May & Deke Chapter 7 Vere Isle: Command Performance
Jim, Barbara, May and Deke, fresh from their group water play in the outdoor shower, forsake any idea of clothing and head inside to prepare dinner in the smallish galley, where the four cooks can't help making this a contact sport. With Wild Turkey for the guys, Scotch and soda for May, Barb becomes a lone striker for sobriety and has a glass of white wine.
Waiting for the several pots to boil, Deke and Barbara pick some mood music and toss the salad greens, while Jim and May husk the corn and set the picnic table on the deck. The work is done, intermixed with full measures of fun and frolic—be they slaps, tickles, feels, or diddles.
"What a great time we are having!" May extols, to which all raise their glasses in a resounding "Hear, Hear!"
"And here's to our Captain and his First Mate," Deke offers, " Long may they swing and sway!"
Jim acknowledges the toast from their new friends and proposes another round of drinks to go with the steamed clams and spinach salad. Barb brings on the melted butter and declares she is ready for a Scotch.
After their 15-minute boil the lobsters are succulent, and corn on the cob vies with ripple chips for space on the groaning board.
All hands agree that their leavings will compose a delicious Wednesday luncheon, and the revelers don their scullery toques for clean-up duties. After the last pot is walloped, they drift back into leisure and repose, taking in hand cups of Kahlua and coffee with whipped cream and the erectile tips of their playmates of the evening.
Deke chooses to decorate Barbara's opulent rack with two stiff peaks of whipped cream, then responds entertainingly to her demand that he finish all of his dessert.
"And, by the way," Barb inquires of the lip-smacking professor, "why have you been calling me 'Barbara Allen' all afternoon?"
"O, that's out of the Scottish folk ballad of the 17
th
Century:
In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin',
Made every youth cry Well-a-day!
Her name was Barbara Allen."
"Good grief, Deke, can't you bring us forward a century or three?" says Jim, popping his head up over May's bare shoulder.
"Hmmm... Well, here's something Irish from my arrested boyhood:
[in dubious brogue]
Won't you hold it in your hand, Mrs. Conley?
It doesn't weigh a quarter of a pound;
It has feathers 'round its neck—like a turkey—
And it spits when you rub it up and down."
"You are such a nut!" Barb pronounces, grasping the barrel of Deke's dick, "You've got some steam to let off!" And she drags him willingly down the hall to the guest bedroom.
Alone with May in the evening twilight, Jim finds the strains of soft instrumentals on the stereo to be compellingly romantic; and after a lengthy kiss he confesses, "Dad told me you like to dance and that I should ask you. Would you like to?"
"Well, isn't he the cagey one to suggest that to you?" May parries.
"Why do you say that, May?"
"Well, you remember we all were nude for the Saturday evening meal; but it was after you and Barb left that Deke and I started dancing. Knowing that your dad was watching, I discovered that I enjoyed showing off for him; and before long, he and I danced together. With his wonderful big cock pressed against me, I got so turned on that I insisted both men take me to bed!"
"And that was okay with Deke?"
"Deke is very generous that way because he knows we can't be together for long periods of time. You know, he's very anxious for you to fuck me. It turns him on.
"But, the reason I say Bear is cagey, is because he suggested that you and I dance together. To me, that means he wants you to fuck me, which is quite a relief to me. I didn't want to cause hard feelings between father and son. So what say, sexy – let's dance. I've got something hot to tell you.
"You know, you are the catalyst in this mix: you're the one that suggested that we skinny dip that afternoon. What were you thinking, Jim?"
" I was thinking, May," he repeats seductively gripping her closer, "that you were terribly hot. In that sexy sundress your luscious muscular bare legs drove me wild. I had to see more. I had to take a chance," Jim adds, sweeping his left hand lovingly between her lush thighs to cup her very wet cunt. "And later on, when you spread for Barb and me, we knew we wanted you join us on the island. Deke's message that you were on the way has had me turning handsprings!"
"It did, did it? Well then, I think I should do some spread eagles for you. How about dancing me to bed?"
In the master bedroom Jim points the remote at the stereo; and, as soft new age rhythms thrum in the background, they continue to dance. Both of Jim's hands grasp May's ass, and her arms clasp his neck. They kiss tenderly, at first, and then more urgently. Jim's thick prong throbs as it grinds gently between them.
Closing her eyes in Jim's manly embrace, May's whole body begins to undulate to the primal rhythms. The friction of skin on skin increases their excitement. May, hands reaching alternately over her head, leans back in a semi-backbend from the waist to present her tantalizing tits for his inspection. Moving one hand from her ass to her upper back, he swoops to suck one of her hardened dime-size nipples at the center of its large pink areola. He uses his teeth and tongue to nibble the teat, causing May to worry that he will bite too hard; but he never does. He just drives her crazy with his edgy stimulation of first one, then the other.
Jim brings May to an upright position; and, holding one of her hands high as in a minuet, he gently leads her in a circle around him. Their eyes engage. On parade, she flushes, swings her ass and swivels her hips in graceful cadence with the music—her body language signaling her intention to thoroughly fuck her patron. He is well pleased, and returning her to face him, he quietly commands, "Kneel."
