Save Hannah
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Episode 2: BARBIE CUE
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 2: BARBIE CUE - Savannah Scott thought she would shock her parents by coming home from college for the summer. After realizing they had gone on vacation she found herself home alone. A hunky new next-door neighbor in her sights she went all out to get his attention. Nympho at heart she was shameless in every way. With three weeks on her own she discovered Cullen McMann the challenge of a lifetime. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted. The same could be said of him! Malibu Barbie on a leash!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rough Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
“The things I do for hot men.”
As evening closed in, Hannah Marie Scott formulated a plan to fulfill the challenge that her hunky new neighbor Cullen McMann had thrust upon her. At dusk she got ready for her old babysitter Vernon Wiley and his brother Mike. The plan was to strategically relive their campouts in the backyard when she was young. Too young then, not so much now.
Digging through her closet full of clothing, she found a short mini dress with micro-thin spaghetti straps. It had a floral print with a hem that barely concealed her ass cheeks. The thin blue straps holding it up on her shoulders revealed massive cleavage with zero effort. Going braless offered a bounce as she moved even the slightest. Going without panties would give the brothers plenty to look out for.
Primping in her dresser mirror she opted to tie her long flowing brown hair up into pigtails like she wore as a child. The humor behind it might ease their nerves. Spraying on a high pheromone perfume that smelled like cherry blossoms would attract their senses. Even old guys had a tough time saying no to their manhood getting a whiff of the territorial scent. Hell, her pussy was feeling frisky just inhaling herself.
“Go me! Cullen better come through on his end for me doing this. With mom and dad gone for a few weeks I want to have all the fun I can. I’ll play into his domination stuff no problem. I’m a super freak as it is so this is right up my alley.” She chuckled and recalled the lyrics to Superfreak by Rick James, dancing in her mirror and shaking her assets. Singing her own version she was envisioning Cullen standing behind her. Bootylicious! “Get a grip Master McMann. Take what you want and don’t be gentle.” Hiking her skirt in back she twerked in hopes that her neighbor was watching. His bedroom window was directly across from hers. If he was he certainly did not share her enthusiasm. “You suck, Master.”
Forsaking any form of shoes and socks she tiptoed downstairs, past her cat Bruno and out into the sunroom to peer out at Vernon’s. He had indeed put up the four man tent that they used to camp out in eleven years ago. He had a small brick enclosed fire pit blazing, lawn chairs set up, and a beer cooler full. Both Vernon and Mike were already drinking.
“Alcohol should make them easy. I won’t fail Cullen. Still, this is really weird. They’re like 35 years older than me. Not to mention they still see me as the cutesy little girl they knew as a child. Guess I prove that I’m not so little anymore. Here goes.”
Hannah left her house and shuffled toward the campfire and lantern light of an otherwise pitch black yard. Approaching the men she looked back to see if Cullen was watching. His home was completely in the dark. Was he even at home? With a troubled fidget she continued her journey.
“I sure hope Cullen didn’t just set me up.” Turning back to face the campsite she grew giddy. “Hannah’s here!” She called out in a baby-like tone of voice and danced into view of the men.
“Hey there, Sweetheart. This was a great idea. Brings back memories.” Vernon nodded!
Twirling in step Hannah Marie let her short skirt fan in the campfire light. They barely saw anything, but younger brother Mike knew immediately that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Mike in his lawn chair leaned back and swigged his beer and actually rubbed his crotch while Vernon wasn’t looking. Hannah however did notice. A tongue razz at Mike she then pushed her tongue at her inner cheek as if something in her mouth. He caught on. Vernon not so much.
“That’s a pretty dress there, Hannah.”
“Thank you for noticing, Mike. I love dresses.”
“Me too.” He chuckled! “For all the wrong reasons.”
“You behave, Mister.” Not! Yet, Hannah pointed at him playfully. “I’m still young and impressionable.” Again, Not!
“Pay him no mind, Hannah Marie. He’s just an old perv.”
Mike scowled at his brother. “And you aren’t?” Giggling, Hannah watched Mike lift the cooler beside him. “Grab a beer and join the party. Just don’t tell your mother we let an underage girl drink on our watch.”
“Under age. Guys get me plastered at school every weekend.” She rolled her eyes! “I won’t tell mom you guys got me drunk, if you don’t tell her I was nude sunbathing.”
“Speaking of that. What prompted you to start doing that kind of stuff?” Vernon shook his head. “Kind of risky!” She shrugged, bouncing her chest in the process. The jiggling made Mike smirk.
“I really didn’t think you were home Vernie. And I didn’t know about you and Gail splitting up. I’m really sad to hear that.” Vernon stood up to stretch when Hannah moved in without warning to hug him tightly.
“Hey, now! As nice as this is don’t go making me sad.”
Squeezing him tightly Hannah crushed her breasts against his belly. His height of 6’1 towered over her 5’2 status. Lifting her chin she pressed into his chest and peered up at him with puppy dog eyes. The iceberg melted in her gaze.
“I just want you to know I care. I loved Gail too. But she hurt my Uncle Vernie. I’ll never forgive her for that.”
Rubbing her shoulder blade Vernon hissed. “Uncle Vernie! Hearing that sure brings back the good old days. I recall you hugging me and calling me that when you were a wee one. I guess you still are a wee one. Your never grew up, just out.”
“Are you saying I’m fat?” She pouted!
“Hell, no! You don’t have an ounce of fat on you.” Mike huffed! “Well, maybe in those hooters. That’s where you’re bursting out.”
Vernon released Hannah to turn and face Mike. She looked down at her chest and agreed with a mixed nod. “Yeah, they got huge. 38C now! Guy’s never complain though. Ever!”
“Who’s complaining? I love how you filled out.” Mike toasted her with his beer. “Here’s to the Hooters girl.”
“I could be a Hooter’s girl, couldn’t I.” She eyed the open cooler. “Only beer?”
“You expecting wine coolers?” Vernon was taken back.
“No. Anything harder? I like the hard stuff.”
“Oh, I got something harder for you.” Mike winked! “Might knock you on or in the ass.”
“Well, now!” She shook her head feigning a blush. “Been there, done those.”
“Mike means he has a bottle of Jim Beam beside him.”
“Oh!” She snorted, laughing as Mike reached to his side and lifted up a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon.
“Want a shot?”
“I’ve never tried Bourbon. Mostly tequila and vodka.” Time to ask a naive but devisive question. “Will I get drunk?” Duh! Let them think her brainless.
“Let’s hope so.” Mike jested, standing to locate a shot glass from the grass beside his chair. Pouring a shot for himself he belted it back before shaking his head. “Wicked!”
“Wow! If it effects you like that I might gag.” He poured her a shot and offered it up.
“To gag reflexes! Pinch your nose before you toss it back. You have to down it in one gulp.”
Claiming the shot Hannah eyed Vernon who looked concerned. She patted Vernon on the chest just to calm him down. “I got this, Vernie. I’m an adult now.” Pinching her nose she swallowed the shot whole before choking. Fanning herself she exhaled with her tongue extended as if on fire.
“Whoa! Burns going down. Your turn, Vernie.”
“Fire in her holes.” Mike chuckled! The man had no filter. Refilling the shot glass for his brother he passed it off with a grin. In a single belt his drink disappeared. Vernon’s expression was nothing, merely a pucker.
“Tough guy.” Hannah went beneath his t-shirt and rubbed his belly. “I like tough guys.”
“I’m just used to it. After Gail left I bought stock in the stuff.”
“How about a belly shot, Hannah?” Mike chuckled!
“In this dress? I can’t!” She smirked then used her hand to conceal her lips from Mike. Whispering to Vernon she informed him of the obvious. “No panties.”
“Yeah, definitely no belly shots.” Vernon bulged his eyes. “Mike needs to get his mind out of the gutter. You’re like family for Christ’s sake.”
“I know, right?” She planted her hands on her hips defiantly. “Head out of my gutter, Buddy Boy!”
Vernon nodded at her assurance while pointing at Mike who frowned. Vernon then turned to stoke the campfire. Once his back turned to them Hannah leaned over Mike to whisper, “Maybe later.” Her cleavage granted him a deep visual once her dress escaped her breasts. He definitely saw a nipple. This made Mike grin like a Cheshire Cat.
“So, Mike. What’s new with you? Dating anyone?” She changed the subject to throw off Vernon.
“Naaa! No gal wants an ugly old fart like me. Lowly mechanic at that. Bad back even.”
“Aw! Poor Uncle Mike! I’m sure that’s not true. You just need to go out more. Maybe a good massage would do me ... I mean you good.”
“Massage? What the hell is that? I bet it’s been ten years since that kind of thing.”
“Don’t get him started.” Vernon looked over his shoulder. “He’s bound to ask you for one.” Hannah flared her eyes at the notion.
“The guys in school say I have magic fingers. It’s funny though. I never get one in return.” Yet another bluff! Hannah was prone to having multiple college studs massaging her naked body at once. Fingers were often up every hole at their unforgiving nature. Not that she was opposed to their rough treatment. Squirting orgasms were vivid and deafening unless her mouth had a big cock in it.
“I’ll give you one, if you give me one.” Mike hinted!
“Do you promise to behave yourself?” She grinned with mischief, but shook her head negatively without Vernon catching her. Mike recalled earlier when he and Vernon molested her in the yard thanks to Cullen McMann’s influence. Mike definitely wanted more of that. If only Vernon would just stop being such a pussy.
“Best I can.” Mike grunted! “No lotion though.” He acted out as if beating off. Vernon overlooking them still, she teased Mike by lowering her cleavage and with a swirling motion made it appear as if she were volunteering a target.
“Okay! I’ll give you one first. Me afterwards. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Hannah giggled then relocated behind Mike’s chair. Watching as Mike removed his polo shirt she teased him with a hummed serenade.
“Male stripper! Look out! Should I go get my purse? I think I have dollar bills.”
Vernon shook his head and returned to his own seat. He mumbled at his brothers choices. As Hannah kneaded at Mike’s shoulders and neck, Vernon decided to pour another shot of bourbon to drown his guilt.
“Dang, Mike. Shave much?” She tangled her fingers in his mass of body hair.
“Nope! I hear girls like primal animals in bed. Figured I needed to look the part.”
Hannah groaned! “So, not funny.” Leaning in she whispered, “Roar! You can be my bearskin rug.” Her fingers eased his tension enough to hear moans from the younger brother.
“You sure have talent in those nails, Hannah.”
In reply she rolled her palms over his shoulders then downward across his pectorals. In doing so her mounded up cleavage molded around his neckline like an airline pillow. She then hugged Mike from behind. “I love compliments.” She whispered into his ear with an evil giggle.
Vernon rolled his eyes as Mike reached an arm up to palm Hannah’s head from the side. “I can compliment you all night long. You smell delicious. Your pigtails are soft.”
Hannah patted his hairy chest and tugged at his fur. “I get the idea. Now shush and let me work my magic.”
Mike nodded and swigged at his beer, enjoying ten more minutes of her frolicking grip. Including a taunting trail of her fingernails along his back. It gave him shivers. And one hell of an erection. After a deep inhale Mike gripped her by the hand and guided her toward Vernon.
“Give my Big Brother here a massage too. Afterwards, I’ll give you the best you ever had.”
“Want one, Vernie? I used to give you backrubs when I was a kid.” Goofing around of course! Nothing pedophile! Consenting, Vernon left his shirt on as Hannah massaged his neck and upper deltoids. Her chest teased his scalp from behind.
“Like that, Uncle Vernie?”
“Feels nice, Hannah Marie. Little wrong.”
“But oh so perfect.” Mike added!
“Flatterer.” She stuck her tongue out at Mike while leaning over Vernon to run a hand down his chest. This made Vernon tense up and pat her hand.
“That’s good, Hannah Marie. Thanks!”
“You sure? I can work out that tension if you let me.”
He shook his head negatively and patted her cheek from behind with tenderness. “You did great.”
“Come on over here, Hannah.” Mike cleared his throat. “Sit in my lap.”
Easing around Vernon, Hannah stood in front of Mike looking back at him. “We might break the lawn chair.”
“Doubt it! You don’t weigh much. 90 or 100 pounds tops.”
“110 last time I checked. I trust you.”
Sitting down between his legs was awkward. Once settled in, Mike gripped her shoulders and squeezed slightly too much at first. After a deafening cringe he softened up. Her spaghetti straps were swept off of her shoulders and lifelessly dangled over her biceps. As a result she felt her dress loosen up in front, the soft material slipping on her flesh with relative ease. For Vernon’s sake, she however kept her hands from stopping its gradual descent. With each squeeze her body trembled. Her cleavage was escaping more and more.
“That feels so good. It’s nice to finally know what it’s like to be on the receiving end. I think I’m losing my dress though.”
“Don’t you worry about that. Just close your eyes and let ole Uncle Mike release you of all your burdens.”
“Is my dress a burden?” She giggled!
Vernon found his eyes on her cleavage. Her 38C’s were bulging like melons in her doubled over angle. Keeping mental tabs Mike smirked at his brother’s gaze. In a bold move he pulled her back toward him more forcing her dress to droop even lower. Her areolas began to slip into view.
“Pour Hannah another shot, Big Brother.”
Vernon sighed and offered her another drink. Accepting it she belted it down with a gasp. “On fire!” Her fingers pinched her dress in front a fluttered it to offer nipples in short favors. “Whoa! Is it hot in here or is it just me?” It was California!
“Tipsy, Hannah Marie?” Vernon looked with concern. “Should I cut you off?”
“Maybe a little tipsy. I like tips. Tipsy! No, I want at least two more shots so I sleep like a baby. Don’t stop Mike, you have magic in your hands too.”
“Wouldn’t dream of stopping. You deserve it like anyone else.”
His hands glided forward over her shoulders just as she had done to him. Only his thumbs remained on her upper back. Fanning his fingers on her cleavage she monitored his intent with a flirty glint in her beautiful, lusty eyes. A minute later she felt him move forward even more, his thumbs now on her clavicle, fingers lying fully across her mounds.
“Mike? Are you misbehaving?” She trembled with excitement! Vernon seemed lost in thought, oblivious toward them at the moment. She actually brought Mike’s fingers down over her breasts and squeezed them around her fullness. Mike loved the feel, even if it was his second time today. His lips nuzzled her neck as she gently moaned.
“Not yet. Getting there though.” He spoke only for Vernon’s ears. Big brother wasn’t listening. She giggled and eyed Vernon with a scowl. “Fuck, I love your tits.” He mumbled!
“Okay. Just checking. They love your hands.”
Mike chuckled and used his palms to juggle them about. “Little girl, age 8. Remember?” Now Vernon was aware. Mike released her just as Vernon turned to face them. Close call! It wouldn’t last long.
“Knock it off, Mikey. She’s getting uncomfortable.”
Looking back at Mike, Hannah patted his left cheek. Still, Mike chose to chase her tits. Vernon watched him squeeze her breasts this time. This time Vern bit his tongue. “Can I get another shot?” She giggled! “I might need it.”
“You like my hands on these titties, don’t you?” Mike boasted! It wasn’t like Vernon didn’t know how they felt himself, having also touched them earlier as she sunbathed.
“I can’t admit to that. Yet, I won’t deny it either. Mixed reviews.” She fanned herself with her fingers.
“You sure didn’t mind it when we squeezed them earlier.” Mike grunted! Vernon turned pale as Hannah offered a puzzled expression.
“You’re an idiot.” Vernon sneered at Mike.
“Earlier? Oh, you mean when Cullen let you two sneak up and squeeze them? Come on, I’m not that naïve. Your aftershave gave you both away. I just played along.” Vernon covered his eyes out of guilt. Mike merely pulled her dress off of her tits and jiggled them about. Exposed she flipped her tongue out at Vernon.
“Damn these are nice.”
Hannah eyed his grip tossing them about. “They are pretty nifty, aren’t they.” In her admission Vernon decided to get up and walk around the yard. She eyed Vern move about aimlessly and decided to pat Mike’s hands over her breasts. “I think we’re upsetting, Vernie. You need to behave, Mister.”
Snarling Mike released her and allowed her to stand up. In hopes to relax Vernon she pulled her dress up and returned to normal. “I’m sorry, Uncle Vernie. I think I’m getting drunk. My decisions aren’t quite my own right now.” She hugged his arm.
“No harm, I guess. I just think back at the youthful you. Not at the adult you.”
“I’m still your little princess, Uncle Vernie. I recall snuggling up to you when we slept in the tent. Even when you...”
Vernon leered at her with a confused expression. “When I what?”
She whispered her thoughts only to him. “When you got an erection. I was too young to understand it. I mean you were a gentleman. You didn’t do anything to me that was wrong. I just remember waking up and seeing a hard-on under your sweats. It was enormous.”
“That’s not true.”
“It was. I just kept it to myself, because I didn’t know better. I didn’t create trouble because you were like my real uncle. I adored you.”
“I had no idea. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You can get a hard-on now and it won’t bother me.” She giggled and again hugged his arm. “Don’t be shy. I’m not.”