byLost Boy©
Here's the next installment of Jon's adventures with mom and the other ladies in his life. I hope you like it as much as I did writing it. Please vote and comment to tell me how I'm doing. Any storyline suggestions are always welcome. So without further ado...
*
Last Night in Arkham:
After the puppy pile with the twins and Veronika resolved itself, and it do so quite nicely I might add. We all fell into a deep restful sleep, or so I thought. The sound of a spectral memory woke me in the wee hours of the morning. It was the music of a harp and the only one in the house was located in the ballroom. I turned my head and saw that the twins were snuggled close on my right side. When I turned to look on my left Veronika was nowhere to be seen.
Troubled by the way that Liz had left us I got up to investigate. I carefully rose to my feet so as not to disturb my sleeping sisters and on bare feet made my way to ballroom. There seated on a stool was Veronika, eyes closed, playing the harp with such grace and beauty it was achingly sweet. When the piece was finished I clapped softly amazed at her talent.
"You weren't supposed to hear that," she said without opening her eyes.
"But I did and it was beautiful," I told her. "You have been keeping secrets young lady."
"Music is my fortress, my refuge from the outside world," she replied.
"I hope I haven't mistreated you so poorly," I said now concerned that all was not well between her and I.
"You have been brilliant and a perfect Master," she said her eyes snapping open. "I didn't mean to infer that you were the cause of my distress."
"Is there anything I can do for you," I asked.
"You are the first man to ever ask that question... I want... what I want from you is the chance to share a part of your life."
"Gladly Veronika," I told her. "Provided I need your help in the future you will reciprocate."
"I will help you anyway I can."
"Good, I have had a sudden idea and your musical background may be of great help."
"Really," she blinked and a slow smile formed. "Just ask and I will tell you everything you want to know. If I don't know it I'll research it for you."
"Good now come to bed," I said and she stood up and raced over to my side as if afraid of something in the dark. "You're trembling."
"It just means I am happy," Veronika whispered. "I'm glad you heard my song."
"Me too."
Mom showed up at promptly O-Dark-Thirty much to the dismay of everyone wanting to sleep in late. So after a community shower and fresh clothes that mom provided we all sat down and had a nice bite to eat together. Mom had mixed feelings about all of her babies going off at once but knew the wisdom of the decision. She wanted us safe and sound until the issue with the Senator and his son blew over.
So while the girls sat on the back porch and sunned themselves mom and I took a walk in the woods. I let my feet guide me while we walked in relative silence. I think it was the smell of wood smoke that guided my steps faster now. The woods began to thin and there to my surprise and delight was the mysterious cabin by the lake. Rising from the chimney of the cabin was a thin tendril of dark smoke. Someone was living in the cabin right under our noses.
Mom kept behind me as we approached the cabin. It was a sturdy construction and I could see where it had been repaired over the years. I knocked on the door but there came no answer from within. So I called out as I opened the door.
"Hey we are friends is there anyone home?"
There came no answer from within so I peered in and saw that it was currently empty. The dying fire and the remnants of a recent meal told me that somebody around here gets up even earlier than my mom.
"Well," my mom asked.
"Nobody is home let's not invade their space shall we?"
"Why the hell not, this is your property."
"Because I think I know who it is that is living here and I want to respect their privacy. Let's go check out the building over there."
I closed the door and left the cabin's interior unmolested. We walked around the front of the building and another twenty yards or so to a smaller building that appeared as sturdy as the first. I recognized the smell of blood right away, it's a prison thing, and was much more cautious now. But when I opened the door the only thing that greeted us were two deer carcasses that were hanging to drain the blood from them. They were recent kills and by the precision of the arrow strikes on the bodies our guest was one hell of a marksman. I borrowed some rope from our guest and closed the door.
"Nothing here but a house guest it would seem," I told mom.
"So who do you think is living here," she asked as she turned to leave.
"Do you really want to know or is that just idle curiosity?"
"I really want to know," she said over her shoulder.
"Your dad," I told her and watched her stop and turn slowly.
"You're not serious, what makes you think it's him?"
"Call it an educated guess. Besides we have more important things to concern ourselves with at the moment."
"Like," she said with a growing smile.
"Like how to leave a lasting memory in that sick little mind of yours," I told her as I tied a slip know into each end of the rope I was holding.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up and stick out your hands," I said.
"What did you just say?"
"I said shut the fuck up and stick out your hands," I repeated as her eyes glittered with lust and she lifted her hands up and out.
I slipped each into a loop and tightened the rope around each wrist. I gripped the middle of the rope and led her into the woods looking for the right tree. Mom stumbled behind me silent but I would bet she was getting wetter by the moment. Finally the proper tree presented itself. I pulled her to the side of the tree and reached up and then broke off most of a limb at the proper height. Next I grabbed mom by the shoulders and made her face the trunk of the tree. Then I slipped the rope up and over what was left of that limb so that her arms were now over her head.
"How's that, are we comfy?"
"What are you going to do Jon," she asked licking her lips in anticipation.
"This," I said reaching around and unbuttoning her jeans and yanking them down to her ankles.
"Jon... are you going to fuck me here out in the open where anyone could walk up on us?"
"Yep," I said unzipping my pants and freeing my erection.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM... are you going to make me cum Jon? Are you going to fuck my pussy nice and hard?"
"UH HUH," I replied as I rubbed lube all over my cock from the bottle I had taken while the girls had been doing the dishes.
Like so many times with my mother in the past there was little or no prelims involved in our fucking. So when I lined up my cock with her pussy and rammed it inside of her she just moaned softly. When I grabbed her hips and began to brutally pound her from behind mom closed her eyes, bit her lip and silently thanked god for a son who loved her the way I did.
The soft moans from mom's lips mixed with the slapping sound as our bodies met in the lustful bonding of mother and son. Sure it was taboo and yes in its own way it was sick, but god damn it felt so good! Mom's pussy was squeezing me each time I pulled back to hammer her again.
"Fuck me Jon... make me come sweetie... I need it so damn bad!"
In answer I pulled back until only the head of my cock remained and then rammed my hips home as hard as I could. She growled as I fucked her now and her whimpers came more and more frequent. I knew she was close and mom begged me to make her cum. Being the dutiful son that I am I hammered her pussy relentlessly until and even past the point where she came. As her body shook in climax I continued to drive my hips up and into her tight little cunt.
"Jon... you're driving me crazy baby," she moaned as a second orgasm hit. "UNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Only then did I relent and simply grind up against her curvaceous ass. I eased out of her and spun her around and eased back into her wanting to see her radiant face. Her legs went around my waist as I tugged up her shirt and undid her bra. I cupped her tits and began to lick and suckle her sensitive nipples.
"You haven't cum yet," she moaned in my ear. "Where do you want to shoot your load sweetie?"
"I haven't decided," I said.
"Liar, I know where you want to stick your big 'ol cock. You want to fuck your mother's... tight... little... ASS, don't you?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"You want to cum deep in my butt don't you?"
"Yes," I moaned.
"Then do it, I want to feel your cock in my ass lover. I want to feel it swell and shoot deep in my rectum. Now that is something to keep me warm until you come home."
"Well if you're sure."
"MMMMMMMMMMM oh I am sure," she said biting my ear lobe.
"Should I let you down or just do it now?"
"Don't you dare let me down," she growled playfully. "Ease that fat cock of yours into me now or so help me... UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN."
As we talked I slid my cock out of her pussy and pressed the tip against her puckered asshole. Then when she said 'ease' I began pressing the head of my cock into her slowly. I never stopped until I was hilted inside of her and she impaled on my hard flesh.
"Damn, I never get tired of your tight little asshole mom," I moaned in her ear.
"I hope you never do," she replied.
To show her how much I adored her I moved slowly inside of her savoring every pleasure her body offered me. The rocking motion her arms allowed added a whole new depth to our fucking. I tried to support as much of her body weight as I could so her arms wouldn't be screaming in pain. The gentle rocking finally settled into a wonderful rhythm for both of us. I never asked her how she was doing. All I cared about really was my own growing pleasure. Moment by moment my orgasm was getting closer now. We could both feel my cock swelling inside of her. Mom let out a louder groan urging me on with mere sounds of need and desire. I would not disappoint her now. I bent my knees and got a better grip on mom's hips and when I stood she smiled in anticipation for what was to come. There was no love in the act that followed it was pure unbridled lust and the hunger for completion. I hammered my hips into her driving my cock as deep as it go as hard as I could into my mom's ass. It was a deliciously brutal thing to feel her gripping me so damn tight. I wouldn't last long but we both knew that. We were both panting and moaning now and with each thrust getting louder and louder until with one last savage drive of my hips I came. I shot so hard and so deep into her my mom almost fainted, if you can believe that. She managed to wrap her legs around me and squeeze me to her.
"I see that some of the family traditions are still held so near and dear," said a voice behind us.
It was a deep and powerful male voice. I had to spin mom on the ropes to get a good look at him. It was my grandfather of that I had no doubt. Though much of his face was obscured with a beard that had not been tended to in decades it was the eyes. The Miller eyes that stared back at me in the mirror and now stared at me from the hale man in his sixties.
"Hello Dad," my mother moaned.
"Hello kiddo," he replied.
I eased out of her and set her down carefully on wobbly legs. I tucked my cock in and zipped up. Then I reached up and freed my mother's arms from the branch and then the rope. She took her time pulling up her jeans, fastening her bra and finally tugging down her top. My grandfather never said a word he just took it all in as casual as breathing. Then he saw the ring and only then did he show any real emotion.
"You found the ring," his voice full of accusation. "Where did you find it?"
"Do you want it," I asked as most of the color drained from the old man's face.
"Hell no," he said taking a full step back away from me.
"Dad what's wrong?"
"Your child has found the deep dark family secret I tried so hard to spare you from," he said grimly. "It seems that all these years I spent searching for it was in vain. I can die now knowing that forty years of toil and struggle amounted to nothing."
"I didn't know," I told him.
"I know maybe I should have stayed and warned you all. But now it's a moot point isn't it. The Black Pharaoh has already visited you hasn't he?"
"You mean Nyarlathotep," I asked.
"That is one of his many names and many forms he takes, but yes Nyarlathotep."
"What should I do grandfather?"
"Whatever it takes to survive and don't trust that son of a bitch as far as you can throw him. I am leaving now and don't look for me," he said turning to face my mother now. "I am sorry but I really did do it for your own good. He's a handsome boy and the girls look just like my dear sweet Emma. You are blessed but uh do yourself a favor and divorce that selfish bastard and live your own life now. Hell, go to London with him and find some measure of happiness." He paused for a long moment as if trying to find some other piece of wisdom to pass on but he just shook his head and left without another word.
"Dad," mom called out softly but he just kept on walking.
"It's okay mom I'm here for you," I said trying to give her some sense of support.
"I know sweetie," she said. "I know. Why do you think he waited until... well after?"
"Maybe he liked the show?"
"Hmm maybe, he always had a dark streak in him. Who knew he was a voyeur too."
"That seems to be genetic," I said and we both laughed.
It was a slow walk to the house and she cried after losing her father a second time. The girls came running after seeing the state mom was in and a group hug ensued. But it was Carol that saved the day with one well placed question.
"Uh Mom, where did you get the rope burns from?"
She and I busted up and the pain was forgotten for a little while at least.
"What," Carol said. "What's so fucking funny?"
Haunting Melody:
My eyes were closed the moment my ass hit the seat and the private jet was all buttoned up for takeoff. I was half asleep when gentle hands put my seatbelt on. The dream began long before we ever taxied to the runway.
Sound, it all began with that first crystal clear note. It was followed by more and varied tones that formed a haunting melody. Certain instruments create a very specific emotional response and this music was dredging up the pain of separation and anguish of behind bars. But just as quickly I was free and running in a wide open space and the dreamscape took shape before me.
I was only six when we went to the mountains on that camping trip. The smell of pine and running water was heavy in the air. The crisp autumnal air bit deep as my dad and I had one of our few bonding moments. Mom had stayed home with the girls and we men were roughing it all alone. The campsite was settled and the fire pit dug and lined with stones like something out of a Rockwell painting. The leaves were well on their way to turning burnt red and bright gold and the little stream that ran near the camp sang as it danced along its serpentine path.
I was free of worry or fear for I was the great and brave explorer. I would wander along the switchback ruts that the clear bright water surged through maintaining a line of sight with my father the entire time. I would stop and turn and wave and he would wave back smiling his perpetual grin.
It was when I turned back to the stream that I saw her. My first thought was of how beautiful she was and so magical. Was it the deep black hair or her elfin features so mischievous and eyes full of secrets no mortal could ever fathom? Maybe it was the way she stood perfectly still like a doe caught in the headlights of a car or one of the primeval trees that lorded over this area? Whatever it was when she beckoned me to follow there was no argument I did so without hesitation or doubt. I wanted to know the secrets in her eyes. I wanted to dance in the hidden paths only she could show me. I wanted it all.
The moment I cross that spring the seasons seemed to reverse themselves and I was suddenly in the eternal spring beneath an elfin moon. Autumn was long gone and the day had fled just as quickly, how strange. Then I heard the music. The woody sounds of hand pipes rang off the rocks and trees. The sawing melody of fiddles and mandolins filled the air. Then there was a crooning voice of such loveliness that I knew it had to be her.
I left the tree line and there in a great open field sat the minstrels of old and the princess who had led me to this place. She stood by the roaring fire and sang words that even though I didn't know the speech they still plucked at my heart strings. Such strong emotions for one so young are perhaps unhealthy for I felt the strength leaving my body. It was as if she was drawing my very soul from my body and another was taking my place. Had she lost a child of her own and now his spirit would reside in my form my shape? What had become of my human soul in that fey place where the elfin moon never sets? Was I really Jon Masters or some changeling sired in the darkling woods of the world's long dead past?
My eyes snapped open and dressed in a fine business suit was a cute brunette with a cascade of dark wavy hair that hit to her lower back. She was carrying a silver tray with an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne. She smiled at me and set down the tray nearby. I guess it was my staring at her exotic features that caused her to blush but I just couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry," I said after a long awkward pause. "I couldn't help but admire your beauty."
"That's quite alright Mr. Masters," she said and even her voice was unique.
I couldn't place her accent anywhere. She handed me the bottle of champagne to open and held up two glasses. I popped the cork and poured and settled the bottle back into the bucket. She handed me a glass and toasted to the future.
"To a prosperous business venture," she said and we touched glasses.
"You haven't told me you name yet," I said after a sip of wine.
"You haven't asked me," she replied with a wicked smile.
"Nick sent you didn't he I can tell."
"Yes as a matter of fact he handpicked me from over two hundred candidates to be your personal assistant."
"You still haven't told me your name," I said.
"You still haven't asked," she said with a smile and a wink.
"Okay, what the hell is your name oh infuriating one?"
"Well Jon, I can call you Jon can't I," she asked and I nodded. "Good, now Jon you must know that my name is not 'Infuriating One' though I will take that as a compliment. It is Melody, Melody Ravenstorm for your information."
"Where are you from Melody Ravenstorm?"
"Where am I not from would be easier," she replied. "My dad was a career marine and I grew up all over the world, literally."
"Okay, that explains your gorgeous voice," I said and she blushed again. "You do a lot of that."
"Sorry, when you grow up on a military base you don't get many compliments. My dad was a bit of a hard ass you might say."
"I am sorry," I said.
"Sorry, I don't understand?"
"You said was I assumed..."
"Oh hell no, that old fart is as strong as two oxen. He'll outlive both of us just out of spite."
I poured another round of champagne and we laughed and got to know one another very well. From time to time she caught me staring at her and she would blush and I would just smile. There was definitely something different about Melody. Her nationality was as unique as her voice and I could pick out several different countries in her features and amazingly they all blended together perfectly.
"So tell me about those mad skills that got you this job," I asked her.
"I think it was more my personality that won over Mr. Shaw than skills but here goes. I speak thirteen languages and read another four that are considered either dead or so esoteric they should be pronounced dead. I have my Masters from Harvard in Law, Linguistics and Business. Oh and I can fly anything from a single prop engine to a Huey gun ship. Speaking off care to join me in the cockpit?"
"Don't you think the pilot might not like it," I asked.
"Nah, I am the pilot."
So after checking on the auto pilot we sat in the pilot's compartment and watched the ever darkening sky. It was my first sunset at thirty thousand feet.
"Wow," I said seeing the clouds igniting with crimsons and golds.
"I forget how pretty it can be," she said. "I've see it so many times. It's kind of nice to see it through someone else's perspective."
"You talk like you're a hundred."
"Hardly," she chuckled. "I just turned eighteen."
"You are shitting me," I cursed shocked at her age. "But three Masters degrees... what the hell is your I.Q.?"
"You sure you want to know, some men find intelligent women threatening."
"The only thing I've ever found threatening is the Yard on a full moon," I told her.
"The Yard, you make it sound like prison," she said and then stopped. "Stupid me... I'm sorry Jon."
"It's ancient history. Besides I have a glorious sunset and the company of a beautiful woman to share it with."
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"You have no idea how lovely you are in my eyes," I said and there went the blush, damn that was so sexy!
She reached over and I took her hand giving it a little squeeze. I looked down and noticed her long delicate fingers with their short painted nails. But I guess it was the ridge of her hand that caught my attention suddenly. I ran my index finger across it and though the skin was soft and supple there was strength to it as well.
"You left out something," I said.
"Huh?"
"You left out martial arts training."
"Nick said not to underestimate you and he was spot on. Did you really think the daughter of a marine general would not have combat training?"
"I guess you'd have to be skilled to fight off all the boys," I replied.
We both laughed and enjoyed the rest of the sunset in perfect silence. The reds turned to blues and then to indigo and at last the flawless black of night fell across the sky. The stars began to poke out and soon the heavens were ablaze with a sea of incandescent points.
"Wow," I whispered.
"You want to fly her," Melody asked.
"What, oh no I'm not sure that's...," I tried to protest but it fell on deaf ears.
"Switching off the autopilot," she said undeterred. "Better grab the controls Jon."
I snatched at the controls and she let go slowly. Then she got up and knelt next to me and started my first lesson on how to pilot an aircraft. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting but her proximity and casual nature soon had me at ease. Melody wouldn't let me crash and before long there was a certain comfort at being in the pilot's seat. I did notice that she seemed to enjoy my reactions to everything. From the sunset to the billion or so stars in the night sky and finally to the simple joy of flying; it all seemed to make her appreciate what she had already, at the tender age of eighteen, taken for granted. Her eyes were green; I suddenly realized her eyes were the most amazing green! Hadn't they been a subtle hazel before?
"Your eyes are green," I told her. "They were hazel."
"Haha you've discovered my closely guarded secret," she laughed. "My eyes change color depending upon my mood. It's not uncommon among people with hazel eyes."
"So give..." I said.
"What," she said the word hanging in the air a half octave higher than her normal voice.
"What does green mean," I asked.
"It means I'm happy is all."
"Do they turn blue?"
"Yep, from a sky blue almost icy in shade to a navy as dark as sunset."
"What do they mean?"
"You are just going to have to figure that out for yourself mister," she said emphatically.
"Black, do they turn black?"
"Yeah, and watch out when they do," her demeanor shifted on a downward note now.
"Hey, I'm sorry I brought it up really. Ask me something... anything."
"What were you dreaming about when I brought in the champagne? It seemed pretty intense."
"Let me ask you something first, do you dream in color or black and white?"
"I take it yours are in color," Melody said.
"Not just color but like high definition with all the senses plugged in. I can smell and taste and it's all very intense."
"So do you want to tell me about it?"
So I launched into my recollection of the dream and its subtle nuances. When I was done she gave me a look that screamed that would have fucked up anyone.
"Identity is very important," she began. "To question it is perfectly human and I know what's behind this dream of yours."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I'm not the only one starting a new career. You are the General Manager of a huge corporation and that has got to be daunting. Is it any wonder you are questioning your identity? But if I have learned anything about Nick it's this, he chose you for your talents and skills. He wouldn't put you in a position he didn't think you couldn't handle. Like he told me trust your gut instincts."
"Yeah, it all makes scary sense now that I add London into the equation. Thanks for listening."
"I didn't list that as one of my assets, I am a great listener," Melody said moving to the pilot's chair.
"How long until we reach London," I asked.
"With this head wind I'd guesstimate another three hours," she said with a smile.
"So what do we do for another three hours," I asked and again she blushed but kept her hands on the controls.
Digger's Canticle:
We landed in London in the depths of the night. There was a car waiting for us sent by Cyan Michaels of all people. Melody and I were taken to an apartment of Cyan's that she used while she was in London. Okay it was more of a manor house than an apartment with a great a great stone exterior and enough acreage to make it nothing short of impressive both inside and out. Our driver, one Charles Dexter Ward, told us on the drive from the airport that Cyan specifically told him to tell us that her home was our home. There was an entire staff on the grounds at all times and we were to want for nothing. I liked her style.
There was already a full wardrobe waiting for us when we set foot inside our assigned rooms. I was informed that breakfast would be served at eight o'clock sharp which left four hours until my next meal. The cook a kindly lady in her fifties snuck both Melody and I a little something to tide us over. After the small meal I walked the back yard listening to the singing of the fountains and the cries of the peacocks. It was nice to be able to stretch my legs after being stuck in a plane for over seven hours.
"Nice night for a walk," said a voice from the darkness.
I turned and if he hadn't spoken I would have walked right passed the elderly man sitting on the grass. He had been so quiet and so still I mistook him for one of the many statues dotting the garden.
"Yes it is," I replied sitting near him on the grass. "My name is Jon..."
"Jon Masters a friend of Lady Cyan, yes I know. She keeps her staff well informed when we have guests. I am Darius Bartholomew Hastings, but everybody just calls me Digger."
"You are the gardener then," I said and he nodded.
"Aye that and the keeper of the family crypt," he replied.
"So you really are a grave digger then," I said with a smile.
"Yep," he said returning my smile. "What brings you to the Old Country Jon Masters? Work? Pleasure? Or maybe it is the singing stones?"
"Work mainly," I admitted. "What are the singing stones Digger?"
"You wear His ring but don't know what they are; this is a turn of events."
"Oh this, it's..." I began but he wasn't done.
"It's the ring of the Sublime Master, that's what that is. Your name maybe Masters but I can tell you this you hail from an older family, older than you may guess."
"What do you know about my family?"
"Much," he said. "I know the Millers left for the New World when they were ordered by the Black Pharaoh to do so. I know that their bloodline is older than kings or queens. My family served the Millers long before they left and even after their lands are safe and attended to."
"This is all new to me," I told him. "I found the corpse of my ancestor in a hidden room beneath our property. My grandfather wanted me to have nothing to do with the Black Pharaoh but that is too late now. If you want to help me tell me what you know."
"I am too old to share everything I know with so little time left but I have prepared the way for you Sir. Listen carefully to what comes next, tomorrow night when the moon rises in the library. Look for His sign and you'll find all the answers and remember old Digger kindly Sir."
The last came as a heavy sigh just before he slumped forward and died. I picked him up and carried him into the house and an ambulance arrived but it was already too late for the old man.
"Poor Digger," the cook said with a frown. "He ain't been so well as of late. But said he had to hold on just a little longer. I can't count the times he said that, just a little longer."
"He said he knew my family," I told her and the EMT overheard me and looked at me strange. "What is it?"
"You said he talked to you sir," the ambulance driver said.
"Yeah, we had a short conversation out on the lawn why?"
"I'm not arguing with you but he's stone cold dead sir. He's been dead for hours that's all."
"But that's not possible," I said and pondered the prospect of speaking with a dead man.
Nyarlathotep! This was his doing somehow. I didn't know how he managed it but he wanted me to get Digger's message about the library. They wheeled the old man out on a gurney and I felt a pang of sorrow and wondered if he had family and how his remains would be attended to.
"Did he have family," I asked the cook.
"Oh yes sir, he has grandkids even. I guess I should give them a call and tell them the news. It won't be a great shock he was an old man after all."
"Well if they need help with the funeral," I offered.
"Oh that is very kind of you, I will pass that along. But I imagine Lady Michaels will take care of that, ooh I better give her a call as well. She'll want to know of his passing too I suspect."
Off she went to gather her thoughts and make phone calls and get ready for the morning meal. I returned to the spot where he had died and found the first light of day had spoiled the moment. It was just freshly mowed grass and nothing more now. Surely he had died after he spoke with me. The other thought was too frightening to even ponder. I don't speak with the dead.
"Jon, are you alright," Melody's voice tore me from the moment.
"Yeah, I just never had someone die like that before. We were just talking and poof he was gone."
"They told me he was ninety six," she added. "I guess he went peaceful so it's not that bad I suppose."
"I guess not," I agreed.
"If I am bothering you..."
"No, I could use some company right about now," I told her desperate for some 'live' exchange. "What do you say to a swim after breakfast? They have a heated indoor pool."
"Sounds like fun," she replied with a smile.
Was I being a horrible person trying to distract myself after the old man's death? I didn't think so. After breakfast I went upstairs and changed into swim trunks and then made my way down to the pool. I arrived before Melody so I decided to dive in and enjoy the water until she showed up. The water felt great and after a lap or two I felt like a new man. I dove to the bottom of the deep end of the pool and then kicked my way to the surface. I wiped the water from my eyes as I treaded water and saw the terry cloth robe laying on one of the chairs nearby.
Suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulders and I was under the water once more. I spun around and grappled with my attacker only to find smooth pliant skin beneath my fingers. She yielded almost instantly to my touch and we both came up at the same time. I was about to apologize for being too hard on her when she pressed her body against mine and kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth and her arms slipped around my neck lovingly. There is something primal about a first kiss. The hunger that is embodied in that single act transcends words or meaning. I pulled her closer and felt her hard nipples against my chest and it dawned on me how much I had missed on the flight over here. It was Melody that broke the kiss but it was a long time in coming.
"I had to do that," she panted. "I had to know how you tasted, I'm sorry."
"Never apologize for something you are not really sorry for," I told her.
"You're right, I'm not sorry for that or this," she said as she dove down and tugged my trunks from me. "It's only fair," she said when she broke the surface again.
"Why you naughty little thing you," I scolded her mockingly. "My junk is all hanging out now."
"MMMMMMMMMMM yes it is," she purred. "Maybe we should do something about that."
"I am open to suggestions," I told her as I pulled her into another deep kiss.
Okay so the second kiss is pretty damn good too and the one after that and so on. As I pressed her back against the side of the pool my watch lit up and Umbra stood above us with a wry smile on her face.
"Master Nick wishes to speak with you sir," she informed me.
"What now?"
"Yes now," replied his hologram that stood next to Umbra now. "I see you two hit it off swimmingly well, excellent!"
Melody swam behind me blushing furiously now. I smiled up at my boss and gave him a little wave.
"So what's on your mind," I asked.
"Not the same that's on yours that's obvious," he laughed. "You are scheduled to meet with the plant manager and his staff on Monday I want you to make it an all day thing if you can."
"Sure what do you need me to do?"
"I want you to do a complete shakedown and tell me what you find. I have some reports on my desk and they are kind of spotty on the rush that was done getting the plant converted over to our use. Can you talk to the workers and maybe get some feedback from them?"
"Can do, I was sort of planning on doing that anyway. Spend a few days seeing how everything works and get their opinion on things."
"See this is why I hired this guy," he said addressing Melody. "And you young lady you take good care of him."
"Oh I will Mr. Shaw."
"Please it's Nick, you two have fun. Gotta go... take care."
"Bye Nick," we replied in unison.
"Do you require anything else Sir," Umbra asked.
"Nope, wait... can you do some research on a local landmark for me? They are called the Singing Stones that's all I know."
"Will do sir, I'll send whatever I find to your lenses," she said and poof was gone.
"Who is she," Melody asked a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"That was Umbra, she is an A.I. that is located in my watch."
"Wait a second; you have an artificial intelligence in your watch?"
"Didn't Nick brief you on what his company makes?"
"No, I was just hired on as your personal assistant and what's with the reference to your 'lenses'?"
"Is this a talk that can wait," I asked kissing her neck, "until after...?"
"UH HUH," she moaned. "But um Jon be gentle okay... this is my first time."
"No shit," the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"Yeah... no shit," she said kissing my neck now. "My dad scared off all the other guys."
"I'm not scared of your dad," I told her.
"Really?"
"Yeah he's way over there somewhere and I've got you all to my lonesome."
"My hero," she moaned.
I sat on the edge of the deck chair and Melody was sitting on my lap. I could feel her shaking as I kissed my way down from her neck to her erect nipples. She made little noises as I slowly captured a nipple and began to tease and suckle it. I felt her hands move down and wrap around the length of me and begin stroking.
"You are so hard... do you like this Jon," she asked as she double stroked the shaft of my cock.
"UH HUH," I moaned as I lightly bit her nipple.
"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS that feels nice," she purred.
"Are you ready," I asked and she bit her lip in that sexy coy way that women have and nodded. "How do you want to do this?"
"I want you on top of me, I want to feel your strong body as you make love to me," she said.
"Okay," I said and easily lifted up her five foot frame and set her gently down on the chair. "Lie back and enjoy."
I once more sat at the end of the deck chair and scooted until the tip of my cock brushed against her clam shaped pussy. She took me in hand and rubbed the head until it slipped inside of her. Melody let out a long low moan as I slid the rest inside of her. I stopped long enough for her to adjust and with a nod from her I began to move in and out of her slick tightness. Soon her eyes were half closed and she was panting in time with my thrusts.
"Harder," she moaned softly. "You can... oh god yes... that's it!"
A new rhythm was developed as I moved my hips into her in quick short jabs now. She had the cutest fuck faces I had ever seen. I moved a little faster now sensing her needs before she could actually say them and I was rewarded each time with a nod and a whole new series of sounds from her.
"UH HUH... deeper... just a little... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Her first orgasm was so intense her pussy almost squeezed me out when she came. I ground my cock deep inside of her as she came and when she could breath she smiled up at me and nodded.
"Ready for round two," I asked and her brilliant smile was all I needed.
I eased out of her and we placed her robe down on the chair to cushion her knees as I took her from behind now. I teased her with the head just a bit before I slid back into her. This time I was rewarded with a low animalistic grunt from Melody. I guess getting fucked was eroding her prim and proper exterior. I grabbed her by the hips and moved slowly but soon she was thrusting back to meet my hips now. The wet slapping sound of our bodies echoed loudly in the swimming pool.
"UNNNN UNNNNN UNNNN UNNNNN god that feels so damn good," she moaned.
It was time to test the waters so to speak. I let go with one of my hands and hauled off and gave her ass a decent swat and her moan that followed told me volumes. Deep down the general's daughter was an animal waiting to be set free. Another harder swat confirmed it as she looked over her shoulder at me with unadulterated lust in her eyes. Now let's ratchet it up a notch shall we, I thought. I leaned forward and grabbed Melody by her shoulders for leverage now. Hold on kids it's gonna be a bumpy ride! I began to thrust harder and harder into her tight wet cunt now. I yanked on her shoulders as I rammed my hips forward and her cries of pleasure rang loudly in my ears.
"OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Fuck ME... drive that fat cock of yours into my pussy!"
Yep she was a freak in hiding. The harder I fucked her the more she loved it. I think it was time to set her free. I pulled out of her and lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall and eased into her once more. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist and the fun began. I grabbed her by her ass cheeks and bent my knees slightly and hammered her pussy as hard as I could. There was no way the entire house didn't hear what was going on. I felt her pussy start to spasm and knew she was seconds away. I stood up and moved her away from the wall and was now letting gravity do half the work. The third time her pussy dropped down onto my cock she literally screamed as she came.
I let her sit there completely impaled and quiver all she wanted. She clung to me like a fly pinned to a corkboard.
"You... you haven't come yet," she moaned.
"Where do you want me to...," I left the rest unsaid.
"Where do you want to," she asked dutifully.
"I want you to get on your knees and suck me off," I told her.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM okay," she was purring now and very eager to please.
I bent my knees and the moment her feet struck the floor she was on her knees and had my cock in her firm grasp. Melody lowered her head and I felt her breath on me. Then her tongue snaked out and flicker over my sensitive flesh. I gazed down and saw that her eyes were now an emerald green. So now I knew what to look for when she was aroused. Inch by sensuous inch she took me into her mouth and down her throat. She couldn't take it all but enough to make me a happy man. She moved her head up and down now licking and sucking for all she was worth. What she lacked in talent she more than made up for in desire.
"Damn girl that feels amazing," I told her and her eyes lit up.
She tried to take more down her throat but she began to gag. This however didn't stop her, slowed her down a bit but not stop her desire to deepthroat me. I suspected she had sucked cock before but not enough to learn how to control her gag reflex. Bit by bit she got a little more then a little more until she managed to get her lips to touch the base.
"Now that is determination," I said and held off saying that her dad would've been proud.
Melody closed her eyes and began to slowly deepthroat the entire length and I had been fighting coming for a while now. I thought I should caution her but I guess the swelling of my cock was warning enough. She backed off until only her lips were around the tip and then she stroked me fast and hard until it was me screaming as I came. Melody swallowed every last drop and even licked me clean for good measure.
"Tasty," she said licking her lips.
"I wasn't sure there at the end," I admitted.
"You mean whether or not I spit or swallowed?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Aren't you glad I swallow," she said grinning fiercely.
"Yes I am."
"I see fun times ahead with me hiding beneath your desk sucking you off right there in your office."
"Damn Melody, what have I woken up inside of you?"
"Just you wait and see."
