Rumspringa and the Nymph

"Show me," Brook said. "Open you mouth and show me."

At this point, Emma put her full faith and trust into Brook. She placed her hands under her chin and opened her mouth. a waterfall of milky fluid flowed out and into her hands. She wiggled her tongue and swished what was left in her mouth from side to side. Her hands couldn't fully contain the entire puddle she was holding, and some slipped from between her fingers and dripped onto her dress.

"Now swallow," Brook instructed. Emma obediently followed. She closed her mouth, tilted her head back, and gulped. Brook watched as a lump traveled down her throat, imagining his juice plopping into her stomach. Emma then took her cupped hands full of juice, placed it at her open mouth, and once again tilted her head back and let the liquid slide into her mouth.

In three gulps it was mostly gone. Emma pulled her hands from her chin and held them in front of her. She opened and closed her fingers, watching the threads of dew stretch and compress between them. She licked her palms clean and sucked each finger one by one. She held her hands out to Brook, wiggling her fingers to get the last bit of stickiness off. Eventually she wiped the remainder onto her dress, next to drips pooled onto her chest from earlier.

Emma bit her finger while grinning, one shoulder up and swaying side to side.

"That was delicious. What was that?" she asked curiously.

"That," Brook responded as he slumped back in his chair in ecstacy, "was payment." His eyes looked into space and his body collapsed in a state of complete relaxation. Never had he came so hard. Their quiet moment of bonding was interrupted, however, by the flash of red and blue lights from behind. Brook hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the rode. They waited. Emma passed Brook a nervous glance, but he just looked back with a sly smile while tucking his beauty back into his pants.

"It was totally worth it," he said. "You're so beautiful." Emma bashfully turned away, still giddy from her first time truly sharing her beauty.

Eventually, from outside the driver-side door, a masculine voice rose up. "License and registration," it said. The truck was too high for Emma to see what the person looked like. Brook shuffled around until he produced a card and sheet of paper. He handed them to the invisible man. After a moment the voice came again. " I'm going to have to ask you to step down."

"What's the matter, Officer? I was driving under the speed limit," Brook protested as he pulled the door handle and propped the door ajar. He waited hesitantly.

"Just come down, Brook," spoke the officer, demonstrating a sense of familiarity. Brook rolled his eyes, but followed through with the command. He stepped down and closed the door behind him. Emma scrambled to the driver seat and peered down below. A tall, muscular man in brown uniform flashed her a glance through dark sunglasses perched on his nose.

Emma held in a chuckle at the sight of his clean-shaved face. He looked like a child, she thought. The officer squinted, but after assessing she posed no threat, he brought his attention back to Brook. One by one, the officer gave Brook odd commands that, when Brook followed through with them, made them more confounding. Emma watched Brook touch his nose and count to one hundred. She watched him walk in a straight line. Finally the officer relented on the orders, visibly miffed.

"You're 100% sober, so what the fuck were you doing swerving all over the road?" the officer chastised. Brook stood silent. "I'm not taking you to jail this time, Brook, so be grateful. But I am writing you another ticket."

"Wait, wait, wait, Brady," Brook resisted. "I can't afford another point to my record, you know that. This here is my living we're talking about."

"Don't give me that sad-sap story you always give," the officer rebutted.

"Look, how about we settle things right now. See that girl right there?" Brook pointed at Emma and Emma quickly ducked behind the door. Brook's words trailed to whispers. Slowly, Emma peaked over the window again and the officer glanced up. He studied her more closely this time and noticed a flaky substance peeling from Emma's chin and white stains on her chest. They whispered for a few more moments, and then shook hands approvingly. Emma wondered what all the commotion was about.

"Young lady," the officer spoke in his deep voice. The officer rested his hands on his belt as Brook took a step aside. "I'm going to ask you to come down."

Emma paused, unsure of what to do. Was she in trouble?

Almost reading her mind, Brook assured her everything was okay. "You're not in trouble, Emma. The officer here just found out you'll be joining me to Ohio and says you need to pay him before you can cross. I told him how beautiful you were and he wanted to know first hand." Emma blushed and disappeared into the cabin. The officer looked at Brook.

"Sweety," Brook continued, "I'll make sure you're okay."

The door propped open and a foot stuck out. Then a second as Emma carefully climbed down the side of the truck. The officer was struck with what he saw. Her dress did not cover up her intimate parts at all. He could see the sun glisten from between her legs. Emmas bare feet sunk into the warming dirt and she stood in front of the officer, hand in hand hanging to her front, with her now infamous puppy dog eyes on display.

"She's absolutely gorgeous," said the officer.

Brook knelt down before her and whispered in her ear, "Show him how beautiful you truly are." This put that smile back onto Emma's face and she felt giddy and warm again. The officer reached out his hand and Emma grabbed hold of it. He slowly walked her along side the truck and around the back so they were hidden from the road.

"Brook told me you had a lot to give, personally," spoke the officer. he placed his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her down. Emma took the hint and kneeled before his trousers, much like that woman in the magazine. He produced his beauty before her, like Brook had done just minutes before, and Emma could not believe the sheer willingness of the English to share with her their most intimate treasure. She truly must be so beautiful.

Emma stuck out her tongue, pressed it into the tip of the officer's manhood, and lifted it into her mouth. After of moment of savoring the taste, she bobbed her head back and forth until she heard the officer moaning loudly. She looked up into his eyes and couldn't help enjoy the sight of this strange man in the throes of pure ecstacy. This made her bob her head faster and faster.

The officer placed his large hands atop her small head and began taking control of the rhythm and pacing. He would force his whole beauty deep into her mouth, passing her uvula and into her throat. She would gag and grab his ass trying to pull away. Her eyes teared and face turned red has he rammed his spear deep into her mouth, her cheek pressing against his abdomen.

His thrusting sped up and then stopped. He pressed her face deep into his crotch, and Emma could feel his member swell up and stretch out her throat. Emma struggled to breath as she felt large globs of thick liquid pour down her throat. She tasted a ribbon of salty-sweetness land on her tongue as he slowly pulled out. His beauty went limp and Emma could breath again.

Emma, disappointed it all went down her throat and she didn't get to "drink" it, defiantly grabbed the officer's dick tightly at the base and pulled up, squeeze every last drop onto her protruding tongue.

Still not enough, she closed her lips over the limp head and sucked as hard as she could. He didn't give up the second load easily, but Emma persevered. She watched as his balls raised up and suddenly another load poured into her mouth. She looked up at the officer with a look of gratitude. She let the load sit on the tongue as she took in the complex flavors.

The officer watched in shock. Emma opened her mouth in front of the officer and swished the juices around with her tongue so he could see his load, then swallowed it all in one big gulp. The weak-kneed officer stepped back speechless. He nodded approvingly, then waddled to his car without saying a word. Emma recognized that look of relaxation at the end and knew he truly enjoyed her beauty. She giggled to herself and wondered why both Brook and the officer tasted so different. She climbed back into the truck cabin and was greeted by Brook again in the driver seat.

"How was it?" Brook asked.

"It was good, but yours tastes better, I think," she responded. Brook smirked. He started the engine and they continued back on the road. Emma sat in her chair in a daze. She just couldn't believe how willingly people shared their beauty. She didn't have enough. She wanted more. After a couple of hours reminiscing about the two men, she looked to Brook.

"Can you share me with more men?" Emma asked innocently. "I want as many men as I can to share my beauty with. I want to swallow every drop they have to give me." Brook was impressed with how quickly she turned. She was a flower just ready to bloom. And he knew exactly what to do with his newfound nymph. He knew exactly where to take her.

The road grew long and hypnotic. The tension between Emma and Brook subsided a bit and comfort started to set in. Their longing stares turned to giggles, like they were sharing an inside joke no one else knew. Emma climbed into Brook's lap and slipped between his legs. Brook hit the cruise control and spread his legs to accommodate her. Emma wistfully reach for Brooks pants, unzipped him, and pulled out his beauty once more. She put his semi-hard rod in her mouth and sucked gently, almost like a pacifier, sporadically playing with it and experimenting with different maneuvers.

Brook kept his eyes on the road this time. He lied one hand on her head and petted her soft, short hair, occasionally sweeping her hair from her face, and just enjoyed the moment. As they traveled along, Brook would occasionally surprise her with another mini-load. She would swallow it and just continue sucking gently like nothing had happened. Eventually she fell asleep, her head in his lap, his cock in her mouth.

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Emma woke to a series of stops and the occasional turn. She opened her eyes and noticed herself wrapped in a thin blanket in the sleeper of the cabin. She pulled at her blanket and rolled to her side so she could watch her savior navigating the truck, gripping the steering wheel with his massive hands. She slowly sat up, causing the blanket to fall to her waist and exposing her bare chest. Emma didn't think much of it- she felt safe with Brook around- but her eyes quickly scanned the room for her missing dress.

She found her knapsack on one of the shelves and her dress by the cabin door. She stretched and yawned softly, then slumped over. She grabbed a small sewing kick from her knapsack, walked into the main cabin, snatched her dress and sat cross-legged naked on the passenger chair. She furrowed her brow with each missed attempt at threading the eye, but finally managed to push it through while the truck stopped at a light, despite the constant rumbling of the engine. She tied the thread off and began re-hemming her dress.

She grabbed a small pair of scissors and cut a deep back out and then hemmed that as well. She trimmed the shoulders, but left the collar in place. She moved quickly with a clear idea in mind. Again, Emma took inspiration from the woman in the magazine. This, she felt, could only make her more beautiful.

Emma looked to Brook, who so far remained steadfast on the road. She stood between the chairs and held her new dress to her naked body.

"What do you think, Sir?" She asked, fishing for attention.

Brook grunted. "Put it on."

Without missing a beat, Emma lifted the skirt overhead and slipped it on. The skirt was even shorter than before, a feat that left her purely indecent. Her breasts peaked out the side, showing off what little side-boob she had. Only the collar she buttoned around her neck kept the top of the dress up. Her shoulders and back were completely exposed. Emma took notes on where it could be cinched and adjusted further, but stayed largely undeterred. She made the biggest changes already, and felt freer than ever. Emma grabbed the hem of her skirt and twisted side to side, clearly proud of her work.

Brook's gaze shifted slowly from Emma's bare feet, up her scantily clad body, to her adorable rosy cheeks. He could feel his pants tighten, but resisted the temptress for now. He took one final turn, hit the brakes, and shifted the truck into "park".

"Lunch time," Brook spoke. Emma looked out the window. The wheat fields took a momentary break, opening up to a small trucker's rest stop with a restaurant and gas station. She saw dozens of trucks scattered about, some neatly parked in a line, others parked in random spots along the dirt ground. Emma had packed some food into her knapsack, but jumped at the opportunity to try food of the English.

"Oh, can I join, Sir?" she requested. "I've never had food from the outside before." Brook smirked at her. "Of course." He had come to this spot specifically for her. Emma jumped with excitement. She crawled across Brooks lap, pushed the door open and practically leapt out of the truck and onto the ground.

All her commotion created an avalanche of turned heads and glaring stares. The area was swarming with men. She could feel herself practically drowning in eyes. What an opportunity to show off her new dress! She stretched out her body to absorb the energy of the place, then twirled around in pure bliss. The day had warmed up and Emma felt the heat rising from the ground and between her legs.

"You'll need these," Brook hollered. Two strappy, heeled sandals landed on the ground next to Emma. They looked eerily similar to the shoes the woman wore in Emma's magazine. How did he know? Where did he get these? Emma sat on the ground, spread her legs and quickly strapped them on. Once on, she stood up as tall as she could. Everything looked different from her new height. She felt on top of the world!

She began posing with her new shoes, tossing her head back and bending her leg like she was in mid stride; crossing her legs and bending over. Brook step to the ground and wiped the dirt off her bent-over ass. Emma jumped up and hugged him tightly. With the heels on, she was able to rest her head onto his chest. She leapt away and pranced around, then stumbled and fell to the ground. She struggled to stand back up until Brook grabbed her by the underarms and lifted her. Emma blushed and decided to slow down a bit.

Emma clasped Brooks arms tightly, practically hanging on as they walked, still not used to her newly acquired height. She walked as proudly as she could, despite dangling off another human, swaying her hips with each step. Her dress was so short she could no longer hide her ass and if the dress bounced just right her bare pussy was equally exposed.

They climbed a couple steps to the diner and Brook escorted her through the door. The bell hanging from the door rang, a gentleman looked up, and invited them to pick any seat. The room felt a bit stuffy and hot. The plastic seats and warn out wood betrayed the diner's old age.

Sunlight streaked through the skylight and illuminated particles of dust floating in the air, but not much else. Though the room half-filled with dining men, the room rung silent. That is, until Emma took the quest to find the best seat in the diner a bit too seriously, jumping from one available seat to the next until she could confidently say she knew the answer. This was all new to Emma and Brook did not dare tamp down her excitement.

Finally she picked the two backless stools at the corner of the bar in front of the entrance. She wanted everyone that walked in to get a glimpse of her. She hopped on to the red plastic seat and straddled it between her legs. Her bare ass pressed down on it, spreading her cheeks apart. Her feet dangled and her skirt was so short her asshole made an appearance every time she leaned forward. She wiggled her legs and bounced on her seat waiting for the gentleman to offer them a menu. Brook lugged his weight over the stool beside her and plopped down with a thump.

The gentleman behind the bar walked over. "What will it..." mid-sentence the gentleman noticed Emma's sparingly clothed body. "Be?" he finally finished, switching his glance to Brook.

"Tell Larry to come up front," Brook said, ignoring his question. The gentleman looked Brook over suspiciously. He called out for Larry while never taking his eyes completely off Brook. A rotund man soon waddled into the bar area dressed in a grease-stained arpong, carrying a metal spatula and a weary expression. He instantly recognized Brook. He grabbed the front of his heavily soiled apron and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He approached Brook and pressed his entire weight onto the edge of the bar.

"You have some nerve coming here. You going to pay me back?" Larry asked. Emma was still bouncing in her chair, catching his eye. He flashed her a glance, then looked back to Brook.

"Something like that," Brook answered. "This here is Emma."

Larry looked her over again. Emma carried a big smile and exuberant energy. He saw her half-naked body and felt a bit of inspiration growing, but ignored it. "What of it?"

"Look..." Brook spoke. He glanced to either side and beckoned Larry to another corner of the bar. Emma unwrapped the napkin from a set of utensils and began to play with it as the two men spoke. Emma could hear them whispering and noticed Larry kept looking at her from around his shoulder. Emma knew what they were talking about and couldn't wait to milk another man. The gentleman behind the bar folded his arms and stared at Emma. Emma put a fork and a spoon in either corner of her mouth and made silly faces at him. He smirked. Then Larry called out for him.

"David, c'mon," said Larry. The gentleman waved, "bye", to Emma and joined the other two men in their huddle. Then all three shook hands. Brook stepped away from the group and sat next to Emma again.

"Emma," Brook began, "those two men have our food waiting for us in the back, but you need to go back their with them and pay them. Can you show those two men how beautiful you are?"

This was no longer a surprise to Emma. She looked up at Brook with the utensils still in her mouth, closed her eyes tight and gave him a giant close-mouthed grin while nodding slowly. She reveled the moment. She obediently stepped from her stool and then inbetween the two men on the other side of the bar. She grab each of their hands and the three of them disappeared behind the swinging kitchen doors.

Emma scanned the kitchen area. The floor was spotty and slippery. She took care to avoid the black punctuated mats that haphazardly dressed the tile floor. A burner heated a giant boiling vat on the stove and pans hung off little hooks from shelves. She dragged her fingers across the pans, making them sing as they tapped each other mid-swing. The men walked her to the giant humming refrigerators and then stood there not sure what to do next, so Emma sprung to the occasion.

She pushed them both against a giant metal sink and stood in front of them ready to perform. She struck poses this time she had never done before. She had so much beauty to share, so decided to be more open and risque. Emma faced the men and lifted her skirt, showing her bald beaver. She turned around and bent over, then grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. The floor was too dirty for her, so she walked up to the men and squatted in front of them. She reached between their legs and rubbed her hands into their pants. She could feel their bodies stiffen.