Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2019 18:36:25 -0500 From: Nicholas DePuy Subject: Abby's Discovery 20 Please donate to Nifty and keep these stories available for all. Thank you. Usual disclaimers, don't read if you're not allowed. This story has sexual representation among minors and adults. Stop reading this now if that's not what you're into. All characters are fictional. Chapter 20 A little while after we'd fallen asleep, I had to get up to pee. Kelley's arm was wrapped around me so I ended up waking him. "Sorry, gotta pee." "S'ok"He said sleepily. "Actually, I do to." We went to the bathroom and, ever the gentleman, he let me go first. There was another bathroom downstairs but neither of us wanted to bother. I peed, then he did and flushed. In the hall we heard Mom and Dad making love. We stopped and listened for a minute, then went back to bed. I snuggled up against him again and he put his arm back around me. Mom and Dad were getting louder and Kelley soon was hard, his penis poking me in the back. I rolled over and looked into his eyes. "Sorry, I can't help it." "I don't want you to help it, but can I?" His eyes widened a little and he nodded. I gently took his dick in my hand and began to stroke. "Tell me what you like, soft, hard, fast, slow?" "You're doing great." He was already breathing hard. It didn't take long, and he sprayed his muscular chest and belly. "Wow, you're great at that." I smiled and kissed him. Then I moved down to his chest to lick him clean. "Abby, you don't have to-" "Shhh, this way we don't have to get up again. Don't worry, I told you it's not nasty. Remember? I like your flavor." He relaxed and I went to work. The taste of his skin mixed with the cum was heavenly. I licked him clean then just kept licking him. He was hard again by the time I was done. I took him into my mouth, licking his head, getting the last dollop out of his slit, teasing the ridge. He was breathing heavily again and I slowly worked his cock to the back of my throat. I eased back up and back down, not stopping at my throat. I opened my throat and swallowed the rest of him. "Fuck!" He gasped. "How-" he looked down and saw my throat, swollen around his cock. I came up for air and smiled at him. "You like that?" "Yeah, doesn't it hurt or gag you?" I shook my head and went down on him again. I bobbed, licked and deep throated him. I felt his dick swell in my throat and I started swallowing. The muscles in my throat working against his cock head. "Unnngggg!" He bucked and I held on. His bucking was driving his head even deeper and I could feel the pulses of cum as they shot down my throat. I eased off of him, milking the last of his cum from his dick with my tongue and lips. I released him with a pop and swallowed the last little bit I'd gotten. I put my head on his chest and cuddled him until he settled down. "So, about you..." He said I just shook my head. "I'm good, for now. Let's go to sleep." "Are you sure? I mean I'd like to learn how to please you too." "I like the itch I've got right now. Yes, getting you off made me horny, I just want to let my feeling stew a little longer. Soon, trust me." He chuckled "Ok." We settled down to sleep, my pussy itching deliciously. The next day, we did yoga and our school work. I finished my proposals for the extra money and gave them to Mrs Bowers. She looked them over and nodded. "You feel up to presenting to someone else?" I blanched slightly. "Um, I don't know if I'm ready for that." "Don't worry, these are very approachable people. If it helps, imagine them naked." I laughed "Ok, I'll give it a shot." She got up and headed for the door. "Now?" I yelped. "We need to go to the council chair and set up a time. As it so happens, the chairman runs the store." I followed her out and we went to the store. "Hello Gabriel, hows it going." Then he noticed me "Hi there, what's your name? I saw you and your parents but we were never introduced properly." "I'm Abby sir." "Well come sit down, what can I do for you ladies? I'm Chuck by the way." I shook his hand. We sat down, and after a second of silence, Mrs Bowers nudged me. "Right, so um, I've got a couple proposals here for the surplus from the greenhouse. I'd like to present them to the council." "Excellent, may I see them?" I handed them over. The first one was for another garden, much bigger than the original, to be planted near the town square. Most of the cost was in irrigation and the last was seed. I had outlined that we'd share the work maintaining the garden to volunteers who would in turn, get most of the food. The remaining quarter of the yield would then be sold to fund further projects. I had outlined water consumption and all the other costs that the coffers would absorb easily. "My my, you've done your homework. Yes we do run at a surplus that we donate at the end of each year. The additional water will barely make a dent in that. Do you have plans for these future projects you mention?" "Yes sir, there are a ton of regenerative AG projects we could do. Also, any one of my other proposals could be started with the surplus." He grinned at Mrs Bowers "Sharp one you've got here." She just nodded "Telly me Abby, how old are you?" "I just turned 10 last week." He chuckled. "You've got a smart teacher here too. When she brought your greenhouse proposal, she didn't tell us who had done it, just a couple of her students. I think it would have been a hard sell if we knew it was from a nine year old." I didn't know what to say. "Well" He said pulling out the next one. This was for the chickens. There were actually two but I put the larger project first. "Chickens, huh. Producing compost and eggs AND eliminating food waste too. We don't have a need for this much compost here, what do you propose we do with it?" "We could sell it outside the community, I bet there are people out there that would jump at the chance to have local compost from the `nudies'. We won't produce a huge amount so the niche market should be there." He bellowed laughter "The nudies," He said "you're probably right there. Nice marketing angle. What about the eggs? Sell them in the store?" "Not at first, we'd give voucher to people who bring us food waste. Those vouchers could then be traded for eggs. For every pound of waste we'd give one voucher. Two vouchers gets you a dozen eggs while the birds are laying. During the winter when production slows, two vouchers would get half a dozen. This way, we get people to buy in to the process of separating and bringing their waste to us. The remainder of the eggs would be sold to pay for organic feed, supplements, litter, and offset the additional water they will need." He nodded grinning and set that aside. The next is a smaller scale version. No vouchers, people just separate the food and bring it. Eggs to be sold and the compost goes to the green house and school garden. "We can start with this and see what the buy-in is. If we have a lot of people voicing an interest in the voucher system the we can use the proceeds from the eggs and expand." "Very wise of you!" The last was simple, a course on Regenerative AG and how people can eat better for less. The money would be spent on handouts and starter kits. "And who would teach this course?" Shit, he stumped me. Mrs Bowers cleared her throat and looked pointedly at me. "Me!?" "Why not? Chuck said, "You've given a wonderful presentation here. Your jitters only lasted for about 10 seconds. That's better than many adults that come to us wanting something." "I think she'd be perfect." Mrs Bowers said. "Wonderful!" Chuck said rubbing his hands together. "How's Saturday for you?" "Good, great!" I said. "Excellent, 9 am?" I nodded, a little stunned. "I'll let the others know." Chuck said getting up. "Do you have copies of all this? Can I take them?" "Yes, its all on my iPad. Will we have a tv or a projector that I can put it up on? I can provide paper copies too for later review." He grinned again at Mrs Bowers. "Perfect, we'll make sure we have the big screen on." The rest of the day I went over my presentation, making sure it was perfect. I planned on doing a little preaching about regenerative AG and needed visuals to drive the point home. I practiced my speech, pacing around the music room. I hardly saw Kelley at all. At home, Kelley started dinner. "So how'd it go?" "Good, I think I made a good impression. He kept commenting on how smart I am." "You are smart." He said, hearing the doubt in my voice. "But not special smart, just average smart." He laughed and kissed my nose. "Modest too, no wonder I fell in love with you." I giggled. I helped Kelley in the kitchen. He'd done some cooking at home since his parents just ate `crap' when he didn't. Dad walked in and sniffed. "Did you guys start dinner?" "Yeah Dad, Kelley's cooking!" Alex called from the living room. Dad walked in, "Kelley I didn't mean you had to cook too." "It's no problem Bob, it's a lot more fun with a helper." He bumped his hip against mine. "We'll shoot, what am I gonna do then?" "Take your clothes off and relax." I said He did strip, but came out to the kitchen to watch. Dad was an ok cook, Mom was terrible. He watched as Kelley set the veggies in a brine. "What's that?" "Basically a ferment brine. Aka pickle juice. But not Vlassic, the good bacteria that's in a good pickling brine adds to the probiotic health in the body. Those will soak for about half an hour the be quick braised to bring out the flavor. I brought my starter from home since it will just go to waste there. Do you guys like pickles and sauerkraut?" "Yeah, mostly." Dad said "Daaad, I love pickles!" I said. "Good, we'll be having some sort of fermented food with most every meal. I'll start a batch of `kraut after dinner. Dad just shook his head, smiling. When Mom got home, Kelley announced that dinner would be ready in 10. "Sheesh Bob, the kid's been here two days and you're making him cook?" "He practically kicked me out of the kitchen!" "Did not!" Kelley said laughing "I let you watch." Mom got undressed and came out to investigate. The chicken was on the cutting board resting there was a layer of cheese and some sort of salsa-looking stuff baked into it. Kelley bustled about putting things on the table. The veggies were done and smelled wonderful. "Is that bacon I smell?" Mom asked sniffing them "I braised them in bacon fat." There were also small portions of rice on the plates. The rice had a golden look to them. "Cooked in chicken broth and finished with butter." He said to our curious looks "I'd like to make saffron rice but we didn't have any." Mom and Dad smiled at each other. `We' not `you'. Kelley fixed the plates and took them to the dining room. The table was set beautifully. There were little crocks of yogurt and sauerkraut on the table too. He set down the last plate, pulled his apron off and we all sat down. He told us to try some yogurt on the chicken then some sauerkraut. Just a spoonful was all we needed. I tried the chicken first and it was wonderful. Juicy and a little sweetness in there somehow. Then I tried the yogurt on a bite and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I tried the sauerkraut but liked the yogurt better. The veggies were amazing tangy, smoky and still slightly crunchy. God I hated mushy veggies. The rice was good, smooth and flavorful it my main focus was on the veggies and chicken. Alex and Mom both deemed the sauerkraut better, while Dad was in my court with the yogurt. Kelley actually used both. When we were done, Dad said "Damn kiddo, that was the best meal I've had in years. You're hired!" Kelley laughed, "Just wait till we have better quality ingredients. By the way, can I help do the shopping?" Moms eyebrows shot up. "Hell Yes!" The rest of us hated shopping so Mom always went alone. Kelley started the sauerkraut, he had also brought a crock for it. He sliced the cabbage and put it in the crock then he dumped in a bunch of salt and mixed it with his hands. He added some pepper and then dumped his starter into the crock. "That was all your starter!" I protested. He chuckled, "And I'll have even more when this batch is done." He added a weight to the top of the cabbage, then the top. He set it be the stove where it would stay warm. "You don't refrigerate it?" "Nope, not while it working. Once it's done I will." We cleaned up together, the others breaking the cardinal rule of `the cook don't clean' but the others had wandered off some place. We went to the living room and heard it. Thumping and moaning coming from upstairs. I was a little miffed that they'd gone off to fuck while we got stuck cleaning the kitchen. Kelley chuckled, "Nothing like a good meal to get the libido going." I realized he was right. I was horny! I grabbed his hand and took him to my room. I laid on the bed. "You ready for your first lesson?" He grinned and came to me. First, I showed him how to play with my nipples. He gently brushed his fingers over them. They were already hard, his touch made them painfully so. Next I showed him how to pinch and roll them. He did and I had my first orgasm of the night. He played with my nipples for another minute then gently sucked one into his mouth. "Harder," I moaned "tease the tip with your- ohhhhh!" He did it just right, bringing me over again. When I had calmed down a bit he played with the other one some more then gently dragged his fingernails across it. "Oh my god! Fuuuuuuckkk!" I screamed with another. Jesus! This sexy man had brought me off 3 times in as many minutes and hadn't even touched my cunt yet. I took his hand and eased it down my body to my pussy. I worked his finger into my folds and rubbed my clit with it. "That's my clit, treat it like a nipple. He did, I was panting hard, trying to keep my head. But when he rolled it I went off again, squirting a little. Then he was moving his face down. He teased my clit with his tongue. "Mmmm, a little harder." He stroked my clit again and I was gripping the sheets and shaking one more lick and I was off again. I bucked against his face. He rode it out with me, continuing his licking. My orgasm lasted and lasted. Finally I had to tell him to stop. I lay there panting as he gently brushed his hands over my legs and belly. "Now, do that again, but when I cum, slide two fingers in me and curl them up until you feel a spongy spot. Be aggressive with your fingers. Oh and be prepared to get soaked." He did as I said and when I came again (5? 6? I lost count) he shoved his fingers in me and rubbed my G-spot. I let out a breathless wheeze/whine. My throat was locked down with the force of my orgasm. I sprayed, hard. Kelley took it like a trooper, never letting go of my clit or milking my g-spot for all it was worth. When I was milked dry, I made a weak motion with my hand. It was all I could manage. He got the message and let go, easing his fingers from me. He wiped my cum from his eyes and sat up watching me come back to earth. I slowly did and smiled at him. His face was dripping with my cum, his hair was wet, and I had soaked the sheet too. "That. Was. The. Best. Cum. Of my life." I was panting so hard still it was difficult to get the words out. He grinned, not lewdly, but just happy that I was happy. He was rock hard and I debated fucking him right there. I decided I'd wait though and spun around to suck him off. He came quickly filling my mouth with his wonderful cum. We went to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I washed his hair, his strong shoulders and back. It was very sensual. He washed me too. I put my wet hair up in a towel and grabbed an extra to put on the pillow. We laid down, away from the wet spot, and he pulled me to him. He wrapped his arms around me and I was instantly asleep. The story is done and 53 chapters, I'd still love to hear feedback though!