P01E17

I didn’t need Howard to tell me about the finishing touch of this. As I felt the first gushes running through the piping below, I stood up from the couch and leaned across Marcy. When the spurts started bursting, I aimed my dick over her butt, and let the long spouts of white spunk shoot across the full width of her buttocks, slightly changing aim with each one, to cover as much of the butt surface as possible. I looked down while shooting, and admired the long, white squirts of pristine semen which covered her ass, like fresh snow before it was trampled, contrasting sharply with the marks of the whippings which were gradually turning purple by now.

As the subsequent shots were waning and losing their power, Marcy reacted. In a swift move, she got off the table to kneel at the floor, and gulped up my penis as the diminishing convulsions of it squeezed the last drops of spunk out. She took it deep in her throat and ingurgitated frantically, as if she wanted to suck every last drop of semen out of it.

Howard immediately intervened. He rushed over, grabbed her hair in a full hand, and pulled her back from me by her hair. She wailed and whined, but didn’t resist when he pulled her head by the hair, backwards, making her look up at him as he leaned forward so he towered over her, and gave her two fierce slaps across her cheeks as he shouted out: “That was NOT your shot, slut! I’ll tell you when you can have a guzzle of his load, and I didn’t tell you now! Shame on you, don’t you have any self-control? Didn’t you learn ANYTHING in this house? “

Marcy had started sobbing under his rebuke. He pulled her head backwards by the hair, so she had to look up to him as the tears sprung from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. But his anger didn’t relent, and he yelled: “Now get back on that table, and daub it!”

Still sobbing, she complied. Seconds later, she was back in the lily, her ass stuck up high in the air and her cheek on the tabletop; but this time, she reached with her hands behind her, towards her ass. As I watched fascinated, she started smearing my spunk across her buttocks. She did it very mindfully, with the fingers of both hands, as if it was a salve. Despite being my second of the day, it had been a large shot, and there was enough of it to cover her buttocks hip to hip, from her thighs to her waist. Her skin glistened up as she carefully coated her entire butt in a thin layer of my jizz. She didn’t forget to spread her ass cleft with both hands and apply quite a bit in it as well, running her finger down the length of it a few times.

When she was finished, her sobbing had stopped. She had closed her eyes, and her face looked peaceful and gratified as she offered up her ass for our examination, shining in a soft glossy sheen, wiggling it in an almost unnoticeable manner. Howard and I just sat back and enjoyed the view quietly. I felt satisfied and relaxed, as if I had done a good deed somehow. I suddenly realized that I was watching the naked ass of a pretty girl, exposed in a more appealing way than most porn movies, but that I was completely unhornified by that for the first time in my life.

I said to Howard: “So… what now? “

“Nothing. We wait until it absorbs,” he said.

I nodded. We sat there in silence, gently sipping our drinks, watching as the sperm slowly dried up and got absorbed by the skin. The gloss waned as it did, but it didn’t disappear completely, leaving a slight glint even when the skin had gone dry. The atmosphere of tranquility and peace became even stronger. It felt fraternizing, as if the three of us had accomplished a hard task and were now enjoying the fruits of our labor. I couldn’t help notice that even as her buttocks were drying up, her pussy absolutely wasn’t. Clearly visible below and between the ass cheeks by her exposed posture, the pink slit remained wet and moist. A drop formed, and hesitated before starting a run down her thigh. Then another, and a third. She was clearly not experiencing the hot frenzy of steaming lust now, yet her hornification didn’t decline; it had just turned inwards and hushed, like a still introspection.

I don’t know exactly how long we sat there, it must have been like half an hour. Finally, Howard put down his glass and said: “Good. Dinner time.”

His words were a command to Marcy, and she slipped off the table and crawled to the kitchen. Howard got up and poured two glasses of wine as she occupied herself with preparing our meal. As he handed me one, he asked: “So, tell me. Did you decide yet which university you’re going to when you graduate this summer? “

I shook my head: “No. I don’t even know what subject to study.”

“Yes, it is hard to pick, right? So many interesting things to scrutinize… “

“Erm… yeah.” I didn’t tell him that I had the opposite problem: I couldn’t imagine any subject which would keep my attention focussed for like five years.

“Well, I should point out that we have an excellent faculty for social studies in town here… So if you’re interested in those, you might consider it.”

I didn’t care a rat’s ass about social studies; I think he even knew that. But it didn’t take me a full second to realize the implication. If I’d study at this faculty, I’d be living in this city… not 700 miles away. And if my uncle would allow it… I’d be able to see a lot more of Marcy! Or… was I jumping to conclusions, seeing things that weren’t there?

Howard continued: “And yeah, I realize your parents aren’t very wealthy, and that the cost of living here is much higher than in your parts… but I might help with that, you know. For example, you wouldn’t need to rent a room, you could just live here, at the ranch. Marcy and I would be delighted to provide you with free housing as a way to contribute to the education of a promising young relative such as yourself, you know.“

I wasn’t jumping anywhere. The offer was there, right behind a story which would sound perfectly plausible to my parent’s ears. Not for a vacation, not just a few days. Come live here, and take your place in the lubricious, prurient world I have created… enjoy the pleasures of Marcy’s opulent body and perverted submission every day. Did it matter much if I had to study some boring social stuff in the daytime, if I could delight in all these delicious pleasures with this wonderful creature at night?

I smiled a broad smile to him: “Yes, uncle. I have always been interested in these social studies, and I heard a lot of good stuff about that professor teaching here… what’s his name again...”

“Exactly. He is amongst the first in his field.” The way he said it, he made sure that I realized he had no idea which scientific genius ran the faculty and wouldn’t know the professor of social studies if he stumbled across him in the street. We understood each other.