The Nerdy Scientist

I was walking along the road after collecting some marine specimens. A truck pulled up beside me.

"Amy, would you like a lift?"

It was Chris! "No, that's alright; I don't have far to walk."

"Oh come on, it's pouring rain."

Against my better judgment, I got into his beat-up F-150.What could go wrong?I thought as we drove away.

"You know, I'm still thinking about the night at the bar. I'm so sorry for what happened. I sure would like to make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it, Chris. We all screw up sometimes. I've almost forgotten about it."That wasn't true. I fantasize quite often about what might have happened if we had gone back to his place.But logically it would be a very bad idea, I told myself.

"Oh shit," he said, looking at his phone. I just got a text. There's an emergency at the farm. I have to go there right now."

"Okay, let me off then," I said, reaching for the door handle.

"Don't worry, it will only take a couple of minutes and then I'll get you back safe and sound," he said, speeding up. He was texting as he was driving. A few times we almost left the road, and he had to yank the steering wheel to stop us from having an accident.

In a few minutes we turned into a driveway. We drove along it for a long ways, and there were lots of twists and turns. We arrived at a dilapidated farmhouse. There was an old, half-falling-down red barn to the left of it. I was getting a bit nervous.

"Go into the house. I'll be there shortly," he said, walking towards the barn. I gave some thought to running away but decided that I was overreacting. The door creaked loudly as I walked in and surveyed the inside. It was surprisingly clean, albeit cluttered with magazines, newspapers, and furniture of all sizes and shapes. There were a lot of animal trophies on the walls. Across the room a roaring wood fireplace was noisily crackling. It was quite warm, so I took off my coat. It was homey but a tad creepy.

Chris opened the door and came in at the same time as I heard a car door slam. "That will be Scott and Matt. I just texted them. I thought we could have a little party. You're okay with that, aren't you?"

"Well, I should get back. I've still got a lot of work to do. Maybe another day." I said, getting more anxious.What have I gotten myself into!

Chris turned on some music as Scott and Matt came in.

"Great to see you again, Amy. We sure enjoyed dancing with you the other day," said Matt. "We were so disappointed that you didn't party with us. And now you get the chance!"

"I just can't wait for it to start," said Scott, ripping off his coat and t-shirt.

"Slow down there, pardner," said Chris. "There will be plenty of time for that later."

Chris cleared some sofas and chairs out of the way and approached me. "I get the first dance," he said, swigging a beer can that he'd just taken out of the fridge.

I was now freaking out a bit but still intrigued with what might be going to take place.I mean isn't this turning out like my fantasy?

We danced to a slow country song. Chris held me close, and we two-stepped for a while. It was nice, and I was enjoying it, even when his hands roamed over my ass and pulled me close as I felt his penis erecting.

"I think you would be a lot more comfortable if I took off your clothes, Amy," said Chris, unbuttoning my blouse and removing it. He reached behind and undid the clasp on my bra and lifted it off.

"Fuck, those are the tits I've been whacking off to," said Scott, unzipping his pants and stroking his cock."

Chris unbuckled my jeans and pulled them off. Then he tugged down my panties, sniffed them appreciatively, and threw them to the side. "That's much better, isn't it, Amy? It is very warm in here, and I want you to be comfortable. In fact, I think we will all feel better taking off our clothes. What do you think, boys?" In short order, all of them were naked. They took turns dancing with me. It was more like fondling than dancing, though, and their erect penises kept poking me.

I was really conflicted now. Yes, I was getting horny, but I had a dread of things getting out of control. The door opened. I looked to the side as two more guys came in.

"Hey Ned and Tim, you're just in time; the party is really going to start now." They saw what was going on, and they quickly disrobed. They formed a circle around me, their penises hard and sticking out, getting closer.

"I think she wants to suck us, don't you think, guys? Get down on your knees, slut."

This isn't like my fantasy, being ordered around!They swarmed me, all trying to jam their huge penises into my mouth. I closed my mouth and tried to get up. "Get down there, bitch, and start sucking or else." I had no idea what 'or else' was, but I complied and started sucking again. They were quite rough, using my mouth and throat like they were a vagina. They started to cum huge amounts that I was having a hard time swallowing. Things were getting scary, and I wanted it to stop. But now they got me down on a sofa, lifted my legs up, and one by one fucked me in the orifice of their choosing while the other guys continued to abuse my throat with their penises.

I woke up with a start, panting and with a feeling of panic, until I realized it was all a dream. After recovering for a few minutes, as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal, I looked beside me and saw Trisha cuddled up next to Jake. Somehow that was just what I needed to calm me down. She must have crawled in with us as we slept. I was not upset by this at all. My memory of our enjoyable threesome in the hot tub was still fresh in my mind. She was awake now. I looked over and smiled at her. I noticed that her right arm was under the covers. I lifted them up, and her hand was firmly gripping Jake's erect penis.

"I've been holding it all night," she admitted, with a grin.

"Did you know that many men have erections in the morning? The slang term for it is a "pee-hard," but it actually relates to a peak in testosterone levels near the end of their sleep cycle."

"I didn't know that, Amy, but I'm sure glad they do," she said, stroking it.

"So do I. Since I've been staying with Jake, I have fellated him most mornings. We joke about it after I swallow his semen that it is my little snack before breakfast."

"That's funny! Do you mind if it's mysnackthis morning?"

"No, go right ahead. It will be interesting to watch your technique."

We pushed the covers off, and Jake woke up as soon as Trisha's lips closed over the tip of his penis.

"Oh my god, that feels great! When did you get here, Trisha?"

"She's going to have a hard time, pun intended, talking right now, Jake. She's been here most of the night. Didn't you feel her hand on your penis?"

"I guess I slept very soundly, but I did have some interesting dreams!"

"So did I, some amazingly lifelike ones. And we have Trisha to thank for that, arranging that wonderful game. Everyone really seemed to like it as well as the resulting sexual encounters."

I was enjoying watching Trisha. She didn't take his cock down her throat, but she paid a lot of attention to the tip, swirling her tongue around. She also licked down over his testicles, and he really seemed to appreciate that. It looked like this was going to take a while, so I decided to join in. I moved around in the bed so I could get access to Trisha's vagina. I wanted to see if I could get her to come as loud as she did yesterday as I started to lick her lips and clitoris. She did seem to enjoy this and was moaning softly, but I didn't get the same reaction as her dad did. I realized that I was a bit of a newcomer at this, so I shouldn't expect too much. Then I had an idea. As an experiment, knowing how much Jake loved it, I moved my tongue up a bit and starting licking her anus.

"Shit Amy, your tongue feels amazing there."

I did the same thing as I had done with Jake, tonguing inside a bit. This put her over the edge. She started sucking his penis a lot faster and then screamed just as Jake grunted and I assume came in her mouth. I was pretty happy with myself, facilitating this kind of response from them.

We both kissed Jake; Trisha's lasted longer, and I suspect that she was sharing some of his own cum with him. He didn't seem to mind. He grabbed a robe, heading for the bathroom to pee, and then I heard the coffee pot starting up. Trisha and I were in no hurry to rise. I was still horny from my dream, and she wanted more than giving a blowjob and a quick lick from me. We lay side by side, licking and sucking our nipples for a while and then shifted down so we could reach our pubic areas. Each of us had a couple of noisy orgasms as we pleasured each other for the next twenty minutes or so. Then we got up, showered, dressed, and joined Jake and Jamie in the kitchen. The others hadn't emerged yet.

Trisha went up and hugged her dad. "So honey, I have to ask, how are you feeling about what happened last night?"

"I have no regrets whatsoever," she said, still clinging to him. "What about you, Dad?"

"I'm fine with it, as long as you are. Two consenting adults, right?"

"Yes, and I must say, it was awesome! I'll leave it at that."

I was thinking of bringing up the fact that in Washington State, incest is only against the law if there is intercourse between close family members, and in the vast majority of cases, there are only charges if juveniles are involved. But I decided it was best to keep quiet. We sat around the island, drinking coffee, talking about the weather, sports, and world events.

"Good morning, everyone," Kaleisha said as she and Desmond joined us. "I just want to say that Dez and I had a great time last night, and not just for the sex, although itwasfantastic. You are all such nice people, and it was so much fun to spend Thanksgiving with you. Do you like the way I dress up for breakfast?"

We all complimented her on the way she looked. Such a nice lady, beautiful and sexy too. She was wearing lingerie. It was two-piece, brightly coloured, and see-through. It really showed off her breasts, her nipples sticking out through the flimsy fabric.

Esther and Paul finally showed up, both with smiles on their faces, leaving no doubt what they'd be up to.

After brunch, Kaleisha. Desmond and Paul decided to head for home. Before leaving, they expressed their gratitude to Esther and Jamie for the food, the company, and especially the sex, saying that it was the most fun they'd ever experienced. We all spent time on our personal devices after they left. I checked my email, and there was a request for me to go out to the sea lion colony to check on a report that one of them appeared to be in distress. It was a relatively sunny and calm day, so I thought I should get out there while I could. Jake said that he was busy with a couple of Zoom calls, so I asked Trisha if she wanted to accompany me. She was flattered that I asked her and said she'd love to go with me.

As we walked along the road, at the exact spot in my dream that Chris picked me up, I started thinking about why I was so obsessed with sex these days. It certainly wasn't just because of my scientific interest in all aspects of human behaviour. I was craving the sex almost entirely for my own personal pleasure. Although I wasn't too upset by this, I vowed to cut down on my sexual activity; no more multiple partners. It was getting out of hand, and the dream was a warning that I could potentially get hurt by it. Jake would be my primary focus now. Well maybe include Thrisha on that, I rationalized, looking over at her and remembering how much fun we had this morning. Okay, I told myself, think about the job as we arrived at the boathouse.

We stowed all the gear in the inflatable, fired up the outboard, and headed out of the bay towards the colony about twenty minutes away. It was a beautiful day with only a light chop on the water. Trisha pointed out a flock of trumpeter swans flying in formation, something that you don't see very often around the island. We didn't have to pay too much attention to finding the small rocky island that the sea lions hung out on as the smell reached us a long distance away from it. We beached the boat on the other side, and then after I grabbed the tranquilizer gun and some tools, we slowly made our way over to the herd. Right away I could see the problem--a bull was completely wrapped up in fishing line with likely a few hooks mixed up in it as well. He would need to be tranquilized if we had any hope of removing it from him.

I whispered to Trisha. "Can you walk over about a hundred yards or so and show yourself to the herd so they will be concentrating on you while I untangle and fix the bull?" As she moved over towards the spot, the herd saw her and started bellowing, just what I was hoping for. I edged closer and then shot a dart into the bull's upper body and then waited the five minutes or so for it to take affect and immobilize him. I used a pair of snips to cut all of the line and hooks to get it off of him. Some of it remained under his massive body, but when he started to move, he would likely leave it behind. I beckoned for Trisha to join me as we walked partway back to the boat at a safe distance, waiting for him to wake up. After another ten minutes, he started flopping around, the line fortunately not adhering to him as he headed back to his harem. All good, so we got back in the boat and headed for home, feeling good about saving him. He would likely have died either from hunger or drowning if it hadn't been removed. I stowed the boat, and then we sat in the office munching on some granola bars and juice while I wrote in a logbook about the details of the rescue.

"You have such an interesting job, Amy. I would love to have this for a career. I'm only taking a general course this year at Stanford. I'm hoping to specialize in my classes next year once I figure out what I want to do."

"It's a rewarding job, as you've just observed, but if you do choose it as a career, be prepared for long hours, physically demanding work at times, and relatively low pay. But, having said that, I wouldn't want to change my decision years ago to get involved in it. I love it!"

We got back in time for happy hour! Everyone was out on the deck enjoying the sunshine and drinks. I walked up to Jake, kissed him, and then told him about the day's activities. He shared his day as well, saying that it was very boring compared to what we'd been up to. We spent an hour in pleasant conversation and then loaded up our plates with leftovers and sat in the dining room. After doing the dishes, we relaxed in the family room and watched a couple of Netflix movies on their big-screen TV. I was waiting for Trisha to suggest another Pictionary game, but I think that she sensed that we were all satiated, for the time being, from all that took place the evening before.

Jake and I went to bed around eleven. We were both reading from our tablets when Trisha opened the door.

"Okay, if I join you," she said, rather timidly. We both nodded. "I wanted to make sure. I don't want to screw up your relationship," she said, quickly taking off her clothes and crawling under the covers with us. I saw her hand sliding down under the comforter searching for Jake's penis. I knew that she'd found it when Jake lurched a bit but then smiled. As I drifted off to sleep, the last thing I thought about was whether I was going to have another dream session with Chris and the boys. I was kind of horny, hoping that I would and see where things went this time with them. Of course I told myself, "This will never happen in real life." But part of me did want it, wanted it badly!I've got to stop these dangerous thoughts!