The Lindenwood Series
By Psyche Summer
Introduction
Alone in Master Drake’s cottage under the hemlock trees, I am being punished. Down on my knees, in just my cotton panties, I am waiting. I have been poised for the cock that hasn’t come for at least twenty minutes. Master Drake fully clothed… from the waist up…. is exasperated.
“You’re late, pet” he repeats for what must be the tenth time in the past hour. He holds his
rock hard cock just inches from my face; I can smell his strong familiar scent warming me,
feel the familiar electricity that rattles my gut, sets my loins on fire.
“I’m sorry, master…” I murmur… the college orientation session I had been attending had run over; my mother had requested my help at the last minute. I had been late: late by one day, three hours and twenty-seven minutes.
Withdrawing from me again, Master Drake instead runs his hand down the line of my jaw. Whispers my name. Tells me how I will make it up to him.
Five names he whispers, touching me on my right shoulder with his extended dick. Five girls. I will bring to him, shape them, teach them, as he has taught me. He explains, resting his penis on my other side. He has chosen them already… and as he finally pushes his way deep into my mouth, forcing me to the ground, he whispers each of their names.
Kelly. Simone. Shoshanna. Halla….. and Avery.
Chapter 1: Swim Club
Kelly
“Mooother Fuck!” I hiss as my knee hits the pebbles that line the fucking pathway leading up to the mother-fucking pool. I feel fire as the stones shred skin; my hands fly up in front of me to break the fall. It does no good. When I was younger, my brothers used to call me “Daddy Long-legs,” I’m tall and all leg, and now one of them was a bloody, fucking, mess. Literally.
I sat on my ass and sucked the torn fibers of skin clinging to my knee. “Damn that little ankle-biter, Missy Morgan and her damn cell phone, and damn that Donna, fucking bitch, for sending me to go fetch it at 3 fucking am.” She should’ve sent Simone, I raged to myself. Simone and Missy painting their toe-nails perched on chaise lounges… Simone with her fucking French nose stuck high in the fucking air.
I sweep my long blonde hair out of my face and struggle to my feet. I brush gravel off my ass and trudge along to the top of the hill. When I get up to the pool you can bet that I am bloody shocked to find the gate open and to hear voices coming from inside… and will you believe, when I get up close, there in the nuddy, in the fucking pool, is Mister Drake, the fucking head of the camp. And there, beside him, dippin’ her toes, is that bitch. Donna.
Mister Drake is just swimming around, laughing at something Donna said, doesn’t cross his mind that he is stark naked. She’s just sittin’ there like a fuckin’ bludger, waving her fingers in the water, letting it splash up on her little white silk pajama top…
He stops when I enter, swims up to the step.
“hi there, Kelly, right?” he says, all formal and shit.
I can’t help looking at his donger, it’s huge, even there in the water.
“why don’t you join me…?” he continues, all natural.
I look over at Donna; she’s reclining along the side of the pool, cool as a cat. She waves that damn pink cell phone in my general direction….
“found it over near the chairs” she says all innocent.
Now, I’ve worked at camps in my life, and I’ve seen… and participated in my fair share of “goings on,” but I’ll admit, I’m a little rattled. I hate that feeling. And all the time, Mr. Drake, he’s just swimming back and forth, every now and again, he looks up at me with his blue eyes… all patient and shit.
Part of me wants to wheel around right there and hitch it back to my cabin, to my bed. Go back to messin’ with boys who keep their dongers in their togs, but part of me is… well let’s just say I get a little hot, when I see Donna slip into the water and wrap her body around Mr. Drake. She didn’t even take off her fucking pajama shirt, so after he tongues her mouth and swims her back to the wall, I can see the shape of her tits underneath the wet fabric. Now, Donna, she’s like 5’2. Me, I’m almost 5’9; in my head, for a second, I imagine me, all of me, wrapped around that man, slipping over his body… at 3 am. In the swimming pool. Now one thing you should know about me, I don’t keep thoughts in my head too long. I either do them, or don’t do them.
So, in just about a minute I am slipping off my flip flops and sliding into that pool, myself. The cool water and the night air, it knocks the breath out of me for a minute, and the chemicals in the water sting my knee. I feel the fabric of my sky blue cami and knickers weighed down with water. They’re sticking to me, driving me fucking insane. Mister Drake comes gliding toward me in the water. He grabs me around the waist and turns me away from him…. I can feel his bulge against my ass, his hands reaching up my knickers. Soon they are off, floating away in the water.
He whistles, a low summons, and in seconds Donna is at his side, peeling away my wet camisole, cupping round firm breasts in naked hands. He is behind me. I can’t see him much, but I feel him. Feel him rub against me, feel the drag and suck of the water as he enters me. The walls of my pussy close up around him. I moan. My legs float out from under me. He shakes the bitch loose and grabs each of my tits in his hands, massaging me against his dick. I feel his damp skin, chilly against my naked back and it sends shocks of passion through my spine….
“Oh god, oh god” I start to moan as my ass bumps against the top of his thighs.
“harder… harder” I pant.
My fucking stomach feels like it’s gonna explode… like there’s a snake in my belly doing somersaults.
I can feel his hands gripping the bottom of my thighs, tearing, pulling me in… harder and harder. His mouth is on my neck. Biting at my skin. It’s like an animal. I feel the heat rising in me…
“Fuck.” I moan, and then shout “Fuucckkkkk”
“I’m not done with you… not yet” he grins.
I am so loud I am sure the whole camp can hear.
“Fuuucckkkkkk meeee”
I wrap my hands around his neck, around his head. I don’t know why. I can’t stop him. He is tapping the edge of my cervix with his fucking hot head. His hands are rubbing the inside of my thighs. He is leaving marks, dark purple marks along the back of my neck. He is like ALL the way inside me. I am panting in the water… And before I know it I am cumming… and cumming and cumming….
Donna
As Master Drake commanded, I am taking notes, so I can personally attest that Kelly had exactly five orgasms that night in the pool. Master Drake, on the other hand, did not cum at all. At least not right then. And after an interval, in which Kelly’s feet finally came to rest, weak-kneed on the floor of the pool, I was once again summoned. I dart from my post at the side of the pool, bringing a nice soft white towel for my master. Leaning over him, I wrap the towel around his body, wipe the drops off every inch. Kiss his cock. Make sure he is satisfied. Once he is dried, I spread a new one down on the cool, dewy grass. On this one, I sit Kelly. She is still wet, and the drops of sweat and beads of water glisten, silvery in the moonlight. Under the dim lights of the lamps that surround the pool’s perimeter I can make out tattoos scattered across her body. A freckling of stars along her side… a kiwi bird, (she told me it was a kiwi later, I didn’t know it that night) on her wrist, and on the small of her back, a biplane, a reminder, she told me later, of her first lover. I stretch her out, face down on the towel. I know she is cold, I can feel the goose bumps rise on her arms… Master Drake, sitting next to me on a chaise chair, is watching me work.
I myself have been naked for some time, ever since I entered the pool. Kelly though, has not noticed my own tattoos, the bold black number that scars my front or the tag of ownership that guards my backside. But I am sure, however, that she can feel the cold, hard metal of the twin hoops that puncture my nipples, as I bend down over her back and brush the tips of my breasts against her spine. Her long, blonde hair is wet and coils around her back and arms. Spreading it to one side, I bend closer and begin to kiss each vertebra, one by one. My hand reaches down tracing the contours of her thighs. She is still breathing heavily, isn’t thinking straight. It is easy for me to part her legs and to begin to run my fore-finger along the ridge of her asshole. She is still unaware, grateful to be recumbent…. I rest my cheek against the flat edge of her muscled ass and begin to kiss her there… gently. In the shadows, I see that Master Drake is pleased.
Slowly, with my fingers, I part the cheeks of Kelly’s ass, with my tongue, I slide over the entrance. She has noticed now and her muscles have stiffened. I see her toes curl as my tongue lingers on its target. My tongue, just entering the passageway, providing the lubricant for the finger that follows… Kelly winces as I enter… did she just call me a “bitch?” I tell her to relax, run my free hand down the stretch of her back, and push… just a little deeper. I push past the first ring of muscles, clenched and armed against my entry, and just a little further until I hear her exhale… just a bit. I feel her muscles contract against me, rebel against my presence, but below, I feel her pussy moisten in anticipation. I pull out slowly. I look at my master sweetly, and slowly, intentionally put my finger to my mouth, wrapping my tongue along its sticky length. I bend down and whisper to Kelly to rise up on all fours. She does what I say.
Kelly
It’s so fucking quiet. All I can hear are the damn crickets and bities chirpin’ in the night. I was cold, but now I am hot. I am fucking sweating in fact, on all fours, waiting. Out of the corner of my eye I see Donna rise up and kneel beside me. She is waiting too. Neither of us waits too long. After she has settled down on her knees, Mr. Drake gets up; I see his feet move behind me. He’s checking me out. I follow his feet with my eyes. Now he is in front of me…
“Kelly,” he says my name all serious now, not like earlier in the pool. I can feel his warm breath on my face.
“Mr. Drake?” I know it was a dumb thing to say; we’d just fucked like rabbits…
“Not now, not Mr. Drake, Kelly, not anymore” he responds…
“…Master Drake.”
Well that was unexpected.
He tells me that I am his pet, that now he is my only master, that I cannot hesitate to do his bidding. He tells me that I am not to ask questions; that I am not to fall for him…. I start to stop hearing him…. just waiting for his touch. At last he asks “Do you understand? Do you accept these terms, pet?”
I nod. Yes.
Soon then, he is upon me. His muscles flexed, his hands pressed down on my hips like a pommel horse, his thumbs wrapped around the tight of my ass. When he pushes into me at last, it feels like I am on fire. I clench my eyes shut. My torn up knee presses into the ground as he drills into me. I can feel the walls of my uninitiated ass closing in around him, hear his grunts of pleasure. Feel his rhythm, too quick for my comfort at first, as he takes me again and again. I let out a fierce yelp. Pain mingled with pleasure. Underneath, he is groping my clit, stroking it with wild fingers, entering my pussy, three fingers at a time.
“Uuuufff” I grunt as the strength of his thrusts forces my face to the ground. “uuuuuuffffff” my muffled screams are trapped inside the towel. I am sobbing. It hurts. It feels so good. With his other hand he is grabbing my hair, pulling my face upward so that my screams, my grunts and moans of satisfaction, can all be heard.
“Fill me, fill me” It’s all I want.
In minutes, hours, days, who knows? He has released me, let go my hair, my cunt, my ass. I lift my head and see that Donna is bent over him now. His donger is in her mouth. She is savoring it like candy: licking it, sucking it, rolling around in it. She is stretching her lips wide for him, lowering her fucking mouth to his crotch… I see her eyes begin to tear as her throat contracts… He takes it out, rubs it against her nose and eyes, teases her with it, makes her beg for more.
“Please,” I hear her say. “feed me more Master.”
He gives her what she wants. Again and again.
The stars are fading from the sky when it’s my turn again. When Master Drake bends me over for the second time, he means business. He is so hard…. It feels so good. This time my muscles don’t resist him for long. And as they relax around him, I feel like my whole world is opening up inside of me. When he finally spills his seed, lets it trickle down the inside of my legs, lets me thank him with feeble voice, feeds it from fingers to his other pet who still sits patiently by his side, I am ready, ready to call him Master.
For Master Drake
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