Canon Ch. 05

A steel rod slid up his dick and it began to pump pre-cum eagerly, anxious for Geoff to begin stroking it. Geoff, his eyes popping, obliged.

"Jesus, Amy..." She giggled again and posed prettily.

The cute teen was wearing a wildly exaggerated Sixties hippie look; her long hair was flying loose, with a tie-dyed band around her head. A pair of "granny glasses," with tiny, dark-blue rectangular lenses, rode low on her pretty nose. She wore white lipstick, and had a red-and-orange flower drawn on one cheek.

Her yellow miniskirt was not much more than a wide belt, low on her hips and decent by a quarter-inch. Two stick-on peace symbols capped the tips of her pointy young breasts, and love beads, skimpy thong sandals, and a heavy fake-gold ankle bracelet completed her outfit.

Geoff was staring and jacking off, his eyes devouring her. She was taking him back to his twenties, but with a lewd and loving edge that the hippie girls of his youth never dreamed of.

"Is that my special treat?" he quavered, his deep voice a bit strained by his masturbation.

"Nope," she chirped. "This is." She popped a cassette into the CD player, which was itself unusual.

A strong, rhythmic drumbeat began to pound from the speakers. It was familiar....

Just as Geoff recognized it, Amy began to dance - not her usual sensuous belly dance, which he loved, but a wild, frenetic go-go dance that would have not been out of place at Woodstock. The song was "Hang On Sloopy" by the McCoys - recorded in 1965.

Geoff was laughing and straining at the same time, and his young hippie girl giggled and wiggled to the retro beat as he pulled on his cock and watched avidly. "Recorded these off your Oldies station," she twinkled. "You like?"

He nodded, staring. She shook her ass and tits and bumped and humped and laughed gaily, enjoying his fevered stare and his delight.

As the music changed to "Glad All Over" by the Dave Clark Five, she kicked off the sandals and danced and pranced barefoot, which she knew he would love. She crouched and humped her pelvis with her bare feet spread wide, showing him that she wore no panties.

She tore off the peace-symbol pasties, wincing, and shook her bare young breasts; her nipples were pink and swollen and inflamed from the adhesive. As the music changed again to another driving beat - "Jet Airliner" by the Steve Miller Band - she slid her microskirt to the floor and began to wiggle naked.

Geoff was goggling at her frantic go-go dance, jacking his hard cock furiously with pre-cum running over his knotty old fingers. Amy squealed with delight and threw away the headscarf and love beads, guessing rightly that he liked the granny glasses and anklet.

She wriggled over to him to "Devil with a Blue Dress On," pale and bare and writhing, and held out a child's water-based marker. "Decorate me, Geoffie," she simpered.

He looked at her in astonishment - and then paused long enough to draw sunbursts around her nipples, flames rising from her hairless pussy, and to scrawl "FUCK ME" across her belly. She turned her back to him, and he mischievously drew a spurting cock on her pale back and wrote "SHOOT TO ME" beneath it.

He then watched, astounded, as she squatted and wrote "SPERM HOLE" on her inner thighs - with arrows pointing to her pussy.

It was childish and ridiculous and incredibly obscene, and he was gasping and straining to hold back his cum as she bounced and shook to "Satisfaction" by the Stones and "Heard It Through the Grapevine" by Creedence.

Amy danced like a naked tornado, rocking out and shaking everything she had for his pleasure to all the great party songs; "Fun, Fun, Fun" - "Louie, Louie" - "Land of a Thousand Dances" - "Mony Mony" - "Shout"...

She turned around and around, showing him her bare, decorated body and wriggling as hard as she could, hopping and stamping and shaking her cute young booty for his straining enjoyment.

Geoff was having so much fun, he never wanted it to end. Amy was fulfilling fantasies he had forgotten for decades. She was crouching and wiggling lewdly to "Twist and Shout" by the Isley Brothers and licking her lips when he felt his control slipping.

"I'm gonna cum, baby..."

She came closer, squatwalking awkwardly on her arched toes, shimmying and shaking for him - and when the music changed to "Gimme All Your Lovin'" and she peeled her pink pussy open wide for him, he grimaced and gave it up.

As his first spurts flew into the air, she slid under him, pulled her knees back, and squealed, "Just follow the arrows, Geoffie!" He stared at the words she had written on her own thighs and moaned as he squirted and spurted all over her naked, exposed crotch as she giggled and twisted happily, trying to catch more.

"Groooovy!" she trilled, and laughed at his agonized expression. He found himself inflamed to new heights by her ankle bracelet and her slutty-hippie look, and he spurted more and more cum on his naked hippie teen as she squealed and posed and writhed for him.

When he finally stopped shooting, Amy sat up and licked his cock and fingers clean. "Did you like your surprise, dirty old man?" she teased.

"You know I did, you nasty little girl," he gasped. Then he smiled at her, shaking his head in wonder. "How do you DO that?"

She looked up at him as she smeared the flower on her cheek, nuzzling his wet cock. "Do what?"

"Always something new to shock me," he said, still breathing rapidly. "Something to drive me crazy and make me shoot a gallon of cum. God, I love you."

She kissed his dickhead and got up. "I guess I have a dirty mind," she said demurely. "Or maybe I just love you so much I can read your dirty mind."

"Whatever it is, it works," he rumbled, and opened his arms. She sat on his lap, smiling as she snuggled her bare bottom into his softening dick, and kissed him deeply.

They kissed and touched and caressed each other for a while, heedless of the streaks and blobs of his cum all over her. Finally, he murmured, "Better let me wash all those decorations off you. And I think I better scrub your clit and pussy hole nice and squeaky-clean, too..."

"Mmm." She got up and shivered fetchingly in front of him. "I want you to soap me all over and make me squat in front of you and watch your eyes while you feel me up, Geoffie," she whispered. "I want you to watch my face while you make me cum."

He picked her up and began carrying her to their shower. "How come what you want is always what I want?"

---

He had her put the ankle bracelet back on after their shower, that and her glasses. "I like it," he said as they snuggled on the couch before lunch. "It sets off your bare little feet just right."

"I like it too," she said. "Makes me feel more naked. And you know how I love that."

The old man grinned. "I'll buy you one made of real gold next week," he added.

He thought for a moment. Then: "That can be your slave uniform," he said, nodding. "On the weekend, you wear that, and your glasses, and nothing else. It'll remind you that you're my naked fuck-toy."

"Okay," she said, her strange eyes sparkling. "I like that. My naked-slave chain."

Then he smiled slyly. "Well, you'll wear those, and your sweat, and my cum. And maybe some more decorations."

She smirked. "Did you like that?"

"Made me crazy," he admitted. "My pure, sweet, perfect, innocent Amy, with filthy shit written all over her beautiful body."

"Stars on my nipples and fire coming out of my pussy," she whispered, blushing. "And 'FUCK ME' on my tummy." She shivered. "That made me feel so nasty..."

"You ARE nasty," he whispered, slipping a finger up her pussy. "You're always wet and ready to fuck. And you love it. You want it. All the time. You're a slave to my cock."

She nodded, opening her bare legs to his touch and blushing even redder. "I'm your naked slut, Geoffie," she breathed. "Your warm wet pussy...."

"And you'll do anything."

"Anything..." She pumped her hips hungrily. "Anything, Geoff...."

"Good." He withdrew his finger and sucked her juices from it. "Fix me some lunch."

She blinked at him in shock, then laughed and slapped his shoulder. "Yes, Master," she said ironically.

She got up and walked naked to the kitchen. "How about a juicy, piping-hot pussy hole with fresh cream sauce?" she called over her shoulder.

"I had that yesterday," he called back, and they both laughed.

---

They relaxed in the pool through the afternoon; it was a warm day in late fall, probably one of the last they would enjoy. The old man loved the sweet ritual of protecting Amy's delicate skin - covering her with strong sunblock from her pretty face to her pretty toes.

They lazed in the sun and the water and talked of the day to come. "How do you think your dad is going to take this?" asked Geoff.

"No idea," said Amy. "I can't even guess." She looked at her lover's leathery old face. "You've known him longer than me, Geoffie. What do you think?"

The old man thought. "I think - I think he'll be shocked, first. After that - I don't know, Punkin."

She rolled over and lay on him, her chin on his chest. She looked up at his turkey neck and smiled. "It'll be okay, Geoffie," she whispered. "Somehow it will. If we can make them understand what we have..."

He stroked her hair. "Maybe we shouldn't just spring it on him out of the blue. Maybe..." He thought, and Amy stroked his chest and waited.

He looked down at her. "Amy, I'm going to call your mother and give her a heads-up. But you can't be there. Are you OK with that?"

She smiled. "Of course, Geoffie. I trust you completely."

He smiled. "Okay. Later. Right now I want to watch you ride Honey."

"Ooo, Geoffie..." She shuddered, then looked at him, puzzled. "Wait. How are you going to do that?"

He grinned wickedly.

---

The bike was set up in the middle of the yard, with its rear tire lifted off the ground on a rack made for the purpose. The front tire was held in place with wooden chocks. Amy stood naked in the grass and looked at it fearfully, the tip of one pretty pinky in her mouth.

Geoff had set a comfortable chair behind the bike, where he would have a perfect view. "Oh, Geoffie... I'm going to cum so hard with you watching me..." The nude beauty was trembling, her nipples hard and her inner thighs already slick. "How long are you going to make me take it?"

He growled it at her: "As long as I want, nasty girl. Now get on it."

He helped her climb onto the bike, facing backwards this time, and put her bare feet on the high footpegs. When she leaned back to grasp the saddle behind her - her only option for support - she felt a thrill of delicious embarrassment at her total exposure. "Oooh, Geoff... You can see everything..."

And indeed he could. She was virtually squatting on the narrow seat, her bare legs cocked up high and spread obscenely wide. Her bare chest was thrust forward, her breasts blatantly displayed.

Only her pussy opening was hidden - because it was firmly pressed into the curve of the narrow leather ridge that served as her seat. Her bald mound and a hint of her vaginal crease was on exhibition.

And she was outdoors, out in the open. Amy had never felt so horribly, wonderfully exposed and naked.

Geoff looked at the shivering girl affectionately. She loves this, he thought; and once again - How could I ever be so lucky?

He started the bike, twisted the throttle to gun it once or twice, then let it settle back to a rumbling idle. The vibration was deep and strong at the low RPM, and his cock was growing hard again as he looked down at the steel frame. It was blurry, shaking so hard and so fast his eyes couldn't focus on it.

Amy was already staring at him desperately, biting her lip and whimpering. She was grinding her pussy into the hard saddle, her bare, widespread legs quivering.

He knew what she wanted. "What's the matter, Amy? That doesn't feel GOOD, does it?" She closed her eyes and grimaced, gritting her teeth at the intense stimulation, at her exciting exposure, at her naked helplessness and sexual submission.

Geoff sat down to watch - and as an afterthought, he stood up, removed his shorts, and sat down again, fondling his cock as he watched the show. Amy saw, and her mouth opened in even greater passion and hunger.

"I expect my slave to keep her composure," the old man said silkily. "No crying or moaning allowed. In fact, we're going to have a nice calm chat."

"Oh, G-God..."

"Tell me, my darling - what are you wearing?"

"M-my slave chuh-chain... My g-g-glasses... Nothing eh-else... I'm nuh-nuh-NAKED..."

"And where are you?"

"Out-outside... I'm sh-showing eh-everything, outsiiide - and I'm g-gonna cuh-CUM..."

"No, no - no cumming till I give you permission, slave girl. If you cum before I tell you to, I'll make you ride Honey like that as I cruise all around town. So don't cum, sweetheart. Hold it back - unless you want to cum in front of everybody."

She whimpered, shivering at the vibration - and at the thought of cumming naked on the back of a Harley on a public street.

"I'll t-try...."

She shuddered, and he smiled. They both knew she'd never make it.

Amy was glistening in the sun as if she were oiled, sweat pouring from her pale body. She was shaking and jerking at the vibration tormenting her pussy and bending her mind.

She was trying to lift her pussy away from the saddle slightly, to ease the intense pressure - but Geoff caught her: "Oh, no, no, no, Punkin. Keep that sweet little pussy nice and tight against that seat. Thaaat's right - mmm, nice and snug. Feel that big old bike love you..."

The shivering nude pressed her pussy against the vibrating ridge obediently, and fought to keep from cumming. Geoff stroked his stiff bone, enjoying her torment. The beautiful young girl, his lovely property, fighting to keep from orgasming... Posed and stripped to his order...

"How very unladylike," he said coolly. "Young girls are supposed to be modest and bashful, you know - but look at you!"

She was shuddering in sexual agony. "Please let me cum, Master," she pleaded, pumping her bald wet hole against the growling, shaking machine. "Please... Oh, please..."

"What's wrong, pretty Punkin? Is your pretty pussy juicy and hot?"

"Please, Geoffie... Master..." The naked girl was dripping with sweat and hunching desperately, begging him with her eyes.

He stood and ambled over to the bike, where he took the throttle in his hand.

"Oh, no... Please..."

He smiled down at her cruelly. "Say the alphabet, slave. When you're done, you can cum."

She stared up at the weathered old face above her, squinting as if in pain -and began, her voice small and strained: "A... B... C..."

"Backwards," he said. "And slowly." He grinned as the desperate nude grimaced and shivered, nodding rapidly.

Then he twisted the throttle, increasing the vibration on the naked girl's bare, wet hole.

"Oh, G-God... Z..."

He twisted and blipped the throttle in a random rhythm, making her grimace and gasp.

"Y..."

He turned it up to the max, making the big V-Twin race. "X...."

She was weeping with the strain and the pressure, struggling to hold it back - and slipping. He twisted the throttle again.

"Unngh... Oh, God... W..."

Twist. Roar and rumble.

"Unnh... NnnNNgh.. V..."

Her bare little toes were clenched on the footpegs and quivering. The old man reached down and peeled her pussy lips back with two fingers, baring her swollen clit and forcing her to press it directly against the shaking ridge of leather.

"G-Geoff... I c-can't..."

"Don't cum, bitch!" he growled threateningly. "Don't you dare cum!"

"C-can't hold it," she cried, then grunted and shuddered, screwing herself down onto the saddle and giving up to her gushing, jerking orgasm.

He growled into her ear as she came: "I'm going to ride you all over town, little girl - just like this - tits out and pussy hanging open - barefoot and buck naked, wide open and wet, right down the middle of Fraternity Row - while the boys stare and cheer you on - 'CUM, AMY, CUM! CUM, AMY, CUM!' They'll be taking pictures..."

The poor girl cried out and spasmed in boiling electric climax, convulsed by the intensity of the vision and the crushing pressure of the vibrating saddle. Geoff kept blipping the throttle and holding her lips open, and she finally burst into tears and shuddered wildly, leaning against him and hunching like a maddened animal against the cycle in a shattering super-orgasm, just as he intended.

Geoff caught her and turned the key. The big bike sputtered to silence, but Amy kept hunching - and to his shock, she gasped, "No... More... I'm not done..."

He turned the key, stomped the starter, and held her as she finished, scrubbing her dripping pussy against the soaked, shaking leather ridge and sobbing into his chest. He held her as she slowly came down, and when he turned the bike off again, he felt her nod against his chest. "Th-thank you..." she gasped. "Thank you, Geoffie... That was so hot..."

She was still gripping the saddle behind her. He gently pulled her hands from it - and she laughed weakly. "I was pretending I was tied to it," she quavered.

He cuddled her. "Next time, you will be," he rumbled, and she mewed like a kitten and groped for him blindly.

"Y-yes," she breathed shakily. "Yes...." She relaxed against him then, limp as a rag, barely conscious.

He carried her into the house, where he bathed her tenderly and laid her naked in their bed. "Sleep till dinner, love," he whispered.

She moved toward him vaguely. "Hold me?" she asked in a tiny voice.

He had planned to make his call to Ellie, her mother: but, he thought, who could resist that?

He slipped off his T-shirt and shorts and slid into bed with her, where she fell asleep in his arms instantly. ---

They sent out for Chinese, just for a change. Amy was still too weak to cook.

As they ate at the table - sesame chicken, sweet-and-sour shrimp, Hunan beef, noodles and fried rice - they talked quietly.

"Are you going to be OK for this tomorrow?" he asked. "Maybe I shouldn't have made you ride Honey the day before we go."

She looked up at him, her strange eyes sleepy and relaxed. "I think it's just what I needed, Geoffie." She smiled lazily. "I'm not the least bit tense or worried now."

He looked at her mock-critically. "To be honest, Punkin, you look like you're a little drunk."

She giggled weakly. "Drink on love, maybe." She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, lifting her bare breasts as she heaved a deep sigh. "You're so good to me, Geoffie. You make me cum so hard." She opened her eyes and smiled at him warmly. "Dirty old man."

"Nasty little naked girl," he replied with a warm smile of his own.

---

He hummed her to sleep early, letting the Canon soothe and calm her. The old man held her till she was breathing slowly and deeply, soft and warm and relaxed beside him. Then he kissed her forehead lightly and slipped out of bed.

Geoff sat in the lone chair, where he had first watched her dance for him. He watched her sleep and thought.

After a time, he got up and walked quietly to his study, where he sat down and, with only a second's hesitation, punched in a number on his phone from memory.

He waited.

"Ellie? It's Geoff. Do you have a few minutes?"