Quaranteam Se Team Davies Ch 11

Quaranteam: Southeast - Team Davies

By 2charlie

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Chapter 11

All Characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are over the age of 18.

****Gainesville, FL - 1900, Tuesday, August 11, 2020****

Barney the Rottie was a hit with the kids. The minute he scrambled into the house at the end of his leash, Jan called the children to the kitchen. As soon as all five were present, she introduced them to the newest member of the team. "Kids, this is Barney. He's a Rottweiler puppy, about eight months old. We've adopted him to help protect the house, but he's part of the family now. I want each of you to come up to him and hold out your palm to him like this," and she held her hand out, palm up, just below Barney's nose so he could smell her. After he sniffed her hand and licked it, she scratched his ears, before turning back to the kids. "Letting a dog sniff your hand is a polite way to introduce yourself. Take it very slowly so that you don't spook him, now."

When she nodded to Sean, he stepped forward very seriously, extending his hand as she'd demonstrated, and let Barney give him a good sniff. Afterward, he petted the pup, then stepped back to make room for the next in line.

Ellie was next, followed by Trent, then Emma, and last came Noah. All of the children were excited at the new puppy, so Jan carefully unhooked the leash from Barney's collar and turned to the kids. "Okay, listen up - Barney's new to this house, so he may want to explore. It's okay to play with him, but no roughhousing. And don't try to make him mean - he's to be your guardian, not some mangy cur to be taunted." Giving them each a hard stare, she waited until they all indicated they understood before continuing. "If he starts sniffing around a lot, let me know. He might need to go out for a walk. Understood?"

Following a chorus of "Yes, ma'am", she let go of Barney's collar, and the dog was off, playfully running around and amongst the group of laughing children. Turning to the refrigerator, Jan added a note on the weekly calendar to 'Start Obedience Training with Barney'. For now, she put it in the Wednesday slot, given that Scouts usually occupied Tuesdays or Thursdays. Sometimes, she wished for more days...

Ava walked in from the pantry just then, carrying three family-size boxes of Rice-a-Roni over to the countertop near the stove, where Debra was busy shredding a half-dozen large chicken breasts that she'd boiled earlier. Looking to see where he could assist, Miles went to the cabinet and started to count out plates and utensils for everyone, ruefully noting that there were now a dozen mouths to feed at each meal. He paused for a moment to consider the impact on mealtime and cleanup logistics - the option to get a larger anything right now was off the table, so he'd have to give thought to how to scale capacities out instead of up.

Sophia chose that moment to walk up and pinch his ass, bringing him back to the present. "Mom called. Says she's looking forward to the barbecue this Saturday. Something you were planning to mention, perhaps?" she asked him, with one eyebrow arched as she pretended to be aggravated with him.

Smiling at her cheekiness, he bent down slightly to kiss her. "I'm sorry, dear. I assumed you were in the loop. Your mother and her team will come by Saturday afternoon for a barbecue dinner we are hosting." Turning away, he went to the formal dining room and began setting places there for the adults, then returned to the kitchen to set the table there for five, substituting smaller plates for Trent and the twins, as they tended to eat smaller portions.

Dinner went well. The kids all liked Chicken Rice-a-Roni, as did Barney. The pup found that, if he sat and gave Emma his big sad-eye stare, she'd give him bites of chicken. On several occasions, one adult or another happened to be looking that way or was passing through the kitchen and needed to remind the children not to feed Barney from the table. Many times, the women looked to Miles for support, but his attention was elsewhere. His mind was already working on ideas about how to handle the upcoming Town Hall, assuming it happened.

After the fourth incident involving Barney, Penny took matters into her own hands. Finished with her meal, she took her dishes into the kitchen to give them a quick rinse, then stacked them in the sink. Turning to address the children, she asked them to give her their attention. "You've all been told not to feed the dog table scraps, and yet it keeps happening. That stops now. As a reminder, you all get to wash the dinner dishes by hand. Beginning with yours. Please muck off your plates into the trash, then begin washing them. Sean, Ellie, as the oldest, please show the others how this works, and make sure you wash and dry all of the dinner plates and utensils."

"But, we're too little to do that!" little Emma protested, whining as she did.

"Not in this house, you're not," Penny told her sternly. "Plus, you were the one feeding Barney the most, so the other kids are getting extra chores because of your disobedience. No more back talk, now. Rules exist for a reason, and actions always have consequences. Please do as you've been told."

Penny turned to walk away, brushing her hand through Ellie's hair as she went. As she left the room, she heard Sean and Ellie take charge over the groans from the younger children, and smiled to herself, glad for the values that had been instilled into them.

Moving to stand behind Miles, she began giving his shoulders a massage, gently bringing his attention back to the table. As soon as he reached up to pat her hand, she stopped, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "If you have a few minutes, I'd like to have a word with you, dear."

'Oh shit,' he thought to himself, "I'm in trouble for something."

****

Having followed Penny to the Outhouse, Miles was curious about what she had in mind as she led him upstairs. He was enjoying watching the slow sway of her backside when he noticed Penny doing something on her cell phone before she put it away. At the top of the stairs, she paused to look at him. Putting her finger to her lips, she shushed him, then told him in a firm voice, "Go in there," she pointed toward the first bedroom, "remove your clothes, and lay face down on the bed. I will be with you shortly." Waiting for a moment to ensure he followed her directions, she then turned and went into the bathroom.

As he started to remove his clothing, Miles heard a faucet running in the bathroom. Curious at what she was doing, he nevertheless did as she'd instructed, carefully folding his clothes and placing them in a stack on the nearby dresser. Having stripped naked, he climbed onto the bed and lay face down in the middle, awaiting whatever Penny had planned for him.

Next door, the toilet flushed, the faucet turned off a moment later, and he heard the bathroom door open, then close again. He heard something being set on the nightstand next to the bed, and then he heard the sound of a lighter being ignited. Miles saw the flickering glow of a candle, understanding that Penny was lighting the aromatic candles in the room. He heard her set the lighter down and then heard soothing tones issuing from her phone. She must have started some sort of relaxing playlist, he surmised, feeling the mattress shift beneath her weight as she joined him on the bed.

Working gently, Penny pulled the pillow from under his head, tossing it off to one side before doing the same with the other pillow. Immediately thereafter, he felt her straddle him, sitting lightly on his lower back before her hands made contact with both sides of his head. Tugging at him softly, she directed him to straighten his head and tilt it slightly, then she began to gently massage his head, rubbing her thumbs in little circles and spiraling out from his temples, eventually working her way through his hair, then down his neck. Stopping for something, he heard a few odd noises that he could not identify at first until he heard her rubbing her hands together when he understood that she must have opened and applied oil to them.

He sighed as he felt her hands begin to apply the warm oil to his shoulders, her fingers working on the knots there. Slowly, as she worked her magic on him, he felt the muscles in his shoulders and upper back begin to relax. Methodically, Penny worked her way down his back, eventually scooting herself down a bit so she could dig into the tension in his lower back and glutes. Turning completely around, she began to work on his calves, kneading the stress from them as she worked her way up his legs slowly, abolishing all tension from his legs before once again reaching his glutes, where she chose to stop her massage.

Hearing him let out a long sigh filled with relief, she shifted off of him and coaxed him to roll onto his back. As he did so, his cock, half-inflated, flopped onto his abs with a plop. Ignoring it, she once again straddled him, still facing his feet, as she resumed the massage, this time working her way up the front side of his legs. Lying beneath her, Miles was fascinated with the sway of her hips and the ripple of the muscles in her back and shoulders as she worked on him. Without volition, his cock began to inflate, swelling to fullness in a matter of minutes, but Penny chose to ignore this.

Watching her ass was getting to him. To distract himself, Miles picked up the bottle of oil - it was a light oil, and after careful examination, he confirmed that it was non-toxic. Popping the lid open, he thoroughly coated his thumb with oil, then set the bottle down as he reached for Penny's posterior. Grasping a cheek with his left hand, he carefully placed his right thumb upon her rosebud, gently massaging the crinkled entrance with his slick digit.

Penny paused for a moment, looking back over her shoulder at him, then returned to working on his thighs. He continued to play with her anus, fascinated with the way he could slip his thumb into her if he was gentle, work it around just a bit, then slip it back out again. Right after he repeated this for a third time, Penny paused once again, then scooted her ass toward him by about a foot as she reached back for the bottle, applying more oil to her hands, before closing it and setting it down on the bed.

Miles was moving his thumb back to her starfish once more when her oily hands gripped hold of his manhood, drawing forth a gasp of pleasure from him. Slowly, she began to wring her hands around his cock, twisting them back and forth as she moved them leisurely up and down, carefully covering him in oil as she massaged his throbbing prick.

After only a few moments, she rose up onto her knees and shuffled away from him, moving downward until she was able to grab him and place the tip of his cock against her rear entrance. Taking her time, she rubbed his cockhead in tiny circles around her rubbery orifice, until she slowly lowered herself - just a bit, at first - pushing the head into her, until it was in with a pop. Once the head was fully in her, she began to steadily lower herself onto him, pausing for a moment to adjust, before continuing. Before very long, she was resting her beautiful ass cheeks on him, having taken him to the root.

Sitting there, his cock buried in her back door, she began to flex her sphincter, gripping and releasing her vice-like grip upon him. Very slowly at first, she began humping on him. Lifting herself up ever so slightly, then lowering herself back down. Again, up slowly, then back down. Soon, she began to lift herself higher, only to drop back down hard with an audible "Oof!", and then do it again. Over and over, gradually increasing the stroke length until she was almost pulling off of him, she fucked herself on him, pleasuring them both wordlessly.

It was then that Miles noticed her watching him in the mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed. He'd not noticed her reflection in it before, being so transfixed by the sight of her glorious backside. Finally seeing her watching him, he smiled, enjoying the sight of her wicked grin as she gave him as much pleasure as she was receiving. Reaching his arms up to support her, he suggested to her, "Shift your legs so that they're out in front of you. I want to roll us over."

Smiling at him in the mirror, she leaned back on him and shifted her legs, slowly, to not dislodge him in the process. As soon as her legs were extended atop of his, he eased her back to lay upon his chest, then twisted his body to roll them both over, ending up on top of her in a prone position. Lying there for a moment, he inhaled her aroma, enjoying the scent of her hair. Slowly, Miles began to withdraw from her tight rear, then pistoned back into her.

"Ooooh, that feels good, dear. A little harder would be nice," she cooed to him from over her shoulder.

With a slight grunt, Miles lifted himself into a plank, resting his upper body weight on his elbows as he began to work his hips a bit faster, fucking himself into Penny's backdoor with increased vigor as requested. "Better?" he asked her, still hesitant to go too fast for fear of hurting her.

"Mmmmmm, a bit harder would be nice," she purred, as she reached her hand down beneath herself to play with her clit.

Bringing his knees up and out slightly to give himself better leverage, Miles began to stroke into Penny's ass in earnest, enjoying the feel of her anal orifice hugging his shaft so tightly, yet so slick.

This started to produce the desired results for Penny. She began letting out moans, each one slightly louder than the last, bumping her ass backward to increase their collision with each stroke. After a few more moments, she let out a breath in frustration. "Dammit, Miles, FUCK. MY. ASS. I'm not fragile! Give it to m-... oh! Ooh! Oohhh, yesssss!"

At her urging, Miles kicked it into high gear, rearing back and beginning to genuinely assault her rear passage, enjoying the double slap of her ass cheeks rebounding with each collision as his hips battered her from behind. "Is this better, dear? Am I pounding your ass hard enough? If not, let me know, and I'll fuck you through this mattress!" He banged her just a bit harder with that last, forcing her to emit a series of grunts as she absorbed his punishing thrusts, eyes clenched shut as she neared her peak.

Feeling his desires amp up with this renewed pace, Miles picked up the tempo one last notch, pounding into Penny with gusto, excited by hearing her crying out "Ah! Ah! Ah!" as he pistoned into her over and over.

Finally, as his climax exploded forth, he drove himself into her as deeply as possible. Leaning down, he clamped his mouth onto her shoulder, biting her while sucking at her neck, as she screamed and joined him in orgasm. Her entire body arched and bucked beneath him, shuddering through multiple convulsions, as he erupted within her over and over. After at least a dozen powerful emissions, he felt himself relax, though he did not soften immediately. Relaxing a tad, he lowered himself to lie upon her back, using his knees and forearms to absorb some of his weight so he wasn't crushing her.

They lay there for some time, as their panting eventually slowed to something more akin to normal breathing. After a few minutes of silence, Miles stirred at last, nibbling on her neck, while asking her, "So, what brought this on?"

Grinning to herself as she enjoyed his aftercare attention, she moaned softly, before responding, "I should be starting my cycle tomorrow or the next day and wanted to get in something a little extra beforehand, just to let you know how deeply I love you."

He could see a tear forming in the corner of her eye and leaned in closer to kiss it away. Inadvertently, as he did so, he accidentally drove his still-hard cock fully into her ass again, eliciting a deep moan from her.

"Oooohhh, you'd better stop now, sailor, or I'll make you do it all again...." she moaned, laying her head down on her crossed arms and tilting her hips up at him.

Smiling to himself, knowing his refractory interval had dramatically shortened over the last two weeks, he was starting to pick up the pace for round two when she raised her head. "Miles," she said softly, a touch of regret in her voice, "we really should stop and get cleaned up. I told the girls earlier that I was planning a surprise for you, but promised to get you to bed early, so you could be fresh tomorrow for the Town Hall prep." He looked like he wanted to protest, but she gave him a stern look, then said, "Okay, slowly now, off. Easy... okay. Now, please hand me that washcloth on the nightstand, and then go start the shower. I'll see you in a minute!"

Taking the washcloth he handed to her, she reached back to stop the mess in her ass from leaking out, as she leaned over to kiss him, then shooed him away.

Turning, he left the bedroom and entered the bathroom, reaching into the stall to turn on the water. The tankless heating system made the water nice and warm almost instantly. As he stepped into the shower, Penny walked quickly behind him, stepping into the crapper closet to relieve herself of their mess. Miles grinned when she flushed, as the water pressure and temperature in the shower remained unaffected. He was truly pleased with how things had turned out with his experimental residence.

Joining him in the shower, he felt her arms envelop him as he turned to face her. Staring deeply into Penny's eyes, he mirrored her smile for a moment, then leaned forward, engaging her in a deep kiss.

Pushing Miles back from her, she grabbed the soap and began to wash him, getting him nice and fresh, then allowed him to do the same for her, avoiding getting her hair wet before bed. Once they were both clean, she bade him to shut off the water. Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, then handed one to Miles so he could dry himself off as she went to get dressed.

Back in the house, they arrived just in time for the nightly hugs-and-kisses ritual with the kids before they all went to bed. As soon as the children had scampered off to bed, Jan grabbed the leash and called for Barney, who came to her eagerly, tail wagging in excitement. Clipping the leash onto his collar, she motioned to Miles to join her and took the dog out through the front door. Miles stepped into his den and grabbed a small flashlight as well as a handgun from his desk, tucking them into his pockets, then followed Jan outside, closing the door behind them.

The private driveway was lit by solar-powered lights that Miles had installed years before, with no bright streetlights to illuminate the area. Miles pulled out the flashlight, activating the red illumination to preserve his night vision, and lit the way for Jan and Barney.

"I take it you enjoyed Penny's surprise?" Jan asked, her naughty smile firmly in place as she glanced at Miles, letting the dog lead her down the quarter-mile driveway.

Miles shook his head - what's with these women? They must communicate telepathically! "Very much, yes. It was a nice diversion - her way of getting me out of my head. I guess I've got a bit on my mind, lately."

"That's understandable. You're being asked to put theory into practice on a massive scale in less than optimal conditions, with thousands of Teams here in Gainesville who are depending on you to get this right. No pressure," she stated ironically, waiting as Barney sniffed with interest at a particular bush, before moving on down the driveway a bit.