"Classy, Alan."

"Look, Gary. You're an idiot in love. I get that. You were like that with your ex. And the girl before her. And remember Elle? High school prom? Dumped you? Tried to make it look like your fault by saying some shit about you getting mixed signals?"

Jesus fucking Christ. Alan claimed I couldn't drop Elle, but he brought her up more than I ever did... even when I was dating her. "Look--"

"I saved your ass then, I'll save your ass now. DROP. HER." He punctuated his remark with a tumbler of wet ice. He looked at it, and poured himself some more $80 Scotch.

"Alan, what did you want to say before you got here? Or did you just want to tear me down--"

"So Elle is doing well. Don't give me that look. She's walking without a cane now, and her therapist says she can feed herself."

"Unbelievable. Fucking classy, Alan. She got in that car wreck--"

"You think it was an accident? After she hurt my li'l bro?"

"So YOU drove that semi into her car right before graduation?"

Alan smirked. "I wouldn't admit to it..."

"Elle was a bitch. Yes. But I don't believe--"

"And I'll do the same to Bree if she hurts you. Got it?"

"Does your work just LET you leave in the middle of the day to raid my liquor cabinet?"

"I'll protect you, li'l bro..."

"Alan, Jesus! Get back to mopping the jizz off the theater floor or whatever it is you do at work."

Alan left. Last thing I heard was him shouting, "I love you, bro!" Fucker still had that bottle of Scotch, too.

"You're brother's a tool," Bree said, coming out from hiding in my bedroom.

"Told you."

"I thought I was going to come right out here and deck that son of a bitch--"

"So where were we?" I asked, gazing into those green eyes. "Oh... I believe you were delivering some of your father's papers..." I said seductively.

"I believe I already have..." she said in a slightly mocking tone. But only slightly. It was mid September. Summer was almost done, and there was a hot girl in my apartment I was about to crudely fuck silly.

"When does daddy expect you back... sweetie...?"

Bree put her arms around me. The cool touch of her arms slid to either side of my neck as her lips drew close. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because if he wants you back soon, that's going to be a problem..."

"I am already late..." she said coyly. "But next time--"

I grabbed her and picked her up.

"No!" she giggled. "I am serious, he only let me have the car--"

I carried her to the bedroom and threw her back on the bed. She smiled, and tried half-heartedly to escape. I tackled her, and threw her back on the bed. My dick was hard already. "No, sweetie... I will have my cake and eat her too!"

"There's no time for that!" Bree said, jumping from the bed and rushing to the door. "Today is different, we--"

I grabbed her with my arm, and hurled her like a discus back into my bed where she bounced in protest. "Gary, listen--"

I grabbed her legs and pulled off her sneakers and socks.

"No, Gary! I am serious!" but she was still laughing and I was turned on like a raging bull.

I took one sock and tied her ankle to the bedpost. Her bare foot, still red with pressure, wriggled in the restraint.

"Gary?" she asked. But that was not the safety word. I quickly tied the other foot to the other bedpost. "GARY!" she shouted. She looked down at her feet. "Dumb idea, blockhead. How are you going to get my shorts off--"

"Snip snip!" I said. I pulled out a pair of office scissors.

Bree blushed. "No. Gary, I love these shorts! Please don't--"

"Then lie back down."

"Oh... oh, alright." She flopped back down. She tried to look unhappy, but her squirming grin gave it away. "Just be quick."

"Oh... Bree. I am so sorry. Today is not a quickie." I cuffed her hands to the bedrail.

"Where'd you get those?"

"You talk too much," I said. I took a large, dry Hostess cupcake and shoved it in her mouth.

"Muh vuhhm muuve my gggy..." she may have said, desperately trying to chew and swallow the crumbly cake.

I lit a fat candle, and turned off the lights.

"Grrry..." she said. "Ni dnnnk..."

I took the candle from the plate it sat on and looked over Bree's bare legs.

"Grrry...?"

I dripped some hot wax on her foot.

"Owwwww...!" she said, spitting out some of the cake. "Gry? Spop!"

"It turns you on and you know it..." My dick was getting hard watching her squirm against the restraints.

"No, it dofn't..." she said, but hew voice trailed off because, really, we both knew she was getting horny.

I dripped the wax on her shin. She gasped a little. "Oh god..." she whimpered. Small red dots of hot skin formed around the cooling wax.

"It doesn't matter how you feel, Bree. I am getting off on this. My cock is hard and I can see you're wet."

"Gary... oh my god... I ..." she said. The wetness started to stain her short shorts as the muscles in her perfect legs twisted and gyrated her hips.

"I bet you're horny, but you can't touch yourself. You can't do much of anything, really. You're trapped."

"How are you going to get my shorts off without--"

"Snip, snip."

"I'm serious Gary," she said, licking the crumbs off her lips like a dog with peanut butter in his gums. "I like these shorts. Don't cut them up."

I pulled up her shirt with my free hand. Her abs clenched in anticipation as I dribbled more wax in tiny dots.

"I'm serious, I'll do anything. Suck your hard cock, let you fuck me from behind." Her voice was tinted with grunts. Not only was she getting horny, she was getting aggressive. The light continual pain of the hot wax was raising her adrenaline. "Gary, what do you want?"

"I want to completely dominate you," I said.

"Yes, yes..." she said, panting. "Gary, take me. Take me all in."

"Bree, you are one impatient little whore..." I joked.

Bree laughed. Her breathing was hard, and her wrists and ankles were red from the straining. "Gary, please... untie me so I can serve you as my master."

I shook my head. "You can't tell me what to do," I said. I put down the candle and pulled off my shirt. I pulled down my jeans and let my dick tent my boxers.

"Let me suck that fat cock..." she begged. "I'll suck it dry. I will please you."

I shook my head. "I like seeing you this way, Bree--"

Bree grunted in frustration as I crawled on the bed between her legs. Slowly, I kissed her taught belly. She arched her back slightly, trying to slide down to me. But the handcuffs above her head wouldn't let her. I saw her try and make her hands as thin as possible to slide out, but it wasn't working. She gasped and grunted, straining and squirming as I gently kissed and lightly sucked at her navel. "I can't take it, Gary. I can't do this. I can't... oh god..." she stopped as I pulled her shirt up over her breasts and across her face.

Gently I kissed around her soft breasts, touching her erect nipples straining against the bra that held them in an agonizing embrace. She squeaked. If I could see her perfect green eyes, I know they would have rolled up and crossed. I could feel her heart beating through my lips. Her breath was becoming irregular and shallow.

"Gary... please fuck me..." she pleaded in a half dream-like state. "I want your fat, thick... hard cock deep in my wet pussy. It aches. It yearns. It's an itch I cannot scratch but I must, I MUST!" she emphasized.

I reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. I didn't dare release her restraints. Part of me feared she'd explode in a violent passion and injure one of us. I pulled the bra up over her face as well. I paused for a moment to look at a pair of the most perfect breasts a man could set his eye on. Round, perky, with erect nipples and just the hint of freckles at the cleavage.

"I can't see anything--"

"That's the point..." I said, and cupped her bosoms in my hands as she moaned.

"Nooo... let me free..." she said softly. "I have to fuck... please..." she ended in a whisper.

My tongue licked her nipples as she gasped and trust herself into my face. "Mmmmmm!!!" she grunted. The bed posts at her ankles creaked as she shook. "Gaaary..." she whispered. I continued to gently suck and lick her stiff nipples, rubbing my hard-on across her legs. Then I kissed between her breasts, going lower and lower with each gentle kiss, lick, or nibble. I unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them down as far as they would go with her legs spread open like I had tied her. She bent her knees inward to help. Her cotton panties were damp and smelled like her perfume.

Now all she could do was pant. One foot got free and tried to rub me from behind and gently nudge me forward. I got up from the bed as she protested, "where are you going...?" She seemed only barely conscious.

I gently bent her knee through the shorts and panties, and pulled them free so they were on one leg. Then I tied her foot back to the post. I kissed her toes and sole as she wiggled and flexed her toes.

"Noooo..." she protested. Her demeanor picked up again as I slid her wadded up clothes down her other leg. I made sure her foot was still tied tight. "Gary, are you going to fuck me... or just jerk off?" She was trying to pull her bra and shirt down off her face with a series of bites and licks. It wasn't very effective.

"In due time..." I said. "Right now, I am looking at you and your red bush, wet with sex and swollen with yearning. I know you'll do anything to be fucked."

"Anything..." she agreed. You name it."

I reached for the candle and dripped more dots of wax on her stomach and between her breasts. Bree gasped. "This is excruciating!" she said. "I have never been this turned on! I have never been so close and yet so far to cumming... does it excite you??"

"It does," I said. I pulled down my boxers and rubbed my cock a little.

"Are you touching yourself...?" she asked.

"I can barely stand not to. But you can wait. I want you do promise me something."

"What?" she gasped, suddenly relieved this was going somewhere. "Anything at all. You name it. Bree is ON IT!"

"You have the keys to my condo here. I want you... to come in early one morning... and suck my cock to wake me up."

"Oh, you got it! I'll suck it dry. I'll rub your balls, and lick them. I'll shove my finger up your ass and massage your prostate and sing you Yankee Doodle... whatever!"

I laughed at that image. "No, a long... slow... soft... cocksucker will suffice."

"A cocksucker--"

"You're a cock. sucker..." I said.

"I am. I suck cock. I suck Gary's cock...!" she agreed.

I got between her legs and pulled her hips to my face.

"Gary...?" she asked and then cried out a gutter moan as I started to lick her clit. "Ohhhh... Gary! God! Oh my G... g..." The small bean of swollen pleasure rolled around my tongue as she squirmed and bucked.

"I can't take this... the orgasm is too... TOO... OHHH FUCCCCCKCKK GARY GOD DADDY FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME CUM COCK SUCK JESUS FUCK FUCK FUCCCCCCKKK!!!" and then she let out a piecing yell as the orgasm pushed her over the edge of bliss into a chasm of spasm. The bedpost tied to her left foot cracked and one hand tore free of the handcuffs. Her taught belly rippled and ebbed with each rocking pulse. I quickly jammed my swollen dick into her sopping wet love canal and only needed to thrust a few times before every muscle in my hips locked forward and pumped seed into her like a fire hose into a collapsing building.

We lay together, panting. Our hearts slamming into our rib cages bounced beads of sweat off each other. Then I heard something I hadn't heard before.

Bree was crying.

"Oh, honey? What's wrong?"

She pulled down her shirt and unlocked the handcuffs from her other hand, covering her face with her hands. "Sex with you is so beautiful and I can't take it..."

"Can't take it?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Daddy is dying and here we are fucking and --"

"Shh, shh... Bree. You think he wants you to be miserable?"

"I am fucking the man who took over his company--"

"You know he wanted that, right?"

Bree sniffled and nodded. "I know. It's for my own good. I don't know what I am going to do when daddy dies..." She started crying again. Not exactly the type of things one wants to hear after sex. I got up and untied her ankles. She curled up into a ball, and rocked as she cried. I held her close.

"There there..." I said. "You won't be alone."

"When daddy's dead you'll LEAVE me..."

I chuckled. "I won't LEAVE you."

"You won't NEED me anymore..."

"You think that's why I am with you?"

"That and the sex..."

Well, the sex WAS great. "Bree... you mean much more to me than... than anyone."

"I'll be so alone!" she chortled.

"No no, Bree. I will take care of you. You have my word on that."

"Daddy has no idea we're screwing. He still thinks I'm a virgin."

"He does?"

"Well... maybe he doesn't. But he has no idea we're... dripping wax on each other!"

I was still surprised she had no idea her dad knew. But he made me promise not to tell her. And right now, telling her seemed like even a worse idea than normal, even if a simple minded person would say, "no, it's okay. Your daddy knows, and he's FINE with it..."

"You know... you said back at the falls... that someday we may break up."

"Yeah..." she said with a sad remembrance.

"Note that YOU said this, not me..."

Bree sighed. I am 16 and you're 36. That's like 20 years. You were 20 when I was born. When I'm 50, you'll be 70!"

"You can feed me mush."

Bree laughed and wiped her tears. "I'll feed YOU mush! My mush. My slippery, hot, wet... mush. You're gonna EAT IT!"

"I won't complain..."

We both started laughing. We started laughing so hard, she started to cry again, and we just held onto one another for a long time until her cell phone buzzed.

"Daddy will want to know where I am..." she said. She was emotionally spent. She texted him back.

"What did you tell him?"

"I said I wasn't feeling good."

"I'll tell him you were crying about losing him," I said.

"No..." she said with a resigned sigh. She took some tissues and blew her nose.

"Your makeup is smeared, though..." I said.

"I'll fix it in the car," she said, wiping away her eyeliner. "Gary... did you mean it when you said you'd never leave me?"

"I did. I mean, I do. I'll only let you go if you leave first."

"Yeah..." Bree sighed as she put her pants back on. "Thanks for not cutting up my shorts..." she said.

"Thanks for letting me in..." I said, and touched her leg.

"I'll make sure I have your apartment key when I go." The phone buzzed again. "Okay, daddy, I'm leaving!"

Guess who's back?

I am running out of summer. Maybe I can do "Autumn with Bree" or "Bree's First Halloween.

saw the new post and got so excited i pooped alittle.

I must beg you that you never go this long without another installment or i will go insane. the bdsm aspects, along with the humor. I wish i could rape you i am so happy.

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Autumn of Bree: Part 1
M/F, cons

It seemed appropriate that Dan the Man died when the leaves started to fall off the trees. October always seemed like a sad month, and summer seemed so far away.

"I am surprised to see you here..." said a man I didn't know.

"I felt it appropriate."

"You took that man for everything he had. While he was dying."

I nodded. "It's just business. Besides, his daughter made an appeal because apparently he had no life insurance, and she needed someone to help bury him."

It was a cheap funeral, as per Dan's instructions, but it was made to appear like Bree had spent her life savings just to afford the casket.

The man shook his head. "Cold, man... cold."

Alan, my brother, was also there. I didn't invite him, but he showed up anyway. At least he was being tactful.

Bree and I pretended not to know one another very well, and we spent time speaking as if I was a distant friend of her dad's. The illusion was so complete, I had trouble feeling like it wasn't true. Part of me wondered if now, with her father gone, if she wouldn't need me to rebel against and find boys more her own age. I told myself that this might happen, but the idea of losing her made me sick.

Dan's business was now fully mine. Bree was made out to be the practically penniless orphan, which helped her get some financial assistance. Her mother and stepmother did not make the funeral, but her biological uncle was there to help her through things.

"The guy creeps me out," she told me once. "Don't leave me alone with that guy." I had just 17 months before it didn't matter how old Bree was. We had decided that our relationship would have to cool down, but for some reason, that made her squirm even though she was making the suggestions.

"I don't want you to be accused of being a pedophile," she said.

"Ephebophile," I corrected.

"The courts won't make a distinction," she said.

"The age of consent in this state may be 18, but in surrounding states--"

Bree shook her head. "Daddy's enemies will want to get you with anything they can."

Bree had become such a familiar face to me over the last few months, it was odd to see her in another surrounding. She seemed so childlike. Kind of a turn off, really. And I so desperately walked to talk with her, too. But... no. Last week we said our tearful goodbyes.

"I think like 3 people in this funeral party want to murder you," Alan whispered to me.

"Maybe so," I said. "I made my presence known. Now it's time to go."

"Without Bree? Aren't you her ride or something?"

"She's old enough to drive. Anyway, I have stuff to do."

Alan nodded. "You want to meet up for some beers?"

I nodded back. "Usual place."

I stopped off at my apartment to change into some more casual clothes. I had forgotten I put my phone on silent, and I noticed I had 12 calls. Most were business-related but one was not.

"Gary, how are ya?" God, my ex. I hadn't heard her voice in a while. "Listen ah... I heard you were doing rather well... and... ah..." Oh, Christ. "I was wondering if you'd liek to meet up. Because I'm in town. Maybe we could... ah... you know... patch up some old wounds."

FUCK who told that wench I had been doing well? Most likely that stupid lawyer of hers. What a miserable fuck stain he was. She had probably spent all the money she got. The suppose the house, car, and boat weren't enough. And up until now, I had played the poor card. Well, I was NOT calling her back.

My phone buzzed. It was Bree.

"Hello?" I answered. I was still in stealth mode.

"Hey..." Bree said. "You up?"

It was only 6:30 in the afternoon.

"Yes...?"

"Can I come over?"

I sighed. "I... uh..."

"Ugh, not if you are going to sigh," she said, and hung up.

Well... fuck.

Seconds later she called back. "Sorry... I am just a little on edge. I really need you."

"Okay. I said. You want to meet at--"

"Can you rent a room at the Mannifred Hilton? That's when my uncle has me staying."

I thought for a second. "You... want me to --"

"Disguise yourself, yes. Room 416."

"Sure..." I said. I wasn't very convinced this would work. But I got some dark sunglasses, rented a car from Enterprise, and drove to the next town where the Hilton was. Right on the edge of a large industrial sprawl, the Hilton was the best place in town for traveling management of the small oil industry there. I parked my generic Mazda and took a back entrance to avoid the lobby. Up to the fourth floor and to room 416. I knocked "shave and a haircut."

"Who is it?" asked the voice of an old man.

"Um..." should I ask for Bree? "I came about the rental property by the lake?"

There was a pause. Then the door unlatched and swung open slightly but there was no one there. I made my way into the dimly lit room.

"Close the door behind you," said the voice. The second I did so, I felt a pair of family arms wrap around me.

"You alone?" I asked.

"It's me..." she said, changing her rasping voice to the swet one I recognized.

"Wow, you are really good at that." I turned around and saw a face red and swollen from crying. "Aw, Bree..."

"I don't want to be alone, Gary!"

"I guess your creepy uncle--"

"Down in the bar." She slid the deadbolt lock on the door. "Can you just hold me...?"

We lay in bed together for over an hour. She sobbed and rocked herself while I provided tissues and held her when needed. She was still in her funeral clothes, now rumpled.

"I wanted so bad... so bad to run into your arms and we couldn't... you know? It reminded me of my little brother's funeral..."

I soothed her hair back. She rarely spoke of her little brother, but now I realized that this must have picked at some old wounds. "I know."

"Daddy was all I knew. The only man in my life who gave a shit, Gary."

"I give a shit..." I said.

Bree nodded. "I know. You know what my uncle asked me?"

"What?"

"If I knew where any money had been squirreled away. You know, to pay for him coming here."

"Ouch."

"It gets better. He seemed to think that somehow money had been provided for my care, because my mom told him so. When he found out I had no money..." Bree started to sob.

"It's okay..."

"He called my grandmother, and I hear him start cursing that someone had lied to him. I guess my mother."

I nodded. She was right about her uncle. Bob had warned me that side of the family were money grubbers.

"I don't think my uncle will want me any more. I don't know where to live; where to stay."

I sucked in a deep breath. "You sure you don't want me to put you up in a condo? Your dad has like 3 of them--"

"And are any close to here?"

"... No." Closest one was in Florida, and I had been trying to sell that place for months. "I have enough liquid assets to buy a place near us, though."

"Again... we can't... I mean... I can't..." Bree started to cry again. "I miss him, Gary. I miss my daddy! He'd fix it!"

Something clicked in my head. Finally, I was starting to get it.

"Bree? Enough crying."

"What?"

"I don't want you sad. You're set for life, you know that. I am going to take care of you, and that's the end of it."

Bree looked into my eyes, like she was searching for something.

"So, first... get out of those clothes. You have any casual clothes you can wear?"

"Yeah..." she trailed off sadly.

"Get dressed. We're going out."

"Oh, Gary, b--"

I cut her off with a quick, "Ah ah. Do as I say. Get dressed. We are going out."

"Where--?"

"I will tell you when I like. I don't want you to argue. There is a plan, and we're sticking to it."

Bree seemed a little stunned. "Are you mad at me--?"

"No. But someone has to take the reigns. That person is me. Any more questions get asked while you are changing clothes."

"Wh...?" Bree asked.

"Change. Your. Clothes."

"Uh... sure, sure..." she said. Bree got up, and before she could leave my reach, I pulled the zipper down the back of her dress. She reflexively gripped the front. "Gary, this is not the time for sex, you know. I am feeling more unsexy than--"

"I didn't say I was going to fuck you. I said change your clothes, we are going out."

Bree nodded. "Sure, okay..."

Confused, Bree changed into a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. She tied her hair back and put on a large baseball cap. Then large sunglasses. As she was sliding her feet into her sneakers, she said, "are we going to be gone long?"

I shook my head. "I'll let you know. Now, we go."

"Should we tell my uncle..." she looked at me and sighed... "right. No."

"I wouldn't tell that money scraping scumbag a goddamn thing."

We exited the room, and took the elevator down to the lobby. Bree tugged my arm to go the back way, but I sternly went to the front lobby.

"Is that a good-- wait, where are you going?"

"Stay here," I said. I went into the bar, and found her uncle boozing it up with two younger women. I had no idea how scumbags like that got girls, but it didn't help my anger.

"You Bree's uncle?" I asked.

"What?" he asked, a little shocked. "Who are you?" I don't know if he genuinely didn't know or just didn't remember due to his level inhebriation.

"I will give you four thousand dollars, in cash, if I get Bree."

"W-what?"

"You heard me. Four grand. And I'll foot your goddamn hotel bill and gas money."

Bree's uncle seemed to weigh his options. "Ten grand..." he said with the shrewdness of a teenager trying to look sophisticated. Christ, I made that in less than a day.

"Five grand, no hotel bill. I'll write up a bill of sale, come back with the cash tomorrow morning. You get lost, never contact Bree again, and it's a deal."

Bree's uncle stroked his chin. "Seven thousand. You pay my hotel bill."

I shook my head. "Five grand, no hotel bill, in cash, or I walk right now. What else you got to counter that deal?"

"Oh... okay." He replied like it was his idea.

What a jackass. "I'll be back later tomorrow morning."

I walked outside where Bree looked confused. "What's going on?"

"Bree, this is the first day for the rest of your life. I am going to help you through it, but before that happens, I need to control your life for now. I just confronted your uncle. I have to make a trip to the bank before it closes, and we're coming back tomorrow. Get in my car."

Bree obeyed quickly.

As I got in the car and shut the door, Bree looked into my eyes. There was a mixture of fear and gratitude. "You can trust me," I said. "From now until eternity."

We drove to the bank in silence. The bank normally does not carry so much cash on hand, but I was lucky they had a huge store deposit that day. $5000 in $100 bills doesn't look like much. 5 stacks. I could fit them all in my hand. I put it in a small bag, and left. I put aside all my doubts and fears, and when I got back in the car, Bree looked a little flushed.

"I'm hot," she said.

"You are," I replied. "Smoking hot."

She rolled her eyes and grinned. "What was the bank visit for?"

"You ever seen $5000 in cash?"

She shook her head. I opened the small bank bag and showed her.

"What's it for?"

"I am buying you a life."

She looked at me with a quizzical stare. So I told her what happened.

"I see..." she said. I could not read her expression. "So my uncle sold me out."

"We're going back to my place. We're going to draft up a bill of sale. You write it, I write it. Tomorrow morning, you uncle signs it."

"You think that will be legal?"

"I don't think your uncle gives a fuck. Besides, I get a copy. He tries anything funny, I'll take him to court for selling you like a prostitute. But I am gambling on he wants to get rid of you, and $5000 is a lot to a guy like that. Those whores he was with at the bar will keep him drunk; they want a cut of what I am giving him."

Bree shook her head. "My life is one big mess."

"No. The people around you were a mess. Now Gary is going to clean up the mess, dress you right, pat you on the ass and send you back to school."

"I don't like school anymore. I feel like I have outgrown it--"

"Too fucking bad. I won't be alive forever, and I want you to get a decent education."

"I just want to stay with you, Gary."

"You will. You'll have both."

Bree nodded. "Okay..." she said, like she was giving in.

We drove from the bank parking lot and headed back to my condo. It was a 2 hour trip, and the sun was setting. Bree broke the silence by asking for a road stop.

"Road stop? What for?"

"I want a slurpee," she said.

"You'll get a road stop if you give me road head and one of your famous slurpees." I was half joking, but one corner of her mouth rose to the challenge. Suddenly, so did my dick.

"Okay..." she said with little resistance. "You want it now?" She didn't ask so much as announce when she unbuckled her seat belt and reached for my pants.

"Yeah," I said. "Show me how much you want that slurpee."

Her small hands unzipped my slacks and groped around my underwear. She found my fat sausage and pulled it free. Rearranging my fly opening, she pulled my cock out as far as it would go and gave it a few gentle tugs, straightening it out before I saw her curly read hair cascade in my lap.

The cool cabin air was sealed away by the softness of her mouth. "Mmmmm..." she said softly. "This tastes good..." her lips capped my mushroom as her firm, yet slippery tongue danced around the edges. Sliding her hands around my balls, she started to bob back and forth, sliding down my shaft in sloppy wet suckling. The moist smacking of her mouth echoed in the small rental car as she quickened her pace.

"Oh, Bree..." I said. Thankfully there was no oncoming traffic, as holding onto the wheel was difficult.

"I want a BIG slurpee," she said, rubbing my cock with her slick hands.

"You got it babe."

"I am gonna suck that entire slurpee dry, Gary..." she said, returning to my lap with increased vigor.

"Damn right you will..." I said.

Bree bobbed her head down faster and faster. She adjusted herself to unzip her own jeans as her fingers slid down her pants to welcome her own wetness and her musk filled the car.

"Ugh... Gary..." she said, while gasping for air. "Tell me when you cum..."

Her voice nearly put me over the edge.

"How close are you?"

"Uhhh... uuhhh... NNNGGGGGG...!" she replied as I felt her body shudder.

"Awwww... shiiiit..." was all I could say as I pumped my cum deep down her hungry throat.

She got her slurpee. And a large hot dog.

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Autumn of Bree: Part 2
M/F, cons

I heard a familiar knock at my door. I opened it to Bree, who looked annoyed.

"So... Alan came to my door..." she said, walking into my condo.

"Oh shit..." I said.

"He is such a goddamn asshole."

That he was. "So what did he say--"

"He said he had his eyes on me. Did that forked eyeball move like some kind of stupid commando."

"Alan thinks of himself as my protector."

"No shit. How'd he know I was here?"

Bree had moved into a condo in my complex that I knew the association had been trying to sell for some time. It was in a very awkward place, single bedroom with only two windows, and one faced the alley next to a gas station. It was perfectly secluded for Bree.

"Alan has his ways of figuring stuff out."

"He's a creep."

"He is a creep," I concurred.

"What the hell is his job, anyway?"

"My brother works for a small but very profitable law firm. He's not a lawyer, but he works as a legal aide. He thinks he's my great protector, but basically, he's a mooch."

"Knock knock," I heard someone say as they rapped the door to "shave and a haircut."

That someone was Alan.

"You want me to hide?"

I shook my head. "No. Not anymore."

I opened the door. "Hello, Alan."

"Am I disturbing you two lovebirds?"

"Yes," I said, punctuating the obvious.

Alan barged in, and looked at Bree, who looked like she was ready to cut Alan with a butcher's knife if she had one.

"Ah, I see you two were talking about your favorite subject... me."

"Your eavesdropping skills are paramount with the pre-teen sitcom segment. Well done, brother."

"Now here's an interesting tidbit, you know how old Bree is?"

Bree looked like she was fuming.

"Twenty," Bree and I said in unison.

"Well practiced," Alan said. "And only 4 years off."

"Dude, she's in college--"

"Majoring in jailbait, I assume. Magna cum loudly?"

"Alan, it's 4 in the afternoon. Do you even have a job? Or are you like Homer Simpson who seems to--"

"Don't get me wrong, I think it's a real great idea of yours to be fucking the underage daughter of a former business partner."

"Alan, just because you know how to Google someone's name does not make you an expert on that person."

"So you were not aware she's sixteen going on seventeen..." Alan's voice trailed off into the famous melody from "Sound of Music."

"Alan... go away."

"Just protecting my little bro--"

"We do not NEED your protection," Bree said.

"I don't care about your teen ass, little girl. I care about my brother."

"No, you care about your image to your brother," I corrected.

"So what is this Booty Cutie doing in your apartment--"

"Condo. And none of your business."

Alan approached Bree, who backed away step by step. "Oh, but it is my business. I have to protect my--"

"You take one more step towards her and I'll fucking deck you."

Alan looked and my, and loudly clicked his tongue in thought. "You'd threaten assault. To a lawyer?"

"You're not even a lawyer, you're a legal aide."

"But I will pass the bar--"

"You haven't even passed college. You dropped out. By the time you pass the bar, Bree will have grandchildren."

Bree snickered, and Allan whipped his head in her direction. "Laugh it up, you underripe whore."

Bree looked at me, a little scared. That was all it took.

"Alan? Leave. Now."

Alan snorted. "Why?"

"Trespassing. Intent to assault--"

"You wouldn't know what those legal terms were if they bit you in the ass."

"Neither do you! Go slither back to your office--"

Alan laughed. "I have so much dirt on you two, it's not even funny! Be a shame if mommy and daddy found out... or your ex..."

"Mommy and daddy don't give a shit. I haven't spoken to them since my wedding, and I wouldn't have even known about their divorce if you hadn't come crying to my condo like a little bitch."

That did it. Alan was derailed so hard, the NTSB would probably have to open a case. "HEY!" was all he could say in defense.

"Now get out of my CONDO and stay OUT of my COMPLEX!"

"Yeah?" he said, getting into a shadow boxing stance. "Make me."

"Hey, prissy bitch," Bree said. As Alan turned towards her, Bree suddenly swing kicked him direct in the balls. Alan went down hard, gasping in shock.

"Two walnuts broken by this nutcracker..." Bree said. "Now, Gary was being nice. I don't have to be nice.
You want the law? I am the law. You broke into here through intimidation, threatened a minor, and according to article 18 section 3503: subsection b 1 1 i, 'threatening or terrorizing the owner or occupant of the premises,' you are 'Criminal Trespassing' as defined by state law."

"Aw... fuck you..." Alan gasped as he got back to his feet.

"Now I suggest you leave before I call the cops," I added, although my voice was waving due to the shock.

Alan stumbled upright and held himself up by the edge of the door. "Jesus, Gary... why'd she do that?"

"Oh, I don't know, because you accused her of being 16 and barged in here where she came to my door because you said you were my brother and she felt threatened. Now why don't you go back to work, file some goddamn paperwork, rinse a mop, or get someone their coffee."

Alan looked up at me. He looked betrayed and hurt.

"Don't give me that look," I said. "You had it coming. Her dad was rich, and she's got lawyers that make your employers look like high school dropouts. I don't want to SEE you until you APOLOGIZE for your arrogant, cocky behavior!"

"God damn, bro..." he said quietly. "I am only looking out for you--"

"Look out for yourself, Alan. Good bye."

Alan, still stooped over, walked out the door and closed it behind him. Bree and I were silent for a few moments.

"Bree, I didn't know you could kick like that--"

"I am more... turned on... than I have ever been ... Gary." Bree said. Her voice was low, and aggressive, with a tucked in chin and a pair of angry green eyes looks at be from the bush of red hair. She was breathing hard. "I am... going to fuck you SO HARD... "

"Uh--" I said, backing up.

Bree gritted her teeth with a wide smile. "Don't run, Gary. Don't run. You'll just end up having sex tired."

Bree kicked off her shoes and ran at me, her bare feet slapping on the wood floor. I braced for the tackle, and managed to remain upright as she launched her body onto me. She pelvis ground against mine as she grunted. "Fuck me, Gary. FUCK ME GOOD!"

I pulled at her shirt as I backed her into the couch. Her hands pawed at my sweat pants and pulled them down with a tearing noise. As we grunted in pent up emotions, we ripped off each other's clothing until we were naked and sweating, pressing into each other's angry flesh like crazed slabs of meat. I slid my rock-hard cock deep into her penis flytrap. I pulled her legs up and placed each ankle on each side of my neck and pushed deeper and deeper into her wet pussy, slapping her buttocks with my thighs.

Bree grabbed her legs and pulled them back as far as she could flexibly curl, bucking into each thrust with hungry and lustful growls. I slapped her ass several times until her cheeks were red. Soon, her angry face melted into a desperate bliss, and she rolled into her first orgasm. But I was too deep into fucking her, I didn't want to cum yet.

"You are MINE," I grunted. "That orgasm is MINE."

"Yes, yes!" she screamed. "I am yours. Take me. Fuck me, Gary. Hit me!"

I reached over, and without thinking, slapped her face.

Bree shouted and came a second time. This time, her eyes rolled up and her face contorted like the orgasms was squeezing her to death. "Sheeeeeiiitt... she winced. "Oh yeah! Do it again! I have to cum AGAIN!"

I reached over, and slapped the other side of her face. "Muh!" she grunted. "Oh god... I can't stop cumm...ming...." and squealed and then went suddenly limp... I couldn't hold back anymore, and pushed my seed so deep into her, I swear her uterus would have been bruised from the orgasmic laser beam that I fired into her womb.

I collapsed onto her unconscious form, breathing hard. After I caught my breath and stopped seeing stars, I got up and made sure she was still breathing. Her breaths were like angel sighs, and a dopey grin covered her face. I stumbled upright, and got a blanket from the closet. I covered her up, tucked her in, and went to wash myself up.

When I returned with a fresh pair of underwear and a shirt, I picked up around her while she sighed in some kind of half-bliss sigh, half-snore. I looked at my sweat pants. They were told wide open in the back. I picked up and folded her clothes, noting the wet stain in her panties. I got her a fresh pair from some of the clothes she would leave around my condo. I came back with a washcloth and wiped down her face.

A pair of deep green eyes slowly opened. "Grrry..." she said, squirming in her grin.

"You passed out..." I said.

She released a very satisfied yawn. "I bet."

She looked down under her blanket. "I am ... nekkid."

"I got you some clean clothes," I said.

"You are so sweet, Gary... and I didn't get YOU anything..." she giggled.

"I think I got a lot of what I wanted for Christmas," I said.

Bree yawned. "Can I sleep over here tonight?"

"You bet, kiddo."

"Because I don't think I would walk... for a while..."

"In my defense, you did request fucking in Hard Mode."

"I got fucking in GOD mode," she snickered.

I blushed.

"Aw, look at you..." she said. "Like when I first seduced you."

"Who says you stopped...?"

Bree sat up. She took the washcloth from me, and wiped down some other areas. "You think Alan heard us?"

"I think the whole condo block heard us."

"Who is home at 4:30 pm?"

"Old people."

"And Alan."

"Speaking of that jerk: I did not know you knew karate."

Bree shook her head. "Daddy gave me judo lessons..." she trained off right after the word "Daddy..."

After some silence, I said, "You know... the wounds never heal. You just get more used to them over time."

Bree nodded. "I know. It's been a few months and... well... Christmas is coming."

"You're spending it here."

Bree looked at me with those gorgeous eyes. I just wanted to fall into their deep emerald hues and live in the inky pools inside them. "I'm spending it here..." she mimicked.

I sat next to her, and she cuddled up to me. I kissed the top of her head and as she looked up at me again, we pressed our lips together in a way that still gave me chills. The soft roundness of her adorable nose touched me like a small bumper. I couldn't help but look down the blanket at her tits.

Bree smirked, and tucked her blanket in as she sat up. "Gary..." she said in a mock shocked and coy voice.

"Come here..." I said. She did.

"Look into my eyes again," I said. She did.

"I don't want you to break eye contact," I commanded. My hand slid up her leg and pressed into her slit with a gentle nudge.

"Gary..." she whispered, closing her eyes.

"No no. Keep looking at me. Look at my eyes the entire time."

As she opened her eyes, I slid my finger into her folds and fingered her clit. She shuddered slightly, but continued to stare into my gaze. As I moved my finger around her wetness, I heard her breath quicken. Any time her eyes moved or she closed them, I reminded her to open them.

Her wet button swelled slightly as I rubbed and rubbed in circles. She tried to get her hands free to fondle me, but I held her tight in the blanket. "I want you to cum while staring at me. I own you. I have the paperwork to prove it in my drawer."

"Oh Gary..." she sighed. Her breathing rapidly increased as her eyes started to glaze over and lose focus.

"Eyes on me," reminded her sternly.

"Yes... uh... yes..." she said, and I felt her legs tense as she closed her eyes. "G-gary..."

"Keep your eyes OPEN," I demanded. She obeyed, but she was having a very hard time of it. "Just keep looking at me. Look into my eyes. Obey my commands, and you will always be safe."

Her stare went from hard focused concentration to a shocked gaze. "Fuuuuccckkk...." she grunted and her eyes rolled back as she went into an orgasmic spasm. "Gary... " she trailed off and fell into a deep, restful slumber.

You are a genius of erotic literature.

Well that certainly did the trick, goddamn.

I also sense a definite change in tone as we've gone into autumn.

Winter of Bree: Part 1
M/F, cons

Normally I didn't do the Christmas thing. My brother and I would hang out in my apartment, get drunk, talk about old times. But I hadn't seen my brother since Bree kicked him in the balls. Well, that wasn't true. We ran into one another at the local supermarket once. We nodded a polite unspoken greeting and I have now been shopping elsewhere.

My ex showed up to my door one day. I had a policy with Bree not to come over too much, and this paranoia paid off. My ex was... thin. She looked like the kind of thin that comes with living too fast for the shallow life. I could see lines in her neck I hadn't seen before.

"Pilates," she said. "And yoga."

"Uh huh," I replied. She had helped herself in and was drinking wine before I could tell her to go away in some polite fashion. "This wine is bad," she said.

"I don't drink much," I replied. "Is there a reason that you--"

"Shit, I think we had this bottle when we were still together!" she joked.

I shook my head. "Linda--"

"Listen, Gary. I wanted to come over and... apologize..." Boy, that was a bitter pill she just swallowed. I could see the strain in her face. "... for behaving badly."

"Thank you, but that's not necc--"

"Gary, I heard you're doing well. So am I!" She added the last bit like she knew she blew it. It was her poor lying that got her in trouble in the first place.

"Linda... now you know the agreement was that there would be NO communication except between our lawyers."

Linda laughed. "THAT was Ben's idea!" Ben Winston was her lawyer. "I fired that sonofabitch..." I guess former lawyer. "He funneled more funds out of me than--"

"I believe he funneled a lot of funds out of me. The house, the car, the sailboat, and the cabin." It occurred to me that my lawyer was still working where my brother was. This would be difficult.

Linda laughed. "You were always VERY funny."

"Linda," I said, opening the door and gesturing like a butler trying to hint that a drunken guest should leave before they embarrass themselves. "I would like to keep this civil."

"Civil, you say? This from a wealthy businessman--"

"--I am NOT wealthy--"

"Oh, please. You are worth more alive than dead, Gary. A first for you."

So now the poison comes out. "Linda, please leave."

"I hear you're fishing with jailbait these days." She let that last line linger in the air like that would show me. I am so glad she left me.

"Ah," I said, not missing a beat, "so Alan has been tricking you."

"He says--"

"Alan is delusional. Bree was in college, we have never done anything, but I was a mentor and now I am helping her out until she graduates in a year and a half."

Linda paused, unstable. "In college?"

"And platonic. Not that it's any of your business. Alan is an idiot, and you know it. You ever said it yourself a dozen times when you told me to grow a spine. He's convinced that because she's 5-foot-4 that she's a kid. Because no grown woman could be that small. He even tapped his head and pointed at me. The fact you're speaking to him is ... really sad."

"I want a cut--"

"You GOT a cut. You got nearly 900 grand of a cut. What happened to it, Linda?"

Linda wavered again.

"That's what I thought. Go find some other sugar daddy."

"Fuck you..." she said, and swigged the wine from the bottle before spitting it out, surprised. She had forgotten it had gone bad.

I laughed. "Just go."

Later that week, Bree came over to study. We spoke about the encounter and she asked, "Would you have been so bold before you met me?"

I shrugged. "I would have let the lawyers handle it."

"I have some red flags here," she said. "She won't give up easy, and she's got Alan on her side, plus the lawyer you--"

"I called him up, and reminded him of confidentiality. That's when I found out Alan was fired a while ago."

"Was he?" Bree asked. "Or does he want you to think that?"

I honestly didn't know. But right now I didn't care. Bree had her mop of curly hair back in two thick ponytails that looked like bushels of wheat. Her delicate fingers were sticky with Elmer's glue as she made another link on her paper chain. "This will look good on the tree," she said.

"I bet," I said. "I haven't had a tree up for Christmas since... my parent's house in college. I came home that year."

"You have a big family Christmas?" she asked.

"Not really. Mom and dad fought a lot, especially after Alan moved back in with them."

"You think he caused their divorce?"

I shook my head. "No, I was always surprised how long they lasted as it was. If Alan did anything, it would have been accidental and inevitable."

"You going to talk to him this Christmas?"

I had been thinking about that. "I suppose I should. Maybe. Trust is, I don't know where he is now. The town house he was renting went up for sale last month. I called, and the owner said that Alan had moved in late October."

I got up to get some more coffee. Bree had put on some old-timey Christmas albums, which poured out their sap from her laptop and a set of speakers. "When does school start again?"

"Getting rid of me already?" she joked.

I looked back at her. She was facing away from me, but I knew she was wearing a half sleeve with a picture of the Seuss Grinch on the front and some gym shorts. Her curvy legs spread open to the side of the chair, ending with a cute pair of feet curled up on my floor. "I think I'll fuck you a few more times," I joked. "Then I'll decide."

Bree flexed forward in her chair, pushing against the dining room table, spreading wider with each thrust. The wood creaked with slight stress.

"Don't you tease me," I said.

"What...?" she asked with fake innocence, and pushed forward a little more, tightening her ass.

My dick grew hard. Oh, she was going to pay. We hadn't had sex for a few weeks, and I was ready to burst. I looked around the condo, and quickly found a pair of her knee socks and the belt of my bathrobe. I rushed up behind her, and pushed her forward. I looped the belt around her arms and pulled it back to the chair, tying her arms back.

"Oooh... Gary..." she gasped coyly. "Tighter..." she whispered.

I tied the belt to almost the braking point, and then tied her ankles to the chair with her socks.

"I can't get free..." she said. "What are you going to do to me...?"

I took a pillowcase from the laundry basket, and put it over her head. "Safety word is the year the Battle of Hastings ended." I said.

"Oh, Gary... history is my worst subject!"

I paused and grinned, even though she could not see me. "I know..." I said with an evil leer.

"Gary, what if I have to get free--"

"You won't. You're taking this raw, you fucking tease."

"You can't handle when I tease, can you?"

"I am going to play you like a dirty banjo, you Louisiana whore."

Bree chuckled. "That's a new one."

"Where did you get that awful shirt?"

"K-Mart..." the pillowcase said.

"Only dirty whores and fat fucks shop there... and you're not fat."

"Damn right I'm a whore," she said. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Oh, I will torture the whore spirit out of you!"

"I'd like to see you try..." she said aggressively.

I took the craft scissors. "Snip snip." I said.

"You better not! This shirt cost me $5! That's half my weekly paycheck!"

"I could buy a million of them," I said. I tugged at one end and began to cut. The guttural sound of sharp scissors carving into fresh cloth slit the shirt up to her... she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Ouch," Bree said as the scissors gently dimpled her breast. "That's my tit."

"Damn right it's your tit," I said. I loved the supple firmness of it. So pleasantly shaped and alluring.

I cut more holes, exposing more and more flesh as my groin boiled with tension like an angry cobra. Her breathing quickened. She strained against my ropes as my cock strained against my pants. One of her hard nipples poked through a cut hole like a tiny mouse from a hole in a wedge of cheese.

I then ripped apart the shirt. Bree gasped and panted. "Oh no... I'm getting more naked...! Please, sir... don't take advantage of me all tied up like this!"

Shredded remains of her shirt lay around her. Her perk breasts, slightly flushed, bobbed gently as she panted. I looked around and saw the Elmer's Glue. I twisted the cap, and dribbled some of it on her tits.

"What's that, honey?" she asked.

I watched the thick white rivulets dance around her areoli. Using the edge of a fat Sharpie, I smeared the goo across her nipples until they were covered by a thin layer of glue.

"It's better."

"It smells... glue?" She squirmed. "No, that sounds like a bad idea--"

"You remember in grade school, when you poured glue on you fingers, and then peeled it off?"

She stopped struggling. "Yes?"

"Me, too..." I gently blew across her gluey nipples, hastening the hardening.

"Oh god, it's hot where you are not breathing. I can feel your breath except where the glue is... Jesus... "

"Sticky..." I said, wiping the pen clean. "Thick..."

"Like clay... like muddy clay..."

"You liked squirming in that mud, didn't you Bree?"

She shuddered. "Oh, god, yes..."

I slid the pen between her legs. "Tell me... in detail... what you did in private as a little girl."

"I pulled off my bathing suit and slid around in its slippery sexy goo..."

"How did it make you feel?"

"Like it was fucking me. Like it was a tongue and mouth gently sucking at my whole body like a squishy, gooey Popsicle-- Oh, God, Gary... please fuck me. Please. Please make me cum now. I am so wet... I can't stand this. How do you do this to me? You know all the buttons to push...!"

"Tell me the first time you came in that mud..."

She grunted ... "Oh G... Gary... I slid my wet, sticky fingers across my clit and... oh God, I want to do that right now!" I saw the robe belt thin and stretch under her strain.

I pulled down her shorts. Her cotton panties had a dark stain where they were dripping with her dew. I took the pen and slowly traced circles around her pussy with the edge of the cap.

"Oh God, Gary, I am ACHING! Please FUCK ME!"

"No."

"PLEASE!" she slurred. The chair back creaked as she twisted against her bindings. "Gnuuuh... I want your cock." Her voice was deep with primal urges. "I want to suck your cock and gobble you all up. Gary, fuck me. Let me suck you. I'll do anything... please please... untie me so I can--"

I pulled her damp musky underwear aside and gently pushed the rounded pen cap into her slit.

"Fuck, what is THAT?"

I pushed up, exposing her glistening labia and swollen clit. She gasped softly and started to tremble. I licked my fingers and started to circle around the clit.

"Gary, untie me. Margarita! Palomino! I swear, I can't handle this!"

"Ah ah ah... Those were last week's safety words," I said.

I gently slid the fat pen in and out of her pussy as I licked her clit. I felt her warm pooch on my face as my tongue danced and circled the slick pleasure button.

"J...J-Jesus! Oh god. Oh god... I am gonna cummmm!"

I stopped.

"Why did you stop?" she said breathlessly. "I was almost there. Don't stop now!" Even though her face was covered, I could hear her gritted teeth.

I looked at her tits, and slowly peeled the hardened glue off her nipple.

"Oh gggooodd...." she shuddered, and then I watched as she bucked through an orgasm.

"Look out, it's gonna happen again..." I said, and peeled off the other nipple glue.

"Nnnggg.... ssss....." Bree hissed and snorted as the pleasure overtook her again and she pulled free of the robe belt, snapping it like a cheap rubber band. Her hands immediately grabbed my hair and pulled me into her muff, where she ground my face as I licked her clit and tasted her juices. "Fuck fuck fuck... god Gary FUUUUCK!" she whimpered as she went through a third epileptic fit.

"No more..." she gasped, ripping off the pillow case... "No more... I can't..." she said between heavy breaths... "I can't take another orgasm or I swear I will pull a hamstring or something..."

"O Come All Ye Faithful" started to play, and we both erupted with laugher.

As we finally stopped giggling... she said in a stern note, "No, seriously Gary... tonight you're gonna be fucked."

"I know..." I said, winking.

"Oh, you're gonna be fucked, alright..." said Linda. There she was, at the doorway, a cell phone camera pointed right at us.

"How did you get in here?" I screamed.

"Alan had some keys made. But it doesn't matter now, I got you right where I want you..."

Bitch gonna die.

Bree is just the kind of obsessive girl who would do something . . . Permanent, to deal with her.

Oh man I can't bear the tension. This is getting really good.

its starting to look like a sopa opera, but in a good way

bump

Winter of Bree: Part 2
M/F, cons

Dan the Man always had a plan. And as Bree started whimpering and freaking out, I managed to keep my cool like Dan would have.

"It will be fine," I said, calmly, putting down my iPhone.

"Shit SHIT! How can you SAY THAT? Oh, it's all my fault... she's-- I tried to get her, but my ankles were still tied up... I just--"

"This is the part where you shut up and listen," I said sternly. I didn't mean to be cruel, but she was getting out of hand. I waited until she looked at me with those big, green eyes. "Yes, we didn't catch her. But that's why I have people. People who can."

"Who were you calling?"

"Dan left me some favors people owed him. Thankfully... Linda stopped long enough for me to read her license plate off her Mazda Miata."

"But who did you call?"

"Did your daddy tell you everything he did...?"

"Daddy's DEAD!" Bree shouted, and started sobbing. Perhaps she needed this outlet. her voice had the conviction of someone who was in the final stages of grieving.

"He lives on in his care for you. He would have never let anything bad happen to you."

Bree stopped crying for a moment, and tried to hold back he child-like blubbering. "I'm sorry, Gary. All this is... my fault..."

I raised an eyebrow. "How, exactly?"

"I should have never seduced you--"

"--I believe that was a two-way street, my love--"

"I should have never let daddy work with you--"

"I believe that was what HE wanted..."

"Oh god... it's all going to be ruined... because I couldn't stand being without you and I am so weak and stupid..." Bree broke down in cries again.

"I hate to see you this way..." I said, gently crouching down. "So put the pillow case back over your head..."

Bree chortled for a second, and then furrowed in anger. "That's NOT funny!" She shouted as she resumed crying.

I pretended to be as cool as a cucumber, Inside, I was freaking out, but I knew if I did, all would be lost. Linda would have won. "Admit it, that was a little funny."

"NO!"

"Just a little...?"

Bree paused. "No."

"How about a smidge?"

"What are we going to do, Gary?"

"YOU are going to do nothing. I am going to wait for someone to call me back. But I need you to go back to your condo and stay there. can you do that for me?"

"Are... are you going to run away?"

That hadn't even occurred to me. "No," I chuckled with a snort. "No, I don't think that would be wise."

"How come?"

"Because what about you? I can't leave you."

"I'll be fine--"

"I didn't ask if you'd be fine. Your daddy insisted I look after you. And no ex-wife of mine is going to fuck that up. No, Bree. The safety word is GaryDontLeave. And don't you forget it."

"She will get you in jail."

"No, she won't. She wants me to think that, but she's got one major handicap. She's as dumb as she is shallow."

Bree started crying again.

"What now? I recall asking you to go back to your..." I almost said "room"... "condo."

"I... I don't want to be alone on Christmas Eve..." she sobbed. "I miss Daddy! I want my daddy back!"

"Bree... take it to heart that your daddy is not coming back. But he lives on. In both of us--"

Bree snorted as she cried. "Jees... that is so corny..."

"I know, but it's true. You're mature enough to understand this. And mature enough to know a full grown adult, even at age 80, would be crying like you are now. There is no shame in that."

Bree smiled and looked back up an me. "Thank you..." she said softly.

"But what will separate you from the other bimbos at your college is how you handle things while you are crying. Cry all you want, but be sensible. I am in charge right now. I am handling this. You are a victim, and I will bring that bitch DOWN if I have to crush her myself."

Bree nodded. "Okay..." she said. She looked down. "Um... may I have a--"

"--a shirt, yes." I smiled at her, and we hugged. Her naked flesh felt cold, but gentle, in my arms.

"I will call you," I said. "I promise. And I am not running away."

Bree put on one of my shirts, which hung on her like a towel over a fencepost. "You better not... I'll... kick your ass."

I nodded. "I have seen what you're do to balls. I won't take that chance..."

A few hours later, and there was a knock at the door I was expecting.

"Greetings officer," I said as I opened the door. The man in uniform looked surprisingly young.

"Mr... ?"

"Gary. Call me Gary, officer. Won't you come in?"

The officer nervously shuffled in. "Mr... Gary. Gary, I have come here to ask you a favor."

I pulled out a fold of $100 bills from my pants pocket and put them in my shirt pocket. "Please. You're like family. How are your kids, Thomas and Donna? Donna must be, what, 11 now?"

"Yeah... they grow like weeds."

"Working on Christmas Eve? Goodness."

The officer wiped the back of his neck nervously. "I have come to inform you... Gary, that your ex-wife was detained on Rt 10 for speeding and possible drug possession and we discovered some possible property of yours." He handed me an iPhone.

I smiled as I looked at the phone. I slid the slider bar, but it was password protected. I tried three numbers. The third one, her birth year, worked. "Ah... I see she's been trying to use it." I took it to a computer while the man nervously paced my living room. Hooking it up to a small program, I downloaded the entire image. "Won't you stay for coffee?"

"No no... I just need to very that's your property."

"I had to buy a new one," I said. "After she stole the old one."

"Backup complete," the popup said, and I clicked "OK." Then I made a few more transfers. "It was mine, but she put her account on it," I cycled through the picture and video roll. Delete. Delete... Delete. There were some pictures of interest. Plus some new ones only a few seconds old.

"Well, then I must be--"

"Hold on," I said. "Take a look at this."

The officer looked at some of the pictures. "Wow."

"I know. My ex-wife is part of a ring, I think."

"If we find the location of those plants..."

"Not only that, but I believe the boys in these other photos are underage."

"She did mention she had some valuable information on that phone and not to screw with it."

I nodded. "I am going to give this back to you as evidence," I said, handing back the phone. Several hundreds were attached to the back. The officer's polite smile brightened to a more honest one. "You gonna buy and last minute gifts for the kids?" I asked.

The officer nodded. "You know how it is... waiting until the last minute."

"This evidence will make some officers proud to be on the force."

The officer nodded. "Indeed," he said, putting the fold of bills in his vest pocket. "I must be going now."

"Oops," I said as he opened my door. I bent over and picked up some more bills. "You dropped something."

The officer tapped his vest pocket, and realized the first set of money was still there. We shook hands as I gave him the bills. "I would really hate to see that you have to report coming out here... on Christmas Eve. It probably would have been better if you never came here."

The officer nodded. "Dan was a good man."

"He was the man."

I let the officer close the door behind him. I counted to 60, and then locked the deadbolt. I went back to my computer.

Sorting through the phone's backup, I saved the contact list, last called, and texts. I even had a few she deleted. I skimmed over the hundreds of pictures. Most were of her making duck faced smiles at some bars. I started making notes of the background, and the dates and GPS info stamps on them. All defaults, easy to trace her life since she got the phone. Then I came to one recent set.

Linda must have snapped a few blurred photos before she realized that she didn't have the video slider on. Then the rest was me, face deep in Bree's pussy. My god, was that my back? Yeesh. I am getting a bald spot in the back, I though as I patted my thinning hair. Bree's toes were flexing and curling in pleasure, and my dick got hard, thinking about how her eyes must have rolled back into her head under that silly pillowcase.

"Why did you stop?" she said breathlessly. "I was almost there. Don't stop now!"

I saw myself rise up, and slowly peel the hardened glue off her nipple.

"Oh gggooodd...." she shuddered, shaking.

"Oh my God," Linda's voice whispered.

My face darkened with an angry expression. "Good," I said. "That's sex you will never have."

Despite my desires otherwise, I deleted all the evidence from the backup. It was child porn, technically. But now I was frustrated and slightly enraged. I made a call.

"Hello?" asked a sad voice.

"I need to speak with you."

"Do you think we should? I mean--"

"Gary took care of it. Now you have to take care of me."

Bree paused. "Look, I--"

"I can't be alone on Christmas Eve, either."

Bree was silent. "Okay," she said sadly. "I'll be right up."

I felt energized and confident. Seeing Bree react to the glue off her nipple did something to me. I felt a strong, possessive rush of adrenaline. Of course, she was probably pretty upset, and banging would not happen tonight. A minute later, there was a soft knock on my door.

Bree quickly came in the second I opened the door. "Here's your shirt," she said, handing it back to me neat and folded. She was wearing jeans, flip-flops, and a baggy sweater. She was also wearing her glasses. Her face was red and puffy, and I knew she had been crying.

"Have a seat, Bree," I said. She moped to a wicker armchair that creaked under her movement.

"Linda is not a concern anymore," I said.

Bree played absently with the edge of her sweater and did not make eye contact. "I suppose she's sleeping with the fishes?"

I snorted. "No. No, this isn't some TV crime drama. This is the real thing. We don't pay a guy to whack off an enemy. No, we do things the legal way."

Bree smiled. "Really?"

"She was busted for dope possession and possible child pornography," I said. "Both were on her person."

Bree acted like a light bulb went off. "Oh my god, I didn't think of that!"

I didn't tell her I swapped out our rendezvous with some planted evidence of young boys swimming naked at some German family nudist resort. And a basement pot farm. "Yep. I made sure that they looked at her phone. She's probably not going to be put away for long, but she's going to have to post a huge amount of bail money. I want to see who pays it."

Bree smiled, and cried a little. "I'm sorry I have been so weepy..."

"It's your first Christmas without Dan-- daddy."

Bree nodded, and wiped her face with her sweater sleeve. "I must be a terrible burden..."

"Bree, when I met you, you were so flirtatious and self-confident. You know better than to feed me those lines. Now buck up, and let's finish decorating."

"I want pancakes..." she said.

"What?"

"I want pancakes. May I make us pancakes? I used to make them for... well, back before..."

"I'd like pancakes," I agreed. "Dishes are dirty, though."

Bree smiled. "I'll clean them." She got up and leaned over the sink. She turned on the sprayed and started to go through the dishes. Every time she leaned forwards, I watched the little arches of her bare feet flex to make up for her lack of height. Her bare toes spread outwards as her ass hardened like an inviting dimple. Her small and wet hands washed the soapy dishes until I couldn't stand it.

"I have a dishwasher, you know," I said, sliding up behind her.

"I prefer hand washing," she said. "It's faster and doesn't leaver a film..." she tapered off as I leaned into her. My firm dick pressed into her jeans and I slid my hands around her and up her sweater. She was not wearing a bra, and the little surprise gave me strength to pull her into me.

"Gary...." she said coyly. "Not now... I want pancakes..."

Her resistance was fading as I nibbled her neck and ear.

"Gary..." she whispered as I pulled out my hands and dipped them into the soapy warm water. I licked her earlobe as I breathed heavily into her cheek. "Oh... Gary... this isn't..."

"Shhh..." I whispered, pulling my slippery, warm, and wet hands under her sweater and grasping her tits. I slid soapy fingers around her erect nipples and pushed into her. My boner was slightly parting her ass cheeks, even though the jeans. "This is going to happen one way or another. You want it... you want it so bad..."

Bree slid her hands down into her jeans, where the snap popped open. She shuddered as her wet fingers probed into her slit and rubbed her clit. I pushed harder into her, pushing her up on the edge of the counter and pulling down her jeans.

"But Gary... I want pancakes..." she said unconvincingly.

"Then you should have worn a bra and panties, you slippery little whore..."

"Oh god..." she moaned and turned around as her pants fell around her ankles. I pulled off her sweater as she pulled down my pants. I pulled her into me, and my cock slid deep into her suckling folds. Backing up, I held her onto me until we got to the wall and I pushed deep into her with rapid thrusts.

"Oh god... oh god yes fuck me Gary... fuck me HARD..." she gritted her teeth in frustration, rocking back and forth as her juices dripped down the inside of my thighs. Her head thumps on the wall every time she leaned back and gasped deep gulping breaths.

"I'll fuck you so hard, you'll cum whether you want it or not."

"I want to cum... ahhh... Gary I am cumming..."

"Yes you are..." I shouted. "Come you sexy fuck. Show me I own your cumming."

"Garyyyy...." she whined... "FUUUAAAAHHHHKKKK...." Her shuddering pushed my cock even deeper into her wetness and I grunted as I pushed her hips so hard into the drywall, it dented. Her head pitched back, and put another dent in the wall. Her orgasm had taken her breath away as she spasmed and croaked for air. I pulled her away from the wall, and waddled our writhing bodies to the couch. I tossed her down, and slapped her face hard. She gasped again and squealed, arching upward into me. My dick went even deeper into her; my balls were getting crushed by the force against her bottom at our taints crossed swords. I reached around and started slapping her ass until it was apple red. Her panting became labored as she rolled from one orgasm to the next.

Soon, I couldn't take it. My build up frustration erupted into her, pouring gallons of seed into her body until I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies gasping for air like two decked fish.

"Shit Gary... shit... shit shit shit..." she said through her panting as it started to wind down.

"You still want those pancakes?" I joked through my own gasping.

"Oh, absolutely. But this was good, too! Yes, yes... Bree approves of a good pre-pancake fuck!"

We both started to laugh until she snorted.

"Gary..." she finally said as we untangled ourselves. "How do you know what I need?"

"Because you only need the simple things: sex, security, and pancakes."

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