Canon Ch. 04

She looked at the seat behind him. It was not so much a saddle as an undulating, leather-covered padded ridge, perhaps three inches wide and deeply curved.

She climbed on behind him, careful to keep her bare leg away from the chromed pipes on the right side. She settled her bare feet onto the pegs and her bare crotch onto the narrow black leather seat, which fit her perfectly, supporting her in surprising comfort.

Amy was thrillingly conscious of her lewd, unladylike pose - virtually squatting on the leather ridge, her bare feet high and her legs cocked up and wide open, her bare ass on display. All her weight rested on the narrow seat, which cradled her bare, wet crotch intimately from her hairless mound to her clenching asshole. She shivered. It felt naughty and good...

"There's something you need to know about old Harleys, Punkin," said Geoff, looking at her over his shoulder at her with a wicked grin on his old face.

"What?" said the naked, shivering girl. She clung to him, her bare breasts against his scarred old back. He turned the key and stomped the starter, and the big V-Twin roared back to life.

"Oh... Oh, my God..."

"They shake," said the old man, laughing. He twisted the throttle once or twice, making the big engine burble and growl, and he felt Amy's trembling arms circle his waist - and then grope at his chest.

"Oh, G-Geoff," she gasped. "It's so s-strong..."

The vibration of the big engine traveled through the frame, through the firm seat bolted to it, and directly into Amy's unprotected pussy and crotch. There was no escaping it, and she was already rising toward a powerful climax.

He looked down to see her bare foot on the high footpeg, her pretty toes curled up tight in excitement. She was already gasping, clinging to his back and trembling.

"Hang on," he said, and shifted the bike into gear.

Amy cried out and shook against him as they rode into the trees. "Geoff, I'm cumming - I'm cumming now..." He deliberately steered the bike into a series of bumps and ruts, knowing they would pound the vibrating saddle into the naked girl's pussy and drive her even higher. Her hands clawed at his chest desperately as she grunted and strained, powerless to stop cumming as the big, brutal bike virtually fucked her without mercy.

Geoff rode around on the big property for fifteen or twenty long, cruel minutes, finding every bump and pothole, with the naked teen squatting helplessly on that hellish ridge behind him. She was crying and whimpering, buffeted from one electrifying orgasm to the next.

Amy ground her pussy into the soaked saddle desperately, opening her legs even wider and pressing her bare clit into the leather, feeling her wet, flaring lips split open against it. The pale, radiant nudie was humping against the old man's back, and he grinned and gunned the bike as he drove it across a network of ruts and ridges of dried mud, heading back toward the house.

"Oh, G-G-God, Geoffie... Oh, God, it's - it's so - Unnngh.... UNNGH..."

As he pulled the machine up behind the veranda, she was cumming again, shaking harder than the bike. He let the engine idle till she stopped shivering, then turned it off. She clung to him, and he felt her sweat slick against his back.

He helped her climb off, and helped her stand shakily for a moment; he looked at the bike, and smiled. Her juices were running down the sides of the saddle and down onto the frame.

He picked her up and carried her back to the pool. She clung to his neck, breathing hard and trembling. "Oh, Geoffie - that was - that was amazing..."

"Well, you said you needed to cum," he chuckled, warm thunder. She smiled up at him lazily and shivered.

"And I did," she quavered. "I don't know how many times. God, Geoffie, please don't ever take me anywhere on that thing - I'd get there with soaked panties and crossed eyes."

He laid her gently on the grass as they laughed. "So you liked it?" he asked with a grin.

She laughed, still trembling. "What do you think? I was naked outside and scared and embarrassed and I felt naughty and bad and helpless and I was cumming my ass off..." She shivered. "I've never felt anything like that, ever." She looked up at him, beginning to relax, her eyes dreamy. "Yes, Geoffie. I liked it."

"Show me," he said. He was sitting beside her on the grass. She smiled indulgently and twisted toward him, then pulled her knees back and open.

Amy's pussy was flared open and glistening, shockingly swollen and fiery-red. As he watched, he saw it twitching and grasping, her muscles squeezing involuntarily. "Do I look nasty, Geoffie?" she whispered. "Tell me I'm a nasty naked girl..."

Her pretty bare feet were up in the air, and he took one in his spotted old hand and kissed its pink sole. "You look like a sweet, innocent little virgin, Punkin...."

She looked at him expectantly, and he grinned and went on: "...who's just been gangfucked by the 82nd Airborne Division." She giggled and clapped her thighs together, knees still high, and he tickled her swollen pussy and laughed with her.

"Yes, you're a nasty naked girl, Amy. But you're my nasty naked girl." He lay down beside her, and she came into his arms. "Remember that."

She snuggled close and kissed his chest. "Always, Geoffie," she whispered. "Forever." A few minutes later, she breathed, "I like going naked all day for you. I want to do it every weekend."

He kissed her hair. "Deal," he said. "Weekends you're my naked slave girl. The rest of the time you're just my warm wet pussy." She giggled and kissed him.

They lay together in the warm sun for a while, then Amy shivered. "I feel like I'm still vibrating inside, Geoffie, like I'm a violin string. I never came that hard or that many times in my life. I can't calm down."

He hugged her. "I know what you need," he said. He got up and held out his hand. "Come," he said.

She blinked up at him. "I did," she said. "That's the problem." Then she smiled and let him help her up.

With his arm around her shoulder and her arm around his waist, the booted and bluejeaned old man and the barefoot and nude young woman walked toward the big old house.

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Two minutes later, Amy was lying on top of him, nude and safe in his arms, as he hummed along with the bass part of the Canon. She snuggled close, her ear to his chest, as he rocked her gently on the bearskin rug in the living room.

My Amy, he thought as his deep voice droned the eight-note pattern that they both loved. My Amy. My love, my darling...

As it always did, the deep tones soothed and calmed the lovely teen, made her feel warm and safe, that everything was all right.

And it was.

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They sent out for pizza yet again, and Amy stood naked behind the door and tried to keep from giggling as Geoff paid the kid - who probably wondered what this tough-looking old guy was grinning about. He tipped well, though...

After the pizza, they shared a steam and a shower again, but without the fireworks this time - just holding each other, kissing, and murmuring of their love.

As he dried her, rubbing her glorious body with soft Turkish towels, he whispered, "Want to go for a little ride?"

She shivered and laughed. "Oh, no, Geoffie, I couldn't take it... Just take me to bed and hold me." Then she looked up at him and blinked. "Unless there's something you want your slave girl to do..."

He smiled. Then, "Ride on it facing backwards in front of a line of Navy buses," he said with a wicked grin.

"Ooo!"

"But not tonight." He hugged her. "All I want to do tonight is take you to bed and hold you."

She looked up at him adoringly as he carried her down the hall in their nightly ritual, her arms around his neck. "You have an evil mind," she murmured. "I like having a master like that."

He smiled down at her, and she shivered again at his expression. "Honey," he said, "as they say - you ain't seen nothin' yet."

"Mmmm." She nuzzled his chest. "I can't wait..."

They drifted off together, warm and bare beneath the silken covers, to the strains of their Canon. Soft kisses, sweet caresses, and joy as deep as the ocean - and finally, sleep without dreams. What was there to dream? All their dreams had come true, even those they had never thought or dared to dream.

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The next day was busy. They got up at 6:30, showered together without excessive giggling, dressed, had a quick breakfast, and were off to the school - in the Toyota, this time.

Geoff accompanied Amy as they went from one venue to the next, standing in lines, filling out forms, and finally handing over the certified check from her parents.

Amy saw a few friends from her high-school class and waved. Geoff said, "Maybe you should see if you have any classes with them."

"I doubt it, Geoff," she said. "All of my classes are AP. But I'll know next week." She waved again, and they were off to the next line.

They went to the campus police office to get a sticker for the car. "Do we need two?" asked Geoff. "Do you want to drive the Jag?"

She blinked up at him through her glasses. They were standing in line again. "Would you let me?"

He shrugged. "Sure, Punkin."

She smiled, then said, "Thanks, Geoff, but I think, maybe, no. I'd hate to see some drunk frat boy come out of an alley and smush it."

He chewed on that. "You're right," he said. "I've done enough killing." Then he grinned.

"Besides," she said, her cheeks growing pink, "I don't know how to drive a stick shift." He laughed at that, and then it was their turn.

When they were done with the paperwork, they drove around the campus a bit and found where all of Amy's classes were; then it was off to the campus bookstore.

Geoff insisted that she buy all her books new, and paid for them. "You don't want some idiot's margin notes and underlining in your books, do you?" he asked as he carried the bag to the car.

"Well, no... But..."

"It's okay, Amy." He grinned at her. "You can pay me later... You can work it off." Then he winked.

She giggled and blushed, then got in the passenger side. As Geoff started the car, she said, "Thanks for coming with me, Geoffie. It would have been scary if you weren't there."

He smiled. "Pure selfishness," he said. "I didn't want to sit around the house missing you."

She slid over close to him. "I'm going to hate going to class," she said reflectively. "I'd rather stay home with you and play."

He put his arm around her shoulders. "It'll be okay, Punkin," he said. "We'll still have plenty of time together."

"And every night," she whispered.

He smiled and squeezed her, then asked, "Well, when do you start? I don't remember your schedule."

"Nothing happens till Monday," she said. "There's some orientation stuff tomorrow and Friday, but it's about dorms and buses and stuff and doesn't apply to me. The academic orientation starts next week."

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence.

"So we have four days with nothing to do but fuck," she said, suppressing a giggle. "I can be your naked slave girl the whole time."

He grinned at her. "No, Punkin," he said. "Not the whole time."

"No?"

"I want to see you in that tiny little bikini," he said, "and I'll bet you have some other naughty things you can wear for me, too."

She smirked. "I have these shorts that Mom wouldn't let me wear in public - and some thong panties you might like - and another bikini..." Then she snuggled closer and whispered, "And my belly-dancing costume. I don't have to wear all of it..."

He groaned, and she rose up and kissed his old cheek. "But I do want to spend at least one more day naked, Geoffie. And I want you to tie me up and fuck me till I cry, like you said."

"Oh, Amy..."

They rode in silence till they got to the gate of their private playground. As it rolled open, Amy slipped off her sneakers and pulled her polo shirt over her head. By the time they pulled into the garage, the pretty teen was wriggling out of her panties. "I'm baaarefoot, Geoffie," she trilled. "You'll have to carry me so my feet don't get dirty..."

He carried the naked girl to the house, and she smirked up at him. She had nothing on but her glasses, the way he loved her best. "I want you to fuck me from behind, too," she said. "Really hard."

"You little tease," he growled, narrowly avoiding slamming her head into a post. "You're going to drive me crazy."

Amy, predictably, giggled and wriggled sexily in his arms. "Ooo, Geoffie... My pussy is so wet..."

He put her down on the floor of the kitchen, then bent to kiss her. Their tongues played for a moment as they embraced, and then she whispered, "Geoffie, there's something special I want to do."

"What's that, Punkin?"

Her face was glowing, a brighter red than he'd ever seen it. "You'll think it's silly," she said in a tiny voice. "You'll laugh at me. Or you'll think I'm a baby."

What on Earth? he thought. What could make her so afraid?

"It's important to you, isn't it?" he said. She nodded, looking at her feet.

He put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to him. "Amy, look at me," he said.

She did. "What's the one, best, thing we have, Amy? What makes it so right between us, more than it would be with anyone else?"

She looked in his eyes, and once again, hers were strangely the same; the sky blue and the earth brown, both innocent and open, fearful and yet trusting.

"Trust," she said softly, her voice that of a child. "We trust each other."

He nodded. "Come," he said, and led her to the couch, where she lay across his lap. He was still fully clothed, and she was baby-naked.

He held her close and whispered to her, stroking her like a kitten. "Tell me," he said. "You know you can. You know I won't laugh, sweet baby. You know I'll give you whatever you want."

She clung to him. "I know, Geoffie... But it's hard. I've never told anyone."

"So tell me," he said. She drew back and looked at him, her heart in her eyes. He grinned at her and shrugged. "Who else you going to tell?"

It was the perfect touch of truth and laughter. She smiled uncertainly and said, "Well... I want to make you shoot every way there is." He nodded, listening. "And there's one way - where I don't even touch you. I make you cum just by being sexy. Just from your looking at me."

He nodded, thinking - then he got it. "You want me to masturbate while I watch you," he said. "You want me to jack off to you till I shoot."

She nodded, her chin trembling. Her eyes were filling, she was so afraid.

"What makes you think that's something I wouldn't love too?" he said softly.

Her mouth opened then, and her eyes grew wide. "You mean..."

"Amy, I've never thought of it - but, oh, my God, yes. Yes. Yes! To just stare at you while I jerk on my cock? To have you show off and - oh my God, dance for me?" He grinned. "I'm getting a hard-on again just thinking about it."

"And can I watch you shoot it to me? Maybe all over me? Try to catch it in my mouth sometimes? In my pussy?"

He laughed, and she laughed too. "Oh, yes! 'Shoot a wad to the nudie cutie' - This is going to be one of my favorite games, Punkin! You know how I love to look at you..." He shook his head. "I'm surprised I never thought of it myself."

She hugged him, her eyes wet. "Oh, Geoff - you don't know what this means to me. I've dreamed of it ever since - well, ever since ever."

He got it, again. "This is what the belly dancing is about," he whispered. "Why you learned." He felt her nod.

She leaned back and smiled at him, wiping her eyes. "How did you get so good, anyway?" he asked. "I can't believe Ellie let you take lessons."

She laughed, her voice cracking a little. "I bought a set of DVDs, online," she said, her voice shaky. "I practiced in my room. No one else has ever seen me dance, Geoff."

He suddenly kissed her, deeply, passionately, and, after a second, she responded. In two seconds, they were lost in it, holding each other and telling secrets with their tongues. He stroked her back and hips and thighs with long sweeps of his gentle hands. Finally, he hugged her, breathing in her small pink ear:

"Every time I think it's perfect, and it couldn't get any better, you surprise me, Amy. Every time I think you've given me everything I could ever dream of - you give me a new dream, and you fulfill it. You take me farther and show me more." He looked at her, and felt his old heart breaking with the deepest joy he'd ever known. "I never knew I could be this happy, or love - or be loved - this much."

Then he grinned through the mist in his eyes. "And I'm an old guy, Punkin," he said. "I almost never found out."

"I'm yours, old guy," she whispered. "Take me to bed and fuck me. I'm already dressed for it."

"Don't you want to...?"

She shook her head. "Not now. Now I want to touch you as much as I can - with my arms and legs around you and my lips around your tongue and my pussy all around your bare, hard old dick."

He smiled. "You want a dirty old man to fuck you, you nasty little naked girl."

She shivered. "Ooo, Uncle Geoff," she cooed. "I don't have any clothes on... Please don't stick your big bare cock up my naked little hole and slide it in and out..."

He laughed, a feral growl, and carried her whimpering to their bed...

Where he tied her up and fucked her till she cried.

Till they both did.

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