by Candy Quinn
There came Mr. Roberts, a fine back jacket on, but no tie again. He looked slicker than before, and his glasses were gone too. He was downright dashin’ without ‘em.
“So this is your little fortress of solitude, Fiona, hmm? A nice hideaway,” he said with a grin.
It was my hideaway. A little flare of jealousy went up in my heart, but I squished it back down. I didn’t have time for none of that. If she wanted to use it, I wished she’d have asked, but I understood why she didn’t. I wouldn’t tell her if I was sneakin’ out after lights-out. That would be a recipe for disaster.
But she was touchin’ on his chest, and that made me feel a little jealous too, though I didn’t know why. I barely knew the teacher, and I didn’t want to be the one touching on his chest. So why did it make me feel weird?
She beckoned him in, biting her lower lip anxiously as he followed after her. From his angle, he could even get a glimpse up her dress skirts, and I wondered if she was still not wearin’ any panties like before.
“Just a convenient lil’ get away for us, under the circumstances,” she said to him, and I noticed her dress was awful low cut. She must’ve done somethin’ to make it even worse than earlier that day, because her breasts were showin’, big round mounds swelled up into cleavage from the red dress.
“So why are you so interested in my travel stories, huh? I figured you had to be very happy here on the farm. After all, it was young Lily that’s the one trying to get away,” he said, already being filled in on that personal tidbit.
I kinda resented being ‘young Lily’. I wasn’t a baby anymore, and I felt a bit hot and angry, but Fiona started talkin’ again and what she said shocked the anger right out of me.
“I’ve been thinkin’ of running off for a while now. You know, really experiencing what the world has to offer. But with you right here, I figured maybe you could just show me.”
I didn’t understand it wholly, but I knew that tone wasn’t to be used in polite conversations.
I saw as Mr. Roberts gaze dropped low, then looked to Fiona and saw her legs were spread, and spreading wider. Her dress hiked up, and from my angle below I could see, she was bein’ downright shameless with how she was showin’ her flower to the newly arrived man!
I mean, we all had fantasies and such, but this fella had only just arrived, and there was my older sister showin’ him her privates so shamelessly!
“Looks like you’ve got a lot to show me too, Fiona,” he said, his voice deeper and huskier than usual as he stared between her legs, making my sister grin and bite down upon her lower lip. “You’re as pretty beneath your dress as you are outside it,” he said.
I thought it might not go no further than that, but then Mr. Roberts reached out, his long fingers extending to touch along her inner thighs, stroking the backs of his digits along her smooth skin. He traced along her, enjoying the feel of her skin quite obviously.
It sent a shiver down my spine, truth be told. My breath held, and it wasn’t that I was scared they’d find me. They were both too distracted for that.
But I just couldn’t find my breathing. It was weird, but I could almost feel it myself, that light tracing of fingers along my sensitive flesh. But that didn’t stop how wrong my sister was. I wondered if I should stop her, tell her she better get back into the house to apologize to Rose straight away.
But instead I just waited for what would happen next.
“I’m glad ya think so, sir,” Fiona said, just lettin’ him touch on her! His fingers tracin’ in closer and closer to her cunny. He weren’t just lookin’ at her most private of privates now, he was touchin’ ‘em! His fingers grazin’ along the edges of her puffy, reddened lips, so swole up.
I’ve seen my own get like that on rare occasion, only when I awoke from a rather… naughty dream. And it looked like my older sis was havin’ a doozy by the looks of how red and glossy it was.
“I’ve been around the world, visited a lot of countries,” Mr. Roberts said, studying Fiona’s little flower, brushing his thumb against those folds, makin’ her shiver and whimper. “But there’s more beauty to be found on this simple farm than I’ve found in all my journeys.”
Again I felt that weird little pang, wishin’ that he could’ve said that to me. But instead I was just young Lily, nothing like my overconfident sister and her way with him. She wasn’t embarrassed or shy, not at all. I’d never seen her be so up front to someone, not ever.
“You mean that?” Fiona said, brushin’ back some of her hair from her face, and I could see she had a touch of blush to her cheeks. She wasn’t as brazen as I’d given her credit for, although… only by a bit.
She had the nerve to show off her lady bits to the man, but she still felt at least a lil’ embarrassment over it.
Mr. Roberts didn’t answer her right away though, and I thought for a moment he’d confess to not meanin’ it. Instead, he brought his free hand up, stroked two fingers along the mound of her bulging breast, then curled them into the cup of her dress. He helped himself to tugging down her dress, exposing her right breast — which was so much bigger than my own! I felt jealous. Then he was stroking about her pinkened areolas, and stiffened nipple.
“It’s confirmed,” he said with a confident smile, so smooth and undaunted by it all. “Absolutely beautiful.”
I was breathing heavier, though I was trying to keep still. It was uncomfortable, cramped like I was, but I barely noticed. My eyes were glued on the two of them, on how they were touchin’ each other.
Fiona let out the sound like she did when eating the cake, this low moan, and she pushed her breast into his hand, her legs spreading even wider.
Mr. Roberts leaned in to her closer, his hand workin’ at her lil’ cunny in such a curiously precise fashion, makin’ lil’ circles near the top, makin’ my older sister moan and whimper some more. While his other hand squeezed at her breast, sank into that fleshy mound and toyed with her sensitive nipple, makin’ her flinch now and then.
“Have you ever been with a man before, Fiona?” he asked her, and I almost answered ‘no’ for her. None of us had!
“Yeah,” she said, and my eyes went wide! I had no idea!
But my older sister stared into his eyes, lost in the moment, breathin’ heavily as her chest heaved.
“He was older’n me,” she continued. “He passes through now and then to sell things to the local shop.”
I immediately knew who she meant. Mr. Erics. The travellin’ salesman! He worked for some company or another, and he pitched products to Herbert family for their local store. I couldn’t believe it! Fiona and Mr. Erics?
“How far did you go?” Mr. Roberts asked, continuing to work at her body.
She couldn’t have done what they were doin’, not like this. He wasn’t ever around long enough for that, I was certain. But then, I’d been certain she’d never done somethin’ like this before at all just a moment before.
Didn’t she know what Rose would do to her?
It was enough to make me wanna scream, to try to protect her from her bad decisions, but Mr. Roberts was touching her so lovingly, and I stayed put. Part of me didn’t want to interrupt.
“We touched some, like this,” she said to him slowly, her voice heavy with her lusty breathing. “He took me behind the shop, and we showed each other all we had. We was gonna go all the way… but then he got transferred to a new area,” she said with a whimper as Mr. Roberts seemed to find some special way of stroking her.
“So you’ve never had a man slip his cock into your pussy,” Mr. Roberts said, his words so crass I felt my cheeks turn blood red! “Such a shame. We’ll have to fix that tonight,” he said with such a smile I felt a chill run down my spine.
I wanted to run out, to hide from all this. I was curious, sure, but that language... I couldn’t believe my ears. I know there was no way that I’d be innocent, not after seeing what was happening in my treehouse.
But there wasn’t a way out. I was trapped, unless I wa
nted to expose myself, and then I’d be in as much trouble as Fiona for not telling sooner!
“Please,” my sister said in a whimper, “please fix that for me, Mr. Roberts.”
I couldn’t believe my ears! My sister was beggin’ for it! For the nasty things that dashing stranger was sayin’ to her!
He withdrew his hand from her chest, leaving her breast to fall back to her chest with a jiggle as he began to undo his top. Now, I’d never seen a man naked, not once. But I’d seen one topless a time or two, but none compared to Mr. Roberts.
He was lean, but he was fit. Beneath his shirt was hard, lined muscle, and just a sprinkling of hair over it. He stripped away his shirt to show his statuesque pecs and abs, and my sister and I were transfixed as he exposed himself.
She was the first to break the spell though, reachin’ out, and runnin’ her hand along his chest, feeling him up with such relish.
“You’re so handsome,” she said, soundin’ younger than me with her excitement.
I had to put my hand over my mouth to quiet myself then, because I was getting really scared and feeling really hot. Not just my cheeks from being embarrassed, but between my legs too. I pressed them together tighter and took in a deep breath through my nose.
I couldn’t make a sound. I had to be as quiet as a mouse, even as her hand went lower and lower along his abs.
Mr. Roberts paused his own hands after he stripped off his shirt and jacket entirely, his broad shoulders rotating.
“I’ll leave that to you,” he said, as my sister’s hand got to his belt at his wait.
She nibbled her lower lip anxiously, but did as he said. Her two hands going to that leather belt and unbuckling it, the excitement in her clear as day as she began to undo the man’s pants right before my eyes!
“There you go,” he said in a deep husk, right before she peeled his pants open… and reached into his underwear!
Dear lord! How’d she manage to do such a thing?!
I’ll never know!
Fiona was grabbing at his maleness, right before my eyes, squeezing him and keeping her eyes on his the entire time. She was being so brazen, I couldn’t believe it.
And I really didn’t understand why my own breathing was getting shallower. It wasn’t happening to me, after all, but I could almost imagine it was. I had to shake those thoughts away though. They weren’t proper, not at all, and I couldn’t stand to think about them.
Then she pulled him out of his pants, though, and my sex throbbed in response. I couldn’t believe it. It looked so strange and foreign, that big, meaty stick that she held in her hands. It wasn’t like us girls at all, and I leaned forward to get a better look.
That big tool was ribbed with pulsing veins, jutting off its meaty length. It rose up at a slight upwards curve towards the tip, where her stroking hand revealed a big, glistening purple crown! It was… well, magnificent. I never saw a thing like it in my life and yet I immediately knew I wanted it. Craved it.
It was embarrassing to even think that, but it was the truth, and I could feel it down below. Watching those twin balls swing out of his drawers, so heavy and big, I was breathless!
“God, you’re a big man,” Fiona said breathily, and though I had no point of comparison I felt he had to be! I was wonderin’ how he was gonna squeeze that thing into my sister — or me! — and not sure how it could be possible.
He grinned at my sister’s compliment, stroking the hairline along her cheek and pushing some of her hair back as he watched her. She was touching his most private of parts, and he was just looking at her like it was all a big laugh or something. That it wasn’t nothing to be ashamed of.
I forced myself to take in some breath, because I was getting a bit dizzy, and I had to close my eyes for a few seconds just to steady myself. When I finally opened them again, he was kissing her right on the mouth as she started to run her hand up and down his shaft.
The two of ‘em were poised above me, showin’ their naughty parts with not an ounce of shame, makin’ out and touchin’ one another as if it were no big thing. I couldn’t hardly believe it, but there it was, right before me.
He pressed Fiona back, laying her out on the floor of the treehouse as he got down over her, in between her legs. Now, that might’ve made it hard for me to see, but nope! Fiona’s legs spread so gosh darn wide that her dress slipped up to her ass, and I watched from beneath as her hand guided him in to her. That big, bulging tip of his pressed to her puffy, wet folds, and they prepared to lock parts just a few inches from my face!
I could smell the soft scent of them both on the air, and maybe that was what was causing me to be so dizzy. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was worried that they’d find me, but they didn’t seem to hear a thing over their own heavy breathing.
I wanted to reach down and touch myself, truth be told, but I was a good girl. I wasn’t going to do something like that, or something like what Fiona was doing. It wasn’t right, but I was transfixed as he started to push into her.
It was like something was stopping him, at first, and I figured it was just too big to fit into that tiny little twat. She made a face like it hurt, but she kept her legs open wide.
“Just break it,” she said, and I was scared for her. Break what? Break her?
I wanted to yell at him not to, but what could I do? I was trapped, and I had to stay still and quiet. And even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop him because he bucked his hips forward in one movement, and she screamed somethin’ awful.
He stayed still for a second as she quieted down, her body relaxing a little bit and she smiled.
I didn’t understand that! She’d just screamed bloody murder and now there she was, smiling like a maniac.
I looked back to where their bodies met, his thick organ splaying her folds so lewdly, his balls pressed up against her ass. Then as he began to pull slowly back, I could see that little trickle of red that stained his bulging shaft. He’d hurt her!
But the way she was moanin’ as he pulled back, then thrust in again, said she wasn’t hurtin’ no more. Fast as that.
Mr. Roberts was pumpin’ that big dick of his into my sister right before my eyes, and the pungent aroma of their sex was fillin’ the air as they grew faster, more heated.
“Fuck,” he cursed so crassly all the time with her. “You’ve got such a tight hold on my cock, I feel like you’re gonna milk my nuts dry in no time,” he said, staring at her tits as they swayed with the motions of their rutting.
I puzzled at those words. I didn’t know what milking nuts meant, and it took me a second’s pause before I decided to look it up when I got back. Try to find it in one of the books I had, though I knew I didn’t have nothing that talked about what they were doing.
My lips parted as Fiona moaned back in response, “Oh yea, big boy?”
She obviously understood what he was talking about!
Fiona clearly had more experience with men than me, and I reckoned that the salesman had shown her quite a few things behind the shop judgin’ by her familiarity with it all… but I was so focussed on what they were doin’. The slap of their flesh, his heavy balls smacking against her ass, the wet noise of his dick plunging into her cunny again and again.
I was so close I could smell and see it all, every lil’ detail! The way her tight little quim swallowed up his dick each time he thrust forward, only for her folds to cling to him as he tugged back. It was gross and yet beautiful in its own way. I’d never seen a thing like it, and I should’ve been horrified, but hearin’ them moan as they did it, I knew there was nothin’ but good feelings to come from it all.
“Fuck you’ve got such a tight little cunt,” he said in a deep, rumbling voice. “I’m gonna fill it with so much cum, you’ll be bursting,” he growled.
I didn’t know what he meant, of course, but I knew from the way Fiona was squirming beneath him, begging him with those whimpered, “Yes, yes,” sounds, that it was good. It had to be real, real good, and I wanted it too
.
I was jealous, and my hand went between my thighs, just to try to stop my bits from throbbing.
I had no idea how long it’d all gone on for, but it felt like an eternity to me. With how my privates were pulsing with need, aching for some relief, I felt like I was ready to die.
Yet above me, I watched my sister get fucked by that handsome stranger, ploughed into by his thick cock again and again, their pace rising. I watched as a curious thing happened, and those big, heavy balls of his began to tighten up, and no longer slapped my sister’s ass anymore.
He gave a big, loud groan, and his rough thrusts became erratic, and Fiona cried out loudly, screamin’ for him to fill her. Then I watched it all from beneath as if in slow motion. That big dick of his pulsed, and even though he came to a halt, it swelled up as if it was pumping all on its own.
And I began to understand it all better then. He was filling her full alright, and it wasn’t long after I found out with what. Because once he pulled back that thick, creamy white spunk began to drool from her puffy lil’ slit, and I could see it begin to run down towards me.
I was going to have to move or else it’d drip down and hit me in the face, but I didn’t. I don’t know, maybe a part of me was just too curious to wanna hide from it, and I watched as those few little drops went down between the cracks, dropping on my nose.
It smelled so strongly, and my nostrils flared.
And then I did something I’m not too proud of. I brought my finger up to my nose, to those little drops, and I smeared them away before...
Before bringing my finger right to my lips, and tasting their combined juices.
As I tasted my first drop of cum, the two of them above me made out passionately. While I was delighted by the salty tang of that milky seed, and another drop landed upon my lips this time where I licked it away, they fondled and felt each other up.
