Week 2 with the Johnsons – Fun and Games

Adam Smith

I had monitored Mr. Johnson since he came and he spent most of it in deep contemplation. At night, the Johnson couple would fight. The arousal was working on Mrs. Johnson but had the opposite effect on Mr. Johnson who had zero sex drive at this point I guess. Mr. Johnson never masturbated or took out his sexual repressions on his wife, which caused Mrs. Johnson to look elsewhere, well namely me.

My routine was simple. In the morning I would take a shower with Jill where I assfucked her and made sure she cleaned herself up properly and gave her a secret protein snack which I told her not to tell the others. I did some chores in the early morning like tend the chickens, fish, and turn on the sprinklers for the hydroponics. At breakfast, we would eat a simple meal of eggs usually and some canned ham and a biscuit. Mrs. Johnson would spend most of it underneath the table at my feet extracting protein from me. After which, I did more chores like maintenance, monitoring levels, perform checks, and other tedious upkeep-ish things. We eat lunch. Usually some instant mash and canned corn beef and vegetables, sometimes fresh. Then afterward I would go spend time inside Tracy’s asshole in her room. At night, I unwinded and watch the TV with the Johnsons, my media server was almost comparable to a big tech’s company held millions of TV shows and movies. Sometimes I would take Jill then and there and feed her my protein. But most times I just relaxed, and Jill and I would go into my room where she would stay all night.

Despite it being a huge place, it still felt like a prison. The routine, the closeness, and the boredom. The Johnsons were getting cabin fever, and so was I.

We were sitting in the common room. I had suggested Jill, Tracy and Mrs. Johnson stopped wearing pants and panties because we didn’t want to waste laundry water on them. They agreed and said it sounded sensible. When Mr. Johnson said he probably shouldn’t wear pants too, I said he didn’t have to cause he rarely got his pants dirty. Mr. Johnson said that sounded sensible too and spent about 30 minutes bragging about what a cleanly guy he was compared to his daughters and wife, usually doing this while I was making their daughters or wife very unclean at the moment.

“A game?” Jill asked with her head perked up.

“Yes, we need something fun to do. You guys will blindfold me, and you’ll sit on my face, and I’ll try to guess which one it is.” I said.

I had given Mr. Johnson a crossword puzzle book which he was working on, on a table near the common room where Jill, Tracy and Mrs. Johnson were playing with me.

“Wait how is that fun for us?” Tracy asked suspiciously.

“Okay to make it fun how about you sit on my dick while I’m blindfolded. You guys can have fun that way.”

They all nodded and agreed with each other.

I lay down with my exposed dick sitting up. They blindfolded me, and I could hear them whispering. The first one sat down on me, her pussy was really tight and wet. She bounced up and down it awkwardly, the sign of inexperience.

“Is it Jill?”

“Oh my god, how did you know,” I heard Jill say.

“Say, nerd, what’s a five letter word for unfriendly?” Mr. Johnson yelled at me.

The next wasn’t a pussy at all. It was tight and resisted. She bounced on me with ferocity.

“Aloof?” I said out loud to Mr. Johnson.

“Ah yea, I knew that.” Mr. Johnson said back and probably scribbled down.

“Tracy?” I guessed.

“No, it’s Cadence.”

We kept on doing this until I could guess all correctly. Then we made a game with who could make me cum the fastest using only their mouth. Tracy winning that one. All the while Mr. Johnson was stuck on his crossword puzzle.