A Trip to The Thompsons

I opened up my rideshare app and put in Doctor Thompson’s address as my destination. Outside the apartment, I waited for a small white sedan to pull it up and hopped into the front seat. I greeted my driver and heard faint bodily noises coming from the backseat. A man and a woman were engaged in coitus, the man lying on top of her in a missionary position; her legs apart, one of them dangling over the seat, her skirt lifted and panties parted. I ignored this and looked back onto the road.

I came upon a small country house in a suburb and rang the bell. No one was home apparently. I sat out on the front porch with my phone out giving Doctor Thompson a call, her phone number written on the back of the business card she gave me.

“Hi, Doctor Thompson are you at work?”

“No, I’m not in today, it’s Saturday. Who is this? “

“Oh, it’s James. James Jacobs, the patient from yesterday. I was in the neighborhood and I wanted to take you up on your offer to meet your daughter.”

“Mr. Jacobs, how are you. James? Can I call you that? You can call me Eleanor by the way. My husband and I were just buying lunch and new clothes for our daughter. We’ll back in a short while dear.”

“Okay great, see you soon.” I hung up the phone.

I waited on the porch. I noticed a delivery driver came and pulled up to the neighbors’ house. A butch delivery woman came out and up towards the neighbor’s door and rang the bell. I stared curiously at her. A tall grey-streaked red-haired man in his 50s came out and signed for the package. The delivery woman smiled, made conversation and promptly went on her knees and blew the red-haired man. The red-haired man noticed me watching and smiled and wave neighborly. I decided to look the other way, feeling a bit awkward.

Thirty minutes passed while I waited. I checked the time. It was around noon. I was watching documentaries on the early implementation of free use in various countries on my phone, and then a dark car pulled up to the driveway. In the driver seat sat a balding short man with glasses, a buzz-cut of dark brown hair and a white polo. In the passenger seat, the lovely Doctor Eleanor Thompson seemed to look even better out of her uniform, wearing a lovely white sundress with flowers on it. She was engaged in a conversation with her husband, both of them smiling like newlyweds. Coming out of the backseat, a diaphanous young woman with long wavy red hair and doe green eyes in a red tank top and jeans. Something occurred to me as she stepped out, it was the first time I saw an adult female with jeans on while I was here, most wore skirts, dresses or yoga and track pants for logistical reasons I would presume. She was a nubile and breathtaking sight. She carried much of her mother’s good looks but was much younger and had a paler complexion with freckles covering her skin.

“James, how are you. This is Michael, my husband,” Eleanor said as she introduced me to her husband. Michael Thompson smiled warmly and shook my hands.

“So you’re the big mouth who said I had a small dick huh,” Michael said with a warm smile. I didn’t know if he was serious or not.

I stared at him blankly. My first emotion when seeing his wife and daughter was to bend them over the hood of the car and take them there, but now in person with their husband and father here at their home, it didn’t seem polite somehow.

“Oh, let that go, Mike, come inside with us James, have you had lunch? This deli we go to has the best sandwiches, do you like pastrami?” Michael, Mr. Thompson, patted my shoulder as he unlocked the door and went inside the house.

Eleanor stood in the doorway and said, “Comon Elizabeth, get your ass in here.” The young daughter was slouched against the car on her phone. She rolled her eyes and walked over and past me. She didn’t fill out her jeans and tank top as well as her mother probably could, but there was certainly bounce to her step.

Now that I was here I was more nervous than I expected. These were strangers after all. I still hadn’t got used to it. I thought about asking to bend them, the two lovely female Thompson’s, over there, but the words couldn’t come out.

“This is Elizabeth, by the way. My daughter, I was telling you about.”

“Hi I’m James.”

“Liz.” she said blankly and didn’t look at me as she walked past her mother.

We gathered around the table and Michael, Mr. Thompson, set up the plates and sandwiches. I sat next to Eleanor, Mrs. Thompson, who put a sandwich on a paper plate and some kettle chips. “This place makes great pastrami, you’ll really like it. Liz come get some food.”

The young Thompson was sat at the end far away from her parents and myself. She rolled her eyes and came over begrudgingly and plated food. She took a small bite and went back to her phone.

“James, you’re not from here, are you?” Eleanor asked me as she bit into her sandwich. I nearly choked on my food.

“Why d’you ask?” I gulped.

“Well, you’ve been here for ten minutes already and haven’t stuck your dick in me yet,” Eleanor said, “You always seem to ask for permission before you do, even yesterday, after we finished fucking twice you were still asking.”

I glanced briefly at her husband who was eating with a daydream-like expression and glanced at her daughter who was still on her phone like they didn’t even hear what she said.

“I mean it is kinda weird. Eleanor said you liked to lick her down there and kiss her and stuff during sex. Who does that?” Michael Thompson asked.

I thought to myself for a second.

“Maybe he’s from a country where they don’t have free use.” Liz chimed in.

“Oh yes, that’s it. Yeah, my old world, I mean the old country had no free use laws.” I gulped and looked down and continued chewing.

“The only countries that don’t have them are total dystopic shitholes now. Can’t imagine living there.” Michael said nodding his head up and down and staring blankly off into space.

“You look like you don’t want to talk about it. It’s okay,” Eleanor said with a concerned expression. Eleanor placed a warm hand on my mine and I felt my cock stiffen at that.

I would need to fit in here. When in Rome? I unzip my pants and pulled Eleanor up off her chair and spread her against the dining table and pulled up her sundress. To my surprise, she was wearing no panties, and I plunged my cock into her anus. It had some resistance with no lubrication. I pulled out and slid it into her pussy, which was soaked at this point.

“Liz, how is college?” Mr. Thompson asked as the table shook as I bury into Mrs. Thompson who had her hands on the table bent over biting her lips.

“Mrs. Thompson, you naughty slut. Were you wet with expecting my cock? Didn’t you get enough yesterday?” I whispered in her ear. Mrs. Thompson bit her lip and shuttered, nodding in a stuttered motion affirmatively.

“It’s... whatever,” Elizabeth answered.

“Made any friends.” Eleanor panted as she continues shivering as I am now nibbling at the back of her neck as I kept grinding my hips into her, my member filling up her insides.

“I joined this group, the Woman’s Right movement.”

“Honey, you know how I feel about those groups.” Eleanor puffed. I reached my head forward, savoring the smell of her hair and skin, caressing my tongue on her cheeks and ears. Mrs. Thompson dug her nails into my thighs.

“They’re not abolitionist mom. They just want some small reforms to the law that’s all.”

“Look you’re young. You just came of age and aren’t used to it yet,” Mike said. “Happens to all of us.”

“I didn’t get it the first year I came of age too sweetie,” she panted between her moans as I massaged her breasts.

I looked over and could see Elizabeth crossing her legs, her breathing growing rapid, her face flush red and her foot tapping the floor. She was trying her best not to look over at the scene. It was clear some people in this world weren’t as casual or used to the sight of free use yet.

“I mean you made such a big racket when we went down to the deli and your dad fucked the attendant. People were getting worried. I was afraid they would call the police or mental institution.”

“It’s just weird all right?” Elizabeth said shyly. “Look, I’m done eating. I’m going up to my room.”

She left the table, half her food uneaten and loudly stomped up the stairs and I could hear her door being slammed. I thought at that moment about following her but my thoughts quickly returned to Mrs. Thompson. I was deeply engaged in Mrs. Thompson. Mr. Thompson got up and went to the fridge. “Hey Jimmy, you mind if I call you Jimmy, you want a beer?”

“I’m good,” I said and went back to murmur to Mrs. Thompson who was convulsing and writhing in my embrace, “Mrs. Thompson, I think I could spend the whole day fucking you.”

It was then I massaged her clit, her juices spilling over the floor. “Oh god James, don’t stop,” she panted, “I can’t stop cumming! I haven’t come this much since med school. Oh no no no! I can’t! I can’t!” as her hip movements worked into a frenzy.

Her eyes rolled, and she buried her face on the table as I kept coming and coming, my load of semen filling her pussy. Mr. Thompson came back and opened his beer and drank. I sat back down breathing heavily and took my sandwich and ate. My cock now deflating and peeling back, still wet with mine and Mrs. Thompson’s liquids. Mrs. Thompson collapsed on her chair, leaning back on it breathing heavily. After sipping on a glass of water, Mrs. Thompson came over at my knees and nursed on the now limp cock, cleaning every crevice, her tongue flicking up and all over. I shuttered as she knelt there massaging it with her outstretched tongue.

Mr. Thompson burped, and we ate together in silence, the only sound was the chewing of food and of Mrs. Thompson’s sucking noises as she held my balls in her mouth.

I thought about how my day would go. I could spend the rest of the day, as I told Mrs. Thompson, fucking her or move on to other targets as soon as I regained my virility.