Pia came home from her violin lesson quite excited. “I learned something new today,” she told Nils. “A new bowing technique. Hook bow.”

“Huck bow?” Nils questioned.

“No, no, hook bow. Hook, not huck.”

“Oh,” said Nils. “It sounded like huck. What is it?”

Pia explained that it involved a slight pause on the up or down stroke. “The bowing direction doesn’t change. It’s kind of fun. I’ll demonstrate.”

She took her violin out of the case and played.

“See?” she said.

“I guess so,” Nils said. “The huck bow, huh?”

“Hook!” Pia said. “You’re so exasperating. It’s also called portato.”

“Potato? I like huck better,” Nils said.

“Why?”

“It rhymes with fuck.”

“Oh Nils!” She batted her bow at his erect penis. His penis bobbed back. “But you know, we might be on to something.”

She brought her bow to the base of Nils’ penis and stroked upward along the shaft, pausing halfway, then continuing to the crown. “Yeah, I like this,” she said, and she repeated the stroke several times before putting her violin and bow back in the case.

“Why did you stop?” Nils asked. “I was just getting into the rhythm of it. I was just about to—”

“I know,” Pia said. “Now I need you to huck me.”

Nils did his best, but whether going in or out, stopping halfway proved impossible. He mixed the long slow strokes with the short rapid ones. Again and again Pia reached her climax, squealing as each approached, squirting as each culminated.

“I’m sorry,” Nils apologized, after flooding her clenching cunt with his cum. “I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s okay,” Pia comforted him. “We’ll just practice every day.”