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Subject: {ASSM} Summer Job 
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Date: Sun, 07 May 2017 04:10:02 -0400
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Summer Job
 
    Wondering how I let  my brother talk me into this summer job.  It isn't 
quite your typical job,  at least not for a female.  This summer to help 
pay for my tuition at  Marist College my brother has found me this really cool 
summer  job.
    It isn't that I  haven't heard of the workplace before, as my brother 
has worked there for a  number of years and I have heard the stories growing 
up.  My brother is  quite a bit older then me, so as a young girl I have 
visited this place on the  Hudson River with my brother and even gone to the 
Open House that included a bus  tour and close examination of the equipment.
    What might this  unusual job entail?  Well It is a stone quarry, one of 
the biggest on the  East Coast and most of its product is shipped to the 
Metropolitan area of New  York.  Shipped by open deck barges.  Brief 
explanation is that stone  runs from a chute onto an open deck barge with four foot 
rails.  Then when  the day is finished the barges are shipped down to New 
York City in a tow.   The problem is that the stone is sold by the yard and not 
by the ton; so that a  series of measurements are needed to compute the 
yardage.  Before that is  done the piles of stone need to be raked down and 
smoothed somewhat and the  decks of the barges cleaned of stone.
    So the barge is  150' x40', railings running along the two sides and 
bulkheads on each end.   The bulkheads are like 10' high and you have to climb 
into the box to do your  raking and hopefully no shoveling.  Then you use a 
rod to measure the depth  of the stone and a tape to measure the width.  
Actually a little more  complicated then that; but that isn't what this story 
is  about.
    Stone quarries do  not have a lot of females working at them, so I 
found myself paired with another  "college summer help" to do this thankless 
job.  
    Two weeks and I  have a great tan on my arms and legs and neck.  My 
arms and legs ache from  the shoveling and raking and helping to tie up the 
barges.  Getting in  shape in this job, in shape to sleep when not working.
    There is plenty of  stone; but for a change, not so many barges to be 
loaded this day.  When we  finish dressing the stone and gauging, we will 
most likely be sent to shovel  somewhere else in the loading area.  Always 
shoveling and repairs to be  done.
    The sun is a lovely  bright orb in the clear sky and will burn you 
quickly and make you sweat  profusely if working outdoors.  The high bulkheads 
are our only shield from  the sun as me and my partner take a breather on one 
of the end  decks.
    It isn't a pretty  blue river; but a wide, deep muddy one; but still I 
would love to take my steel  toed work shoes off and dangle my legs and feet 
in it.  
    My partner is Jeff  and he is eighteen like me and starting college in 
the fall.  Not the same  school, that would be too weird.  He like me is a 
relative of a plant  employee.
    In spite of the  lack of scows, we both have succeeded in becoming 
dusty and sweaty from the  manual labor.  I think my body is toughening up; but 
my muscles don't feel  like that at the moment.  
    I am a tall girl or  young woman, tall and willowy so to speak.  Not 
think; but not really big  in any part other then I think my butt is too wide 
for my frame.  
    You can't dress  good here on the job, it is more functional.  My 
normal uniform a pair of  shorts, cutoff jeans today and a tee shirt or tank top. 
 Then my hard hats  and work gloves, life jacket when on the water and 
steel toed work shoes and  thick socks.  I keep my hair that is a nice dark, 
rich brown color tucked  underneath a doo rag to try to keep the dust from 
making it like steel  wool.  Also glasses, safety ones that I needed to get for 
the job, since I  am blind as a bat without them.
    Jeff is as tall as  me; but stocky and the little fat he had on his 
body, pretty much turned to  muscle through the raking and shoveling.  His 
safety gear the same as mine,  but he wears shorts a lot and prefers tee shirts 
to tank tops.  
    It is allowed out  on the boats; but we keep long pants for if we have 
to work anywhere other then  the barges.  Safety is paramount and some of 
this old rusty equipment will  rip the crap out of your legs and other parts.
    Anyway, one more  scow to rake and measure and we can take a longer 
breather out on the loaded tow  of scows, away from prying eyes wondering why 
we aren't up shoveling on a  conveyor or in some dark damp tunnel.
    My brother does  watch out for me, so he gives us some time to rest 
after finishing the scows,  before throwing us to work in other areas.  
    See how much you  can learn about jobs you never think about; while 
reading a short story.   Oh, I could tell you so much more.
    As we finished  writing down the measurements for the last scow, the 
tugboat comes along and we  help with preparing the tow for being shipped down 
the river.  Tightening  up the scow lines holding the barges together and 
then passing the book of  measurements to the tugboat so they can bring them 
into dock office to be put in  the computer for ticketing.  Grabbing a 
couple of water bottles from the  cooler on the deck first.
    Peace and quite as  we put away the paint cans for marking measurement 
spots and the tape and  rod.  We have some time out away to relax; before 
joining the rest of the  crew.
    The pleasure boats  just starting to move up and down the river.  
Showing off their life of  leisure as we sit and watch them pass, some waving as 
they go by.  Jeff  straining to see the women on the boats and what they are 
wearing or should I  say hope are not wearing.
    Shaking my head as  he fantasizes about seeing that woman or girl naked 
or barely covered in her  skimpy bikini.  Sitting side by side, legs 
dangling just above the water as  we sip from our water bottles.  Not sitting on 
the last barge; but on the  end deck of the one in front, so as to be 
shielded from those on shore and only  visible to any passing directly across from 
us on the river and those on the  walkway to shore.
    The gently sway of  the barge on the river swells rocking us into a 
peaceful languor.  Looking  at Jeff as he wipes his brow, the sun still heating 
his fair skin.   Jeff not doing as well with my as to tanning, as he is too 
macho to wear  sunscreen and he just isn't naturally a darker flesh tone.  
    His exposed flesh a  bright red and to detract from his overall 
appearance, his skin peeling from  sunburn in spots.
    Reaching to his arm  and touching the sweaty redness, feeling the heat 
of his skin.  Then  pushing up his shirt sleeve and comparing the pale 
whiteness of his covered skin  to the bright red of his exposed.
    "You are going to  be suffering tonight."  My usual comment as we look 
at each other.   His blue eyes bright and intense, like the color of the 
pristine ocean.   Taking my water bottle and placing it against his thigh and 
laughing as he jerks  to the coldness of the water.
    Arms brushing as I  reach to his thigh and cut leg of his jean shorts 
and pull the fabric up to  expose the white thigh in contrast once again.  
Doing the same to my jeans  and showing him the deep tan of my legs next to 
the lighter tan of my covered  skin.  No sunburn.
    "How do you do  that?"  Looking at him, then recognizing his  question.
    "My family has a  beach house on the Connecticut shore and I spend my 
weekends there and I wear  less then I do here working.  I would love to be 
able to wear a bikini  here."
    His smile breaking  out wide and wicked,  "I would love to see you in a 
 bikini."
    Not the first time  that we touched on this subject or flirted so to 
speak.  "You would like to  see me in a bikini and less I am sure.  You are 
just another one of those  horn dogs in this plant.  I see them looking at me 
when I walk past and I  know what they are thinking.  They are so starved to 
see a female on the  job; they would even think I was sexy a hell."
    "You are hot and  sexy.  Especially with all that dust sticking to your 
sweaty skin right  now."  His laughter contagious as I have looked in the 
mirror after a windy  day on the river and know what he means.
    "You not only look  like me; but you look like a piece of meat cooked 
on a barbeque.  The  kidding only going so far before we get to that point 
that it becomes  awkward.
    Jeff, turning  around to brush stones away from the deck behind him and 
then laying back,  rubbing the cool water bottle on his forehead and neck.
    Looking at him as  his legs dangle over the side of the barge and the 
rest of his body is  supine on the deck.  Taking in the hard muscles of his 
thighs and then the  abbreviated shorts, now showing a bulge where his 
privates must be tucked.   His tee shirt pulled up to expose the start of his 
budding abs, stomach flat and  tight.  His chest rising slowly as he shields his 
eyes with his arm and  continuing to wet his neck and head with the water 
bottle.  A sigh of  contentment from his lips as he licks them.
    Turning behind me  and cleaning an area of stones so I might lay back 
and enjoy as he is; but  stopping and looking down at Jeff again.  Taking a 
sip of cool water and  then leaning over and pulling his shirt up and then 
letting some of the water  drip onto his stomach.  His body jerking at the 
spillage of moisture.   One of my hand on his chest holding him laying back as 
I lean over further and  lick at his cut inny navel.  My tongue tip cirlcing 
around to lick the  water trapped in the small indent.
    As he pushes to sit  up, my hand still pressed to his chest.   "Stay 
still."  His head  tilted up to look at me, as I look back as I stick my 
tongue out and then lick  around my lips.
    Small kisses and  lick over his tummy and then pushing his shirt a 
little higher, finding his  small man nipples and sucking them as I hear him 
moan and suck in his  breath.
    Not sure what is  driving me; but suddenly I am a horn dog and enjoying 
teasing this young  man.  Feeling the trembling of his body under his skin 
as I work my way  back down to his navel.  One hand pressed on his chest 
lightly, keeping him  on his back.  The other hand moving to his thigh and 
reaching under the  pant leg of his shorts and prying higher finding his 
underwear.  The shorts  too tight to allow my hand to move further underneath his 
pant  leg.
    Pulling my hand out  and then resting it on the front of his shorts.  
Feeling the definite bulge  in response to my teasing.  A grunt as I squeeze 
with my  fingers.
    Finding myself  having gone too far now, as not only is he excited; but 
I am myself.  My  hand shifting up to the waistband of his shorts, as my 
tongue continues to lick  and kiss his navel and the bare flesh above the line 
of his  waist.
    Popping the metal  tab through the hole and then tugging on the zipper 
tab and loosening the  shorts.  Pulling the material apart to expose his 
tighty whitey jockey  shorts and the bulge in the white cotton fabric.
    My fingers edging  under the waistband and pushing it down as I find 
the warm soft flesh of his  aroused dick.  The mushroom head a dark red as my 
fingers grasp at the  shaft.  My head swiveling to blow a breath of warm air 
over the turgid  flesh and then kiss the tip with my lips.  Gently touching 
the swollen head  with lips and then tongue.
    The shorts impeding  my caresses.  "Lift up."  My command obeyed 
immediately as I use my  hand to tug his shorts and underwear down to his knees.  
His groin totally  exposed to me now.   His stiff organ bouncing as I grasp 
it with my  fingers and hold it as I lick the knob like a lollipop.  Then 
licking down  the underside as I hold it against his belly.  Touching the root 
and then  burying my head between his spread thighs and using my teeth and 
lips to pull at  the tight sack holding his tender balls.
    His moans and  groans loud and I can hear my own moans as I suck and 
lick and tease his meaty  nuts.  The musk of his sweaty maleness filling my 
nostrils as I inhale and  shiver with the scent of his arousal.
    My own shorts are  now tighter on my body as my labia have swollen and 
pressing against the insides  of my jeans.  I am lost to my need as I  
wiggle as I know kneel to the  side of his body and squeeze my thighs tightly 
together; rubbing heated greasy  flesh.  
    Feeling a hand  reaching up my side and under my tank top.  The fingers 
finding the small  breasts and the hard nipples pressing against the light 
fabric of my bra and  shirt.  A long low moan of pleasure as his fingers 
rake over the nipple and  then pinch and tug the engorged tip.  His other hand 
reaching up between my  legs from behind and pressing against the swollen 
flesh of my pussy lips.   I can feel my jeans damp with sweat and now my juice 
as it oozes from my soaking  tunnel.
    Trying to  concentrate on the cock as I lick back to the top and then 
spread my lips to  spear it into my mouth.  Tasting the sweat and the precum 
as a droplet  forms at the piss slit.  Mewling as I move my head to work the 
knob against  my cheeks, not able to find a comfortable spot.
    Then releasing his  cock, a string of saliva connecting his cock and my 
mouth for a moment as I tug  at my jeans and undo them and tug them off of 
one of my legs.  My panties  quickly following.   Then moving to kneel over 
his head, lowering  myself into an awkward 69.  My legs pinning his arms as 
I rub my cunt over  his face and lower myself again to take his cock deep in 
my mouth.  
    My body rocking to  slide up and down his cock, forcing my juicy cunt 
to wash his face with my  leaking grease.  His body jerking up to try to meet 
my face; but his  position awkward and I  gag and drool over his cock and  
balls.
    The load of  scalding cream, a sudden eruption as he shoots his load of 
seed into my  mouth.  Choking till I hold my head steady, lips just below 
his cockhead,  as he blasts a few more loads of his rich seed into my mouth 
and  throat.
    Suckling that a  needy child on a big teat as I drink the young man dry 
of his semen.   Finally, pulling my head off of the still hard shaft and 
wide eyes looking  around on the end deck of the barge.
    Desperate now, as I  need that cock inside of me.  Forcing myself off 
of his face and standing  up, legs shaking.  Then pulling him to his feet and 
placing him on the flat  top of a round bitt.  Climbing on facing him as I 
feel his stiff cock  impaling my cunt.  Wrapping my legs around him and 
pulling myself tighter  into his lap.
    His hand fumbling  at my shirt, pulling it under my armpits and then 
undoing the latch of my  bra.  His hands finding my breasts and hard nipples.  
Mauling them  with hard squeezes and pinches and tugs as I rock on his lap, 
using the ears on  the bitt to push myself up and lower myself on his stiff 
 prick.
    My velvety cunt  walls clenching and caressing his hard prick as it 
moves along my warm wet  tunnel.  One hand of mine between our bodies, finding 
the smooth button of  my clitoris and rubbing it hard as I ride his dick.  
    The sounds of our  moans and groans and the wet sound of his cock 
sliding in and out of my pussy,  overridden by the sound of a voice calling.  My 
brother's voice.   Taking a second or two to break the spell of our lust and 
then almost falling to  the deck as we pull apart.  
    Panic in our  movements as we look for our clothing, and dress 
hurriedly against the bulkhead  to shelter us from view.  Guilt on both of our faces 
as my brother moves  along the walkway and I pop into view and wave.   "We 
are over  here."
    Jeff drinking from  his water bottle; but the bottle shaking as he 
tilts his head back, water  spilling onto his chin and chest.  If you didn't 
look at his face, you  might see the bulge still pushing at his shorts.
    "We were just  finishing up."  Not sure what my remark meant, as our 
tools are already put  away.
    My brother looking  from one to the other.  Then jumping down onto the 
scow deck, measurement  book in hand.  "I need to recheck the measurements 
on the  #101."   His eyes moving from one to the other of us.  "Jeff, go  up 
and help them shovel on F-1.  Patrice we will  recheck."
    Jeff hurrying up to  the walkway and to escape before any questions 
could be asked.  My brother  watching him and then turning to me.
    A question on his  face; but the answer already there also.  Shaking 
his head slowly. as he  steps up to me and looks me in the face.
    My face burning  with embarrassment as I know the question and answer 
all too well.  His  eyes holding me then dropping to look at my chest and the 
hard nipples  visible.  Then eyes dropping lower to my shorts and the fly 
that is half  open or half closed depending on how you view it.
    The dead giveaway  to me, is as I stand still and take a deep breath 
and catch a whiff of my  arousal filling my nostrils.  The immediate area, 
even though outdoors,  smells like a room where there has just been raw nasty  
sex.
    "Should I ask or do  you want to tell me what you two have been doing?" 
 My brother's voice even  and controlled.
    "We were just  taking a break and then going to come in to see what you 
needed us to do  next."  Trembling a little as I voice these words, not 
wholly a lie; but  also not quite  the truth.
    My brother looking  at me again, then climbing up on top of the load of 
stone.  Looking around  and then climbing back down to face me.  
    "Well, did anyone  see you two taking a break or were you too busy to 
look?"  Shaking my head;  but having no answer to the question.  Realizing 
that once we started, I  didn't pay attention to whom might see us or be 
passing on the  river.
    "Patrice.  I  know you are a young woman and you have needs.  What I 
don't need you to do  is to fuck my workers."  The words pointing out exactly 
what my brother  thought we were doing.
    Feeling tears  welling in my eyes as I look at my brother then drop my 
gaze to look down.   Not resisting as he grabs my wrist and pulls me over to 
the bitt.  My  brother is a big man, 6'2" and about 240 and a lot of  
muscle.
    HIm sitting down on  the bitt and then pulling me over his lap.  Biting 
my lower lip as his hand  holds me down with one hand on my back and the 
other slamming hard into my  buttocks.  The tears in my eyes now falling to 
the deck beneath me as his  hands raises and falls again and again.  My ass 
cheeks stinging as they  flatten with each openhanded blow.  
    Not even trying to  resist, as he treats me like a naughty girl being 
disciplined.  Not only is  my ass burning from the blows but hot under my 
shorts.  And in spite of the  pain from the spanking, I am also feeling 
excitement.  My pussy dripping  more of my strong musk.
    Finally his hand  relaxing and letting me stand up as he grabs my wrist 
again and pulls me to the  bulkhead.  "Stand there and do not move till I 
tell  you."
    Breathing hard and  deep as I wait.  My breasts hard and aching with 
sensation as are the fat  puffy lips of my cunt.  Finding myself turned on by  
discipline.
    Staring at the  steel wall, waiting for what is next.  Sucking in my 
tummy, as I feel the  hands on my waist and then the hard calloused fingers 
sliding up my belly to cup  my breasts.  The strong fingers kneading my 
breasts in the lightweight  cups.  Moaning softly as the nipples are pushed and 
pulled, and then one  hand releases my left breast and moves to my back and 
undoes the clasp on my  bra.  
    The small breasts  slipping free and jiggling gently on my chest.  My 
eyes closing as the two  hands now as massaging the soft flesh of my breasts 
with no impeding  clothing.  Moaning as the hands knowingly pull and tug and 
pinch the  sensitive flesh.
    Mewling as the  hands release my breasts and move to my waist and 
sliding around to the front,  undoing my shorts and tugging them and my panties 
down beneath my ass  cheeks.  Then placing my legs together, feeling them 
tugged hard and the  shorts and panties slipping down to pool around my ankles.
    "Step out of  them."  Shaking one leg till the shorts have freed 
themselves from my foot  and the spreading my legs apart.  "Lean forward and brace 
against the  wall."
    Leaning forward  till my hands touch the warm steel bulkhead.  My ass 
being pushed  backwards as my legs slip further apart.  Not having to wait 
long for the  contact of a hand on my already sore ass cheek.  The hands 
alternating for  a series of blows.  The sound of flesh contacting loud as my 
legs are  trembling from the physical abuse and my excitement.
    A loud moan as I  feel the warm flesh touch the back of my thighs and 
then feel it slipping into  the wetness of my pussy.  Leaning forward on my 
tiptoes as the cock is  shoved deep between my legs, parting my puffy labia 
and spreading the walls of  my cunt.  My pussy clenching around the hard 
thick cock and then feeling it  pull back and quickly thrust forward again.
    My cunt already  soaking with my juices as the wet suctioning of his 
cock, makes loud squishy  noises with each thrust in and out.  grunting as the 
savage thrusting  shoves deep into me, beating my cunt lips into a sore 
well used  surrender.
    My brother grunting  loudly now as his hands reach and grasp my 
breasts, squashing them and mauling  them as he jerks his hips hard against my ass 
cheeks.  Crushing my breasts,  the pain and pleasure causing my cunt to 
contract hard on his cock as he pulls  me tight and empties his seed into my 
needy cunt.  
    Eyes rolling in my  head as he finishes and pulls out of me.  I can 
feel his seed slipping from  my spread legs as I continue to hold my position.  
Well aware that I should  not move till he gives me permission.
    His cock still hard  and feeling it being pressed against my asshole 
and feeling the pressure of it  being forced into my dark hole.  His dick 
slick with my grease and his  cum.  A wad of saliva being added to the mix as he 
presses forward with his  weight and forces it into my body.   My ring 
sprang open as his shaft  follows the thick head.
    My chest heaving  from the pressure in my lower body.  He know I hate 
to be ass fucked.   This is my real punishment.  Slowly sawing his cock into 
my ass with short  strokes and then grabbing my body and pulling it tight to 
him again.  His  pubic hair scratching my ass cheeks as he jerks and spews 
more of his cum into  my body.
    A loud pop as he  pulls his cock head from my tight hole.  Breathing 
hard as I feel my legs  tensed.  Whimpering as I feel a finger finding my 
clitoris and rubbing over  the smooth throbbing button.  My breathing noisy as 
my excitement reaches  to peak.  My cunt clenched as I am so close now, just 
needing a little  more, just a little more.  And then the finger stopping 
tapping my clit for  a few seconds and then feeling him step away from me.
    My bodies weight  resting on my hands and the toes of my feet as I 
tremble and shake.  Not  wanting to beg; but not able to help myself as I 
implore my brother to finish  me.  His laugh cruel as I wait and my  orgasm so 
close; but incomplete.
    "Turn around and  clean me you little slut."  Pushing away from the 
wall and turning and  kneeling on stones as I look up and then take the semi 
hard cock in my  mouth.  Tasting the my cunt and my ass and sweat and his seed 
as I  slowly clean from head to ball sack.  Then a gentle kiss on the tip 
of the  mushroom cap.  
    "Thank you  brother."  Sitting back on my legs as I look up.  Finally a 
smile  from my brother.
    "Get dressed and go  help clean F-1 conveyor.  Do not clean up.  You 
leave the cum in  your skanky cunt and ass.  And do not give yourself a 
orgasm.  If  you are lucky, my lovely wife will be away for a few hours tonight 
and if you  please me properly, I will let you cum.
    My brother zipping  up and leaving me semi naked and well fucked on the 
deck of the scow.   Wanting so bad to rub myself off a climax; but knowing 
that I am not  allowed.  Feeling the semen dampening the front and back of 
my jeans as I  pull them on.  My cunt lips still swollen and forming a camel  
toe.  
    As I climb off  the barge to the walkway, I feel the cum dripping out 
of my fucked cunt and  ass.  Walking a little stiff as I go to join the men 
on the walkway.   Not sure if it is true; but I can smell my cunt grease 
strong and wafting in the  air around me. 
    Wondering if these  guys are smelling me in heat and what it would be 
like to take on this  crew..........
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
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