Chapter 440: Rachael Rides Again

Oh. Come on! She is only fifteen! Can’t they at least ask me first?

“Terry said not to let you even start to bitch about me not asking before using your dick to be my first,” the girl told me. “Your aunt called my mom and said that her nephew David was visiting. If I wanted to have a safe, disease-free, long cock and a guy who could go all day and night, then to get my butt over here. Just let me use your dick until you can’t get hard again, or I can’t fuck anymore. I should be safe, but if not, my mom said I could have the baby if I wanted. Terry said that you would take care of the baby and me if I ever needed any help. Oh, some high school girls are in what used to be Boy Scouts now. They are going insane with dick lust but hate boys and men enough that seeing a dick in a movie makes them sick. All of them are waiting to have you lay there as they fuck you. Now, if you don’t mind eating pussy, seven girls who will be seniors this fall have said that any guy who can eat their pussy better than a girl will get their cherries and do them without a rubber.”

As the girl collapsed in a pool of sweat and gave me a weakening dick massage, one of the girls in Scouting pulled the girl off my dick, lined up, and started stretching her pussy out to take the cherry popping ride on a purple-top pogo stick.

I played with her tits as she fucked me at her leisure.

After half an hour, she asked, “Don’t you ever cum? You have a tight, just popped, pussy fucking you, and I’m the only one getting off. That isn’t how this is supposed to work.”

“Why not? You are the one wanting to fuck unless you want me to roll us over and fuck you to get my pleasure. Three of my best friends are lesbians, and they have a lot of lesbian friends,” I explained. “I’m enjoying the view as you try to get more than half my dick inside you. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t need a flesh dildo to go as long as you can before your pussy hurts too much, or you can’t handle getting off one more time. If I cared about getting off, you would be barfing from looking at my dick instead of watching it glisten in your pussy juices as you pull up until you feel the head is about to pop out. Since you want to talk, can you get off my dick so the next girl waiting can use me as her flesh dildo? I’m getting hungry, and pussy won’t be enough to fill me up.”

All the lesbians ended up on their backs, learning the difference between riding a dick and getting fucked. They all got the creamy, dead swimmer loads each expected to have within five minutes of fucking me.

I found out that more girls here wanted my dick too, but they were in middle school. They tried to help my youngest cousin’s reputation, but there is just so much his dick could do before not being able to get hard again.

I would say it is me being here, but those girls wanted my cousin’s dick long before any of them could get the stick part of a cotton swab in their tiny pussies.

My aunt ran off all the visiting girls, except for Rachael. Then I finally got to eat.

“Thank you for getting that burden off my back,” my uncle said. “Their dads told me that if my mythical nephew David ever visited that I had to get you to show their daughters that dick isn’t a bad thing if you find the right guy. It doesn’t hurt to have that in my back pocket should I need a favor.”

My aunt then told me, “The girls are starting as seniors in the fall, as are the other girls mentioned, but you didn’t get the whole story about the latter group. They all have over a four-point GPA from honors classes, are ‘all the time’ church types, are on the varsity dance team and cheerleading squad. Terry is going to take you to where they hang out. You don’t need any instructions on what to do.”

I didn’t even need to figure out anything.

When we got there, their leader chick was all wound up over something. When she saw me, she called me over?

“You look like a big, dumb, body-building, little-dicked guy. If you can eat me better than a woman, you can have my cherry with no rubbers, gels, foams, or anything. Bare as God made it to work,” she told me.

The girl got up on a picnic table, pulled her panties out from under her skirt, and laid back with legs spread.

She taunted, “Come on already. Eat my pussy better than a woman, and my pussy is yours.”

I dropped my mouth down between her legs, and blowing over her clit made her cum. I proceeded to lick, suck, and kiss all around her clit, but never run my tongue over it. It was driving her crazy. I finally licked her clit and didn’t stop until she pushed away with her feet. That didn’t keep me from finger-banging her until she finally let me attack her clit again.

When all she could do was weakly try to push me away with her feet, I moved her a bit, lined my dick up, and fucked her until she had a big load in her pussy. It was the same for the other girls, except for the last one. She didn’t want my dick inside her. Not because she didn’t want to fuck, just that she didn’t want to do it here in front of everyone. Her friends were all zombified now, so they had no clue if we had sex or not. Terry had gotten a ride home with some friends, so the girl didn’t mind me giving her a ride, in the Lotus, to somewhere more intimate, her bedroom.

“God, those girls get their pussy eaten by the first guy who knows where their clit is and became cheap sluts, getting nailed right there on a picnic table in the middle of a park. I want to screw like rabbits, naked, not where I don’t even get to see the guy’s dick in my pussy or let him watch my tits bounce all over the place. I hope you don’t mind that my sister and her friends will be over in maybe an hour to have to do this to them too. You won’t need to eat their pussies first, though. Damn, you are good at it. Just between us, I was going to let you have my cherry when I saw that you weren’t a vibrator and crazy fantasy in Terry’s head. Oh, when you fuck my sister and her friends, no rubbers. Give them a load of cum. They need to sweat out if they got knocked up or not. I’ve been on the pill since I got on the cheerleading squad. My dad required it, and he is very strict about me taking one each day. My sister won’t do it, and she isn’t the brightest bulb in the box, not stupid, just average smarts,” she told me. “Can we get naked and fuck now, please. Take as long as you want. My pussy dribbles all day long when I’m having a shitty day. The rest of the time, a thought of a dick has me running like a faucet on full.”

After carrying her to the bathroom to drain on the throne, she told me that her sister was sixteen, almost seventeen, as were her friends. No worries about statutory rape being an issue since her dad would try to pay me to screw the younger of his daughters. I should head on down to her sister’s room. The door would be open, and all the girls would be naked.

She had that right.

One girl was shoving three fingers in her snatch with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other. I moved over behind her to wait for her to pull her fingers out. As she caught her breath, I lined my dick up, got a good grip on her hips, and fucked her until I gave her a whole load of live swimmers.

I had to help her get over to one of the oversized beanbags to lay down. I found the next closest girl and did the same. In about ninety minutes, all the girls in the room had two loads of sperm in them, swimming toward the waiting eggs.

There is a bit of a tweak here, some DNA corruption there, and you are pregnant for around six weeks, or maybe a bit longer, then out comes the unviable genetic material blob.

I enjoyed a shower with the older girl I came here to fuck and headed out before her dad got home. Her sister and friends laid passed out pretty much in the same spots as I pulled out of them the second time.

When I got back to Terry’s house, her dad said, “Ellen says we are eating in, and she is cooking. She said she got us some from Angus Prime steaks but wouldn’t tell us from where. We will find out when it is time for dinner. Everyone is banned from the kitchen, not that I would get in the middle of that little tornado. How did it go with the girls that Terry took you to meet?”

“Didn’t pan out as planned,” I told him, and he could ask around to find out if he wanted to know.

We went out for a walk. Terry was still sore from earlier, and the boys were off playing somewhere. On our way back to the house, we would swing by to get them.

“So, tell me about that Saudi Prince. The one that has all that money he needs to get out of his country and promises to give me some if I wire him some money first?” My uncle asked.

I laughed and said, “In my case, they couldn’t wire me the money and paid the fee to convert what they brought into cash. From the best I could understand, the governments for these people’s part of the world will only let them have money wired into the country. They can’t wire it out for anything, not even to buy the things they need for their business. Anything they require must come into the country, have them pay the custom’s import taxes, and then get paid for in their country’s currency. Now whatever they make can be sent out of the country after paying export taxes and have their money wired back to them. For their annual payment to the head of all their families, they use things like gemstones and even gold. Their countries overlook this because those families have to pay import and export taxes and a fee to have it converted into cash to pay their debt. That Darren guy made some suggestions on how to stop doing criminal activities by instead being brokers for a fee.”

“Why wouldn’t people just cut them out of the deal?” he asked.

“Because the buyers and sellers like to rip each other off, usually by killing the other party. They take the cash and the goods,” I said. “This broker system gets the cash wired to the families brokering the deal, so it is never at the location when getting the product. Plus, no account numbers can get tortured out of the seller or buyers because the people at the meet have no clue. They know what and how much is being picked up. If all is as expected, the buyer authorizes payment. If either side decides to screw the other, all the money defaults to the broker family. What happens with it from there is up to the family. They get their fee off the top on approved transactions before the rest goes to the sellers. It seems that his idea made the families a lot more money than ever before, which is why I got so much from them.”

“Sounds a lot like the stock market,” he said. “It is a gamble each time you invest, and the broker gets your money upfront. Some will double-dip to get a commission when you buy stock and again when you sell. Online trading has cut out a lot of that sort of crap.”

Terry texted us to head back to the house. Ellen said dinner would be ready soon.

“I want to know how you got steaks, aged versus just slaughtered, for free. Steaks of this grade sell for twenty-three dollars a pound at the butcher. You seem to have found salad stuff too. I can tell when I looked in the kitchen that you didn’t get these from a store, but I know you didn’t steal them because you wouldn’t,” my aunt wanted to know.

Ellen sat up proudly and said, “When I was riding to the park earlier, going to swim and running with Terry, I saw a lot of old abandoned vegetable gardens behind houses hidden in the waist-high grasses that haven’t seen a mower since last fall. They were going to rot if not picked soon, so I did. Why waste food like that? I would have loved to have fresh vegetables in the summer but had no place to grow them in the woods. Clearing out trees would have raised questions.”

“So how about the beef?” my aunt asked again.

“That was a bit of barter, and bet,” she said, giggling. “There is a cattle farm not far from here that butchers their beef. They had this guy talking up a storm about how he does all these tricks that don’t get him bloody and stuff like that. He talked big, so I walked up to him and said he was full of cow manure. It seems the man that owns the farm felt the same way, so we made a bet. If I won, I got to take as much aged prime meat that I could carry. If I lost, I had to slaughter and skin the ten other cows he had to do that day. Supposedly the bragging man had made a similar deal. They had aprons that fit me and hooks that went up the cow’s butt to let them bleed out while gutting them and skinning them. Did you know that the man who owned the farm has never had an intact cowhide or any that didn’t require someone to scrape the meat off them? I wish I had some sort of hook and pulley system at the RV park. I wouldn’t have minded hunting bears instead of just making them scared so that they would go away. That butcher needs better knives. His got dull so fast, and it wasn’t like I could use mine. He did misjudge me, too. I can carry half my weight if I jog instead of run. You have a lot of steaks and some veal in your freezer. Oh, and a roast. He said if I come over tomorrow to help slaughter the cows that someone is bringing over, he will give me a whole cow to bring here to you for free. Can I go, daddy? I can take my knife that has the case for it.”

One of my boy cousins asked, “You would go kill cows just to get us meat for our freezer?”

“No, I would kill the cows because I want some hides. It is also so much easier than stalking a deer, coyote, mountain lion, or bobcat to have fresh meat for a few days. I don’t even have to get naked. The butcher has rubber jumpsuits that will fit me,” Ellen said proudly. “He is the one insisting on paying me with meat too.”

“You’d do it anyway if I told you no, Ellen,” I told her.

She shook her head and said, “I don’t want you tearing up my butt for disobeying.”

Once I said that was fine with me, she came to give me a big hug and disappeared into the kitchen. She had everything washed, cleaned, and put away except for the dishes on the table. My cousins had that cleanup duty. Ellen hugged and kissed everyone before going to Terry’s room to get some sleep.

My aunt commented on the freshest tasting salad, baked potato, salad dressing, rolls, and butter. The bread came from the butcher’s wife to go with the steaks. She had seen Ellen working in the kitchen, but it was still hard to believe someone so young had survived on her alone for two years.

Ellen came back out and heard my aunt, so she said, “I had to live like most of the world outside the USA. If I didn’t catch, kill, and cook my food, I would have starved. If I wanted a salad, I had to find everything and make a dressing, if I wanted it. I need someone to cuddle, and Terry is going to do that with daddy.”