Harper & Sam

 Harper was the daughter of a farmer, and Sam was the son of the helping hand. Harper and Sam were inexperienced, and the struggles of the real world were new to them both.

A new advisor to the district court established outlandish policies that stripped much of the land workers' earnings.

Harper wanted to help her family, but she knew of no legitimate way of doing so. Inspired by her father's stories of heroes and villians, Harper pressured Sam to accompany her on an adventure. They set out for a known bandit hideout to rob them.

"Make a distraction. I'll sneak by and take the jewelry." Harper commanded.

Sam made a nervous gulp down his throat before approaching the drunken man.

Mistaking Sam for the wench, the man grabbed at Sam.

"If you won't keep your mouth shut, I'll shut it for you!" The man's anger rose.

"No, sir! I'll keep quiet."

Sam squirmed, but the drunken man forced him onto his knees before pulling at his own tunic to reveal his genitals. His member bobbed about. Sam smelled its sweat and musk.

"No, I'm not..."

Sam tried to plead, but the man grabbed him by his long hair and yanked. Sam toppled forward into the man's crotch. Sam gasped, and in an instant, his mouth became filled by the man's member, and along with it--the taste of sweat.

Harper watched on--agape. She nearly forgot the plan while watching the man hump away at Sam's face.

Sam watched Harper sneak behind the man, and attempted to call to her for help, but his cries came out as mere hums from his throat.

"That's right. Massage me with your sweet song, girl!"

The man withdrew from Sam to pat at his cheeks encouragingly.

"Harp..." Sam tried to call out before the man jammed his member into his mouth once more.

"Yes, girl. A tune. Sing a harp tune for me." He laughed.

Sam tried to protest, but his choked words only teased the man all the more. The man let up on his thrusts to let Sam do all the work with his hums. Sam's vibrating throat excited the man's member. It spewed slowly at first--gently filling Sam's mouth. But, it increased in intensity, and gushed tickled the back of his throat. Sam clenched his throat tight, but feeling his mouth about to erupt, he tried to let out a scream, only to allow shots to rush down. He gasped, and choked on the man's cum--coughing most of it up, and out of his mouth. It all glossed his lips and chin with a sheen.

"Atta girl." The man teased. "Now, on your way, 'fore I give you seconds."

Sam watched Harper slide out of the room. He stammered to his feet to follow.

"Well done, Sammy!" Harper celebrated.

"Yuck!" Sam wiped the glaze of semen and drool from his mouth.

"But, look. We got it, Sam. We got them all!"

Harper's arms were full of jewelry.