Episode 255: SKINWALKER

“I feel like I’m streaking. No, I AM streaking!”

Sable McKellen had just left Piper Cherry’s swimming pool where her fellow cheerleaders were engaging in water sport sex with Mace Belmont. Shivering at her solo freedom she grew quickly aware of incoming traffic and outdoor activities. In her adventurous moment she decided to take the long way around the block to visit her clueless but adorable boyfriend Travis Herbert. This meant a whole lot more houses for people to see her in passing. Exhilaration spiking her nipples the finger width patches stuck out leaving shadows behind the thin teal fabric.

With zero coverage outside of her mother’s next to no fabric micro bikini hiding next to nothing, she was nervous but wet as hell. The thin rectangular patch cloaking her virgin pussy was rubbing at her clit with each step she took. Her nerves were not from her time in Piper’s swimming pool either. With only a thread gone MIA between her butt cheeks, her entire backside was exposed as if naked. In what would be illegal if caught or turned in, she just took the risk. This was her time to shine in her mind. If she got into troubles oh, well!

Pink areolas daring the thin patches over them to stay in place, her 34B’s bounced along as she walked, skipped actually. She was giddy. As said, her bikini bottoms were so narrow that only her tight slit was hiding out. Above the patch her neatly groomed brown tower of pubic hair stuck up over them which was outrageously sexy by itself. “I almost don’t want to go see Travis. I’d rather walk the neighborhood and introduce myself. Maybe I’ll go down two more blocks then circle back. As long as people see me, I should be safe from any ... other Perbert’s.” A giggle escaped her.

Working on her shyness she told herself to just risk it all. Life was too short to not let guys prove to her that they liked what they saw. The more she traded places with her sister and getting a real taste of a man’s touch, tongue even, a girl’s flick for that matter, Sable was horny every second of the day. So, this was how her mother felt. Sable had to snicker at that revelation, then at hearing her sister always confessing that she intended to be better and craved more than Josie, it just sank in. “Sissy might be onto something.” Perhaps Sable should rethink that questionable outlook.

Doing things right in front of Travis was incredible, he was so stupid that he couldn’t even tell the sisters apart. Hardly anyone knew what to look for to sort out distinguishing features. As long as they groomed themselves the same way, wore the same perfume, and hygiene products nobody would know whom was whom. Only their tonsils told the tale. Sable still had hers. “I wonder if I would get enough birthday money to have mine removed.” Silly girl!

“I can always borrow a t-shirt from Trav if needed. What worries me more than anything is if Trav’s mom Kelly disapproves of how much skin I’m showing off in front of Trav, or even Dominic if he happens to be there. One call to daddy and I’ll likely be grounded. Then again, daddy was spying on all of us from my bedroom window. He didn’t make us come home. We did have that talk about us being treated as adults, so maybe he considered that any arguing would be pointless. Maybe he knew he was busted watching us and is just clamming up to hide his curiosity. The cheerleaders were all naked and skinny dipping. So was I for that matter, well, close enough, but Dakota will take the blame saying I was her. Gosh! So much to think about. I feel like I can do anything.” It was a vital risk her overcoming shyness sought to take.

Rounding her first corner she froze in step seeing three different neighbors outside either washing their car, trimming bushes, or watering flower beds. The neighborhood of Hooters Crossing was mostly middle-aged folks, so in most cases that meant teenagers or sadly grandkids. She whimpered at the possibility some parent might yell at her but stayed on course. The man washing his car waved at her and grinned, no way was he offended, he even shot his hose at her as if he could reach her this far away. “He thinks I’m hot, he’s trying to cool me down.” Butterfly fingers waving at him she flirted with her eyes.

The hedge butcher stopped to watch her and he too smiled. So far so good, all men! The bed wetter also a male, but in his mid 60’s discovered her and simply stared without expression. All of those gentlemen were across the street to her right at Bulging Eyes court, a cul-de-sac of four homes. Busy area today! With rain in the forecast according to super-hot Channel 12 weather lady Kendra Goony, people were out in abundance. Enjoy it while it lasts, Boys. Sable as much as the sunshine.

Bypassing Trav’s street Quaking Limbs just for fun, she wanted to test her nerves further just to see more eyes checking her out. It was addictive! Reaching the next block over she continued looking for challengers. To her left along Horned Fowl Street which the sign was vandalized by Knox Hardecker and his posse, she giggled at the alteration. Turned into Horny Fowl with a spray paint one random night of mischief it was pretty hilarious. On her way down the block, she heard a door open on a house to her left and looked over to see a really cute guy checking his mailbox on the side of his home. His dog, a small, wired hair terrier pup caught him off guard and bolted around him toward her. She froze like a deer in head lights.

Hearing him say “BARNEY GET BACK HERE!” She found the rambunctious canine running circles around her legs. Trying to jump up on her she danced out of its way so as not to get scratches on her gorgeous legs. “Can you grab him? He won’t bite.” The 30-something white male stepped out in sweatpants and a Tennessee Titan’s t-shirt walking barefoot across his yard.

The dog did not want picked up as much as Sable tried to capture him. Each time the dog circled back toward her she made the attempt to grab him. Bending over Sable’s totally bare bottom flashed right at the dog owner, he greeting a killer shot up her thigh gap at the narrow constriction barely masking her thin labia. No amount of silly string could hide an adorable butt pucker. A silent whistle of, “Niiiice!” he let her keep trying. The men at the cul-de-sac literally stopped everything and congregated together at the opening to their circle to see Sable chasing that wild pooch about. Her bends and titties bouncing about made their day.

Finally, Sable caught the pup and cradled him in her arms. Worried of scratching her the owner raced to her assistance and reached in closer to grab Barney. In reaching for the pup the owner’s knuckles brushed the patch over her left nipple and accidently hooked his pinky on the string above it. Nipple exposed he gnashed his teeth. “Shit! Pinky got hung up on your ... uh, pinky, sorry about that.” She flared her eyes peering down at her bright pink nipple exposed to him in plain sight. Covering up with an expected blush she lingered there a moment until he had Barney under control and removed his captured pinky. Shyly covering up she stared at the owner with intrigue. What was he thinking about after that?

“How have I never seen this guy before? Mmm!” Unlike Sable to react this way she couldn’t resist him, his eyes were dreamy in a Paul Walker kind of way, God rest his soul. “Barney’s a handful.” She spoke up, bright-eyed and fearing to blink. The owner hearing handful actually looked at her breast. Mind read Pauly! She shivered and looked herself over rather than stare. “Did I get scratched anywhere?” Oh, Sable, she wanted him to look her over.

“Dunno! Let me see.” She puts her arms to her side and lets him inspect her front thinking how much fun this was. The men in the cul-de-sac found themselves chuckling at their unexpected peep show. Standing together watching and talking about her, the gossip was stimulating for certain. All three, even the elder were thinking that her tight little ass was incredible. The question in all of their minds became how old was this girl? She looked fourteen or fifteen but to be wearing so little concerned them. They didn’t know the dog owner so felt the need to make sure the girl was safe. Bending down and resisting Barney’s thrashing about Paul Walker’s clone eyed Sable’s lower tummy where her pubes peeked out. Huffing his cheeks, he noted the men watching and stood up. “No red marks. You look fine.” Very fine even. “I’m Josh!”

“Hi Josh! I’m Sable.”

“That’s some bikini.” He laughed with charisma then cocked a brow, “Is that a bikini?”

“Like it?”

“Probably more than I should.” He chuckled. “Do you live around here?”

“Around the block on Epicenter Court.” She turned only her torso to point, “I just came from swimming in my neighbors pool.”

“Going the wrong way home?” He smirked with narrowing eyes.

“Oh! I’m going to see my boy ... my friend Travis. He lives on Quaking Limbs.”

“I bet he does. I think you missed his street. Maybe those guys back there know and came out to make certain you got to your destination.” Josh winked. “Well, thanks for saving Barney.”

“I’m eighteen.” Almost! In mere hours at least. She improvised placing her hands behind her back in an anime girl pose trying to keep his attention. Hopping twice on her toes to compensate her nerves she curled a finger in her butt string and tugged it out so that her patch in front lowered a teensy tiny bit. Slick! Her voyeurs were all puckering over the move. Breasts bouncing, he had to pause and check out those bobbies--er--boobies. Same thing! Men! No worse than the elders seeing her butt cheeks wiggle, right?

“Oh, yeah? Sounds fun! I’m 32.”

“That sounds fun too.” She bit her lower lip.

“Uhhh?” Josh found Barney too excitable. “I need to put him inside before he leaps out of my hands. Catching him is a bitch.”

Her eyes immediately dropped to his sweats to see an erection and thought, “After I lose my virginity you can put him inside me. Catch me! Catch me!” He did note her mischievous gaze. Sable was coming into her own sexuality. Before he could officially turn away Sable stepped closer to pet Barney goodbye.

“You be good, Mister! Mind Josh, he’s your master.” That word was always on her mind these days, knowing how Kelly Herbert served her master Dominic Black. Speaking of the Devil himself she heard a vehicle approach. Sable glanced left to see a monster Dodge Ram and a certain Dominic Black behind the wheel. Bypassing Kelly’s Street, Dom pulled up on the curb and rolled his window down.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Josh knew he needed to go; Dom was huge even inside the truck. For all he knew Dom could be the girl’s dad.

“She just helped me catch my dog.” He paused only to defend her.

“Uh huh! Get in, I’ll take you to see the punk.”

“I can walk. Tell Trav I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Wasn’t a request.”

“You don’t own me.” She flipped her tongue out at him. Sable was on the right track. That term master she had just referred Josh to was haunting her. Defying Dominic made the hillbilly giant growl and stare at Josh.

“Thanks again for saving Barn.” Josh chose retreat, the giant was looking irritable, and the homeowner was not wanting a visit from the police. Turning away Sable said, “Bye Josh! Bye Barney!” Josh simply cast a knuckle over his shoulder to let her know he heard her.

“You gettin’ in?” Dom grew even more grumpy.

“Why? I don’t want to go straight to Trav’s.” She pivoted on the ball of her bare foot and started walking. Dom giving her a head start looked at her from behind and growled even louder. Outside of two threads, one around her neck beneath her brown hair, the other about her hips. From behind the girl was naked. Idling there he shot one last glance at Josh then peered in his rearview mirror at a cluster of male residents. The trio of neighbors realized he saw them gawking and hurried back to their landscaping and car detailing duties. Dom knew how to intimidate even without direct eye contact.

Rolling on he remained behind Sable as if intimidating her, making certain she got to Kelly’s house safely. He owed her father Henry that much in keeping his kid safe. More eyes on Quaking Limbs Street behind them checked her out. She was thrilled to be noticed. Knowing Dom was behind her she wiggled extra hard to offer him a healthy dose of tease, pausing to bend over in front of him and act as if she stepped on something, removing what wasn’t there as a act. There was that butt pucker again. HELLO! The forward motion constricted her bikini bottoms until the material entered the narrow folds of her labia. Wet beyond measure, she reached down between her thighs to adjust her bottoms for comfort. The patch having sank between her lips, the folds were now to each side of the thin material. “Oh, my Josh--GOSH! My pussy is hanging out.” Sudden inspiration she stopped and left her lips peeking and turned to Dom. Braking he looked her in the eye.

“Why are following me? Isn’t that called stalking?”

“Making sure you get there.”

“I’m only going around the block. You can go on.”

“WALK!” He pointed.

“Bossy!” She razzed him again. Turning away she walked six feet then stopped again. “Mister Black?”

“What?” He acted perturbed.

“Do you think I have a nice body?” Her fingers went beneath her two tiny breast coverings to palm her tits, the material over her knuckles.

“WALK!”

“Yes, or no?”

Finally, he gunned his truck and started to leave her behind. Half a block away she witnessed him braking hard then put his truck into reverse to back up. She stood defiant, her fingers pinching her nipples for any and all to bear witness. Nobody else seemed interested at the moment. Coast was clear! His left arm dangling out his window he slapped the door hard. “GET UP HERE!” Goosebumps! Startled but hungry for his attention Sable stepped from the sidewalk to the grass then up onto his side rail. Face to face with him he reached over and gripped her by her throat.

“Mister Black!” She whimpered. “I’m sorry I got mouthy.” Fear!

“IN THE TRUCK NOW!”

“I might need you to let go of me so I can.” Nope! Utilizing his strength, he drew her upward onto her tiptoes upon the step side rail. She felt her toes leave the rail and held her breath. She knew he meant in the truck his way. Crawling, nay drug through his driver’s side window he released her throat and palmed her tight little ass. Spanking her while draped over his lap and against the steering wheel he gave her seventeen swats.

“The last swat is over the weekend when you’re eighteen.” Expecting her to panic and fight him he discovered instead her desire to remain like that. Looking around him in all directions he delicately rubbed her red bottom.

“I only have maybe six hours until I’m officially of age.” She reported. “Tomorrow is my real birthday.”

“Good for you!”

“Mister Black? Can I talk to you about everything we’ve done? Before I go over to see Trav.”

“Why not!” He hit the gas with her still over his lap, knees out the windowsill. Squealing as he forced her to stay in that position Sable was thanking God for her chance. Going out the back way of Hooter’s Crossing he held her firmly incapacitated while driving down a busy street. Two lefts and a right he ended up at a favorite spot of the youth, Pitstop Park.

Only a few cars there at the time he pulled into the grass and killed the engine. Grabbing her bottom string between her cheeks he hoisted the material upward, tightening once again over her cunt and digging in between her labia. She was thrilled but terrified at the same time. Finally, he opened his truck door and brought her legs inside but dangling over his left hip. Releasing her slingshot bottoms he forcefully maneuvered her to sit in his lap facing him. Hand back on her throat he gripped her tightly, his thumb lifting her chin to prevent her looking down or side-to-side. “EYES ON ME!” Easy enough! “Talk!”

“I want to serve you like Kelly does. Teach me, Mister Black!”

“Thought we sorted that out. Lose your virginity to the boy Saturday.”

“I plan to. I guess I did tell you that. What about afterwards, Mister Black?”

“Anything I do is between us. Your daddy doesn’t know. Your family doesn’t know. Kel and numbnut doesn’t know.”

“So, you want me?” She begged with her eyes, lips trembling as she bit her lower lip with anticipation.

“Time will tell. I’m in no hurry. Prove to me I can trust you then I’ll consider more. You have your orders already. Kel’s boy is to be treated like a king and you build up his self-esteem. Right now, he’s not even close to being a real man.”

“I know! I want a real man, Mister Black.” She dared to reach down and palm his inseam. Sure enough, he was huge. “I want you, Sir.” Sir! That made his beard bristle. She could see her reflection in his mirrored sunglasses and loved the pose. “Mister Black?”

“Talk!”

“Can I hold him like I did at Piper’s pool last Saturday?” She carefully pinched around the girth of his erection. “Please let me touch you. I’ve been going crazy after you did what you did to me in Trav’s bed without him knowing.”

“Bring him out.” She wanted to cry from joy but kept her composure as she worked blindly in unfastening his belt buckle, then his jeans. Lifting his hips forced her higher, her scalp crushing into the truck cab’s roof. With every ounce of strength, she had she tugged his jeans down enough that she could reach in and bring out the true master, all eleven inches of him.

“He’s so big!” Hands only, eyes on him as instructed. “I can feel your heartbeat. You want me to do this.” She began stroking him and nasally panting over his dense expression. Maybe his eyes were closed behind his shades she thought.

“Both hands.” She quickly utilized her grip and did her best. His dick dry Dominic switched hands on her throat and reached to his right to dig into his center console. Bringing out a bottle of lube he flipped the cap and dribbled some on his crown. Her fingers merging with the lube she circulated it further over his entire monstrosity. No words shared he tossed his bottle back in the console and again switched hands on her throat. She was shaking like a leaf but finding this domination incredible.

“I swear I will never betray you Mister Black. I really want this.”

No words returned she moved her hands even faster. Suddenly, his left hand reached down to his side and used the seat control to push his seat back. The steering wheel no longer up her ass, she had a bit of wiggle room. “I think he’s trusting me.” She told herself. His left arm rising again, he swept her bikini top aside and released both of her nipples. She instantly drizzled into that narrow patch. So, fucking wet it was undeniable. Why wasn’t he palming a breast? Noooo! “Touch me Mister Black. No fair!” She quickly learned that there was nothing fair in his world. Massaging his beast with all of her might she could feel him tensing up. “I’m doing it. He’s going to cum for me.” For himself! Get over your desires you little cunt.

Grumbling over his nearness Dom lured her toward him, and switched grips yet again. This time he held her by the back of her neck and hovered her upper body over his penis. Her under boobs were touching his urethra. Faithfully throttling him just to procure a deeper grunt so that she knew she was doing a good deed, he utilized his other hand to clutch her hair. “I SAID LOOK AT ME!” Oops!

Eyes on his glasses she saw his manhandling of her, and her heart sang. Facial twitches observed Sable McKellen felt a mighty surge of white nut explode from his cock to coat her tits and belly. Snarling he spat in her face three times then drew her higher up onto his lap, her pussy path touching penis. The hand in her hair escaping he reached between them and drew that patch aside. “RUB IT IN!” The excitement of his dick on her sweet little exposed cunt led Sable to literally lap dance over him. Her pussy weeping of juices combined with his slick cock made her squeal with delight. Offering her himself for a brief three minutes he finally threw her off of him and into the passenger seat.

“Nooooo! I was so close.” She whined.

“Save it for the boy.” Seat forward he saw her sitting sideways facing him and rubbing her pussy. “I SAID SAVE IT FOR THE BOY. COVER THAT SHIT UP!” Her bikini back in place she pouted. “Wear my nut to Kel’s. Is that understood? It dries on you.”

“Yes, Mister Black. What if Kelly or Trav sees it.”

“Life’s one big risk, Baby McKellen.” Seat forward he shut his truck door and started the engine. Backing out he returned to the exact spot where he had picked her up at Hooter’s Crossing. “Get out! Walk with pride.” Without being told a second time, she climbed down and shut her door, returning to the sidewalk. Dominic Black drove off without looking back. As soon as he turned the corner she screamed and danced in step.

“HE WANTS MEEEEEEE! YESSSSSSS!”

Pulling up in front of Kelly’s house Dominic parked and got out. Denim jeans zipped up, belt attached he tucked in his black muscle shirt, sinew rippling like a God. With his Stetson and mirrored shades, he was almost menacing in demeanor. Without giving Sable another glance to see if she were walking between houses the next block over, he headed straight for the Herbert’s front door and went on in. With him out of her hair Sable giggled and took her time. Other neighbors received fluttering fingertips. “Gosh, this must be how Dakota and mom feel when they tease. I think I can get used to this.” DNA!