I was sitting on the bed watching Emily unpack her suitcase. Lifting the sweatshirts revealed a stack of neatly tied ropes, a couple small ascenders, and a strap-on dildo. "What about this?" I asked holding the last item up.
"What about it?"
"If you put it on now, you'll be packing and unpacking at once," I suggested.
"If you make more puns like that one, you'll be wearing it. And not in front."
"Bet you didn't get this at L. L. Bean."
"Oh yeah?" she asked. "Take a look at those straps."
I gasped. "That's Bean of Freeport tartan."
"Yup." She leapt onto the bed and snatched it out of my hands, straddling my waist.
"But...how...?"
"Very limited edition," she purred, taking a handful of my hair and roughly pulling my head back, "We have some connections inside the company. Now open up, Vinnie. I want you to suck my cock."
I stood on the pier by the Nantahack Yacht Club building wearing a pair of sandals and a shiny wet erection.
In front of me, my girlfriend's little sister was securely tied to a wooden um...bench...easel...bondage...thing. Behind me were several dozen members of the local community on uncomfortable little folding chairs.
I'd come to the event knowing I was going to see Tina perform; I hadn't realized how much audience participation was going to be expected of me.
"You look pretty pleased with yourself," I said to Tina. "You and Emily really set me up."
"You gonna punish me?" she teased.
"As a matter of fact, I am," I answered, taking hold of one of her ankles, and lifting it till her foot was at the level of my face.
"Speak up!" someone in the audience called.
"I said, ARE YOU TICKLISH?" I said loudly.
Tina's eyes widened, and she violently shook her head, causing a couple of her locks to fly across her face and her soft breasts to sway gently.
"Well, then, you won't mind if I do this," I grinned, and slowly brought my other hand up to the sole of her foot. Before I had even made contact, her entire body was tensed. As I ran my fingernail slowly and firmly down the sole, her resolve lasted about an inch before she shrieked and tried to twitch wildly. I was ready for her, and her foot barely moved, though her shoulders heaved and her ass bounced on the bench.
I did the same maneuver a few times, and her response only intensified, as she tossed her head to side to side, gasping for breath, her face beginning to darken. I paused for her to draw a couple breaths, then brought my mouth down to her foot and took her big toe into my mouth. She tensed at first, then cooed at the pleasure as I massaged her sole with my thumbs and ran my tongue around the base of her toe.
Once she had relaxed, I ran my lower teeth along the flesh of her toe, then moved down and grazed her soles, provoking another frantic and fruitless escape attempt. Those middies apparently knew their stuff--she wasn't moving much. "Well your feet seem to be," I said. "What about your thighs?"
Moving carefully out of consideration as much for my tender ass as for Emily's rest, I pulled on a pair of shorts, and, glancing back to see Emily still curled up under the handmade quilt, slipped out of her bedroom.
Walking as lightly as I could, I walked down the creaky stairs to the kitchen of the Uphams' summer house. The decoration was airy and a little austere, with simple wood furniture and a few nautical prints on the walls. Gauze curtains billowed in the open windows.
In the kitchen, Emily's mom was doing a crossword puzzle. "Vinnie!" she said, "how do you like your room?"
"It's beautiful," I said honestly, wishing I had showered and put on a shirt before coming downstairs. "Um...I thought you guys had gone down to the beach...."
"We did," she said merrily. "Without sunscreen I can't stay out too long, though. Where's Emily?"
I wondered how long she'd been back. "She's taking a nap now."
"Wore her out, did you?" The knowing smile was a little incongruous on her broad, open face.
"I offered to drive!" I insisted. "But since it was her car, and she knew the way..." I trailed off. She was cocking an eyebrow skeptically.
"I think most of the damage was done rather more recently than that, Vinnie."
Eep. Nantahack culture was taking a little getting used to. "I guess so," I admitted. "We thought you were still gone."
Pat Upham put down her puzzle and walked over to me. "You don't seem too tired though." Her v-neck tee shirt showed a discreet quantity of soft, freckled cleavage.
"Parts of me are more tired than others," I said, and instantly regretted it.
She laughed happily and took my arm in one hand. More quietly, she said, "you still smell like sex."
And I, yea, even I, Vinnie Tesla,blushed. "Sorry! I'll go take a shower, I should have done it before coming downstairs, sorry!"
I made as if to turn around, but Mrs. Upham tightened her grip on my arm. "It's okay," she said, "it's sexy."
"Um...Thanks." I shook my head. "Mrs. Upham, I don't quite know how to...I mean, is this...?" I wiped the mixture of old and new sweat from my forehead. "I've got to go take a shower. I'll be back down after that."
I ducked into our room to get a towel, and Emily stirred sleepily. "Hey, what's up?" she murmured.
"Your mom's home," I reported.
"She make a pass at you yet?"
"Um, yes. Yes, she did."
I anxiously awaited Emily's response.
She poked her head out from beneath the sheet and smiled mischievously. "Didja do her?"
"No! No, of course not. More specifically, I fled like a little bunny rabbit."
"Oh, I doubt that."
"Hop, hop, hop. Go ahead and ask her, that's what she'll tell you."
"Bunny Tesla, huh? I hope you didn't hurt her feelings."
At this point I was getting irritated. I enjoy the occasional surprise, but I was a little too out of the loop for my tastes at this point. "Er, just out of idle curiosity, how should I have responded when my girlfriend's mom come on to me?"
Emily rolled on her back, exposing her firm little breasts, Strands of sweat-damp hair were strewn across her face. "Vinnie, if you manage to make it off Nantahack without being seduced by Tina, Mom, Aunt Dorothy, half the yacht club, and most of the lady's croquet league, I will be very surprised and a little disappointed. "
I digested this for a moment. "Disappointed in me or in them?" I asked at last.
Emily chuckled. "Take your shower, Vinnie."
I moved to the base of the bench, and knelt on the sun- warmed wood. I gave myself a few seconds to drink in the sight of Tina's pretty cunt close-up, the fat lips ill concealed by the thin, light-brown hair. There'd be time for that later. I ran my fingers lightly over her broad, soft thighs. Five minutes ago she probably would have found the contact pleasant, but now she was in ticklespace, and the touch caused her to kick frantically. I switched to fingernails again, running them in little scrabbling motions along her inner thighs. Her hips rolled wonderfully as she gasped for air.
I ran my mouth along the skin of her inner thigh, and she relaxed again as I tongued the exquisitely sensitive skin. Then I bit, hard. She yelped, "Hey!" I bit and licked again and again, making a line of little nips where her ass met her thighs. With each bite she shrieked, and with each lick she moaned.
When I reached her mons, I paused, and blew on her slit. She was trembling at the prospect of the next bite, this time on her most tender parts.
I parted her lips with my fingers, and admired the delicate pale flesh they concealed. I pressed my mouth against Tina's pussy and she squealed and bounced her hips. I lapped the thick, faintly tart fluid from her cunt as I ran my hands up her legs to once again grasp her feet. Our eyes met as she lifted her head to watch me work between her upraised thighs.
I drummed my tongue against her tiny clitty, eliciting a long, low wail. When I ran my nails along her soles, her shaking rocked the bench alarmingly and she managed to pull one foot from my grasp. Nothing daunted, I took her ankle in my free hand, and continued to lash at her clit with my tongue as I scraped my fingers along her sole. Her free foot flailed wildly, as the rest of her shuddered and twitched. Her lung capacity must have been prodigious--she alternated shrieks and moans, without a perceptible inhale, for a good minute.
After my shower, Emily was asleep again. I pulled on a tee shirt and shorts, and sat down at the desk with a paperback novel from my luggage.
After five minutes, I gave up on trying to read. I was thirstier than ever and Emily showed no signs of wakefulness. I'd have to brave the downstairs once more without a chaperone.
As I came down the stairs this time, I was relieved to hear Tina's voice coming from the kitchen. As I entered, she cried, "Hey, Vinnie! I hear you wore Emily out already."
Her mother gave her a stern look. "Tina! Don't tease poor Vinnie. He's only been on the Island a couple of hours-- he's not used to us yet."
"I'm certainly getting a crash course," I said.
Pat Upham sighed. "Yes, I'm sorry. I forgot how confusing it can be when you first arrive. Please, don't let anyone pressure you into doing anything you're not comfortable with."
"Can I still tell him about tomorrow, Mom?" Tina begged.
"Sure," said her mother. "I think he can handle it. Vinnie, can I get you some lemonade?"
"Please," I said. "I think I could drink a pitcher."
Pat brought me a glass and took a pitcher out of the fridge. I filled the glass and gulped it down eagerly.
"Tomorrow I join the Yacht Club," Tina declared. "It'll be my first public performance!"
"Cool," I said, pouring myself another glass.
Tina leaned in. "You want to know what kind?"
"I get a choice?" I teased.
"Public sex!" she stage-whispered. "I'm gonna get screwed in front of an audience for the first time in my life."
I swallowed down my second glass of lemonade. I was going to be cool about this if it killed me, even if the image of Tina's curvy little body being plundered onstage was quickening my pulse and tightening my throat. "That reminds me of an old joke," I mused. "Should a girl be fucked before twenty?"
Tina glared at me.
"No, it's too big an audience," I answered myself.
"Listen," she demanded, bouncing with frustration. "Will you come watch? I really want you to be there."
I was tempted to say something about how I didn't think I had anything else scheduled, so I might as well. But her personal appeal touched me. "I certainly will. I wouldn't miss it for anything."
"Thanks," she said, leaping up and hugging me. "I promise you won't be bored." And she winked and bounced out of the room.
I stood. Tina was gasping for breath, her face darkly flushed. She looked lovely. I bent down and french kissed her hard, as she sucked air through her nose. Her mouth opened eagerly to mine and she sucked hungrily at my tongue. It was the first time I'd kissed her. As I pulled back a little, Tina licked and sucked eagerly at my lips and chin, cleaning off the juice I'd picked up from her cunt. My hips humped slowly against her, the shaft of my cock grinding against her pubis.
Leaning back, I pressed the swollen head of my prick against her slick labia, and pressed forward a little, parting her folds. With my thumb, I slid the head up and down over her clit. She jerked against the ropes with each pass, her breath still coming fast. "Put it in, put it in," she murmered.
"Speak up," I reminded her.
"Put it in me," she declared loudly, her eyes fixed on mine. "I want to feel you inside me."
I'd planned on teasing her longer, but her urgency was contagious. I slid my cock into her slick pussy before she had drawn her next breath. Then I bent down and kissed her mouth again, her lips opening slackly to mine as I slid inside her at last.
A detailed narrative of the next ten minutes would be dull to read, but I think we put on a pretty good show. I fucked her hard and fast for a while, watching her soft tits shake; then more slowly, while I nibbled at her crinkled brown nipples and ran my hands over her ass.
I tried to coax her to talk dirty but she was too caught up in the moment to be very articulate. Eventually, I fumbled with the ropes and untied one of her wrists. She rubbed her clit with her free hand as I slowly fucked her until she shrieked and came, the muscles of her interior clenching spasmodically. A minute or so later, I gripped her hips and pounded into her with my own climax.
For a moment I was oblivious to the world around me. Eventually I became concious of a warm round of applause. Not a standing ovation or anything, mind you. But an appreciative audience. My estimation of how emphatic the response was rose when I looked around and realized that only about half the audience was doing the clapping. The rest were busy bringing themselves off with their hands, or kneeling attending to their partners with their mouths. The Yacht Club members were a little more restrained, but Emily had a hand inside her shorts and a lovely flush on her face, and many of the middies were doing likewise.
I pulled my sticky softening dick out of Tina and untied her knots (they unraveled easily-those middies knew their stuff). I pulled to her feet, my own knees still a little unsteady, and hugged her tightly. She grinned and pecked me on the lips, and, as one, we bowed deeply to the audience, which was applauding once more.
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