Chapter 18:Even if it was in public
"What are you?" he breathed into her ear.
"I... I'm your sex toy," she breathed back.
"What are you?" he asked again, his finger rubbing more urgently.
"Ooh, I'm a slut." She spread her legs a little more, making it easier for him to gain access.
"What are you?" His other hand slid down the back of her costume, stretching the mesh aside. He slowly pushed a moistened index finger into her anus.
"Oh god, Michael. I... I'm your... ooh, please fuck me."
"What am I?" he asked again. He slid another finger into her ass and began to work them harder. It might have been painful in the real world, but here it was pure pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh... What do you want... oh, god, me to say? I'm what... whatever you want..."
"You're my lover, Lucy. Now, cum for me." At his words her body exploded into pure, intense orgasm. She shrieked out her passion, filling his hand with cum juice, clutching his arm as though if she let go she would fall off the Earth. After several seconds, she came down. Her knees sagged, unable to support her, and Michael allowed her to drop to the sand on all fours.
A thought left him naked and he dropped to his knees behind her, between her calves. His left hand pulled the fabric of her costume away from her pussy and his right guided his cock into the hot, wet folds between her legs. He sighed as he entered her. She let out a soft moan and bent her arms down so that her breasts were pressed into the sand, her chin resting on her forearms. He could feel the added pressure this gave to the walls of her cunt and began to pump into her.
"Oh yeah," she groaned, "that's what I want, hot, thick cock in my tight pussy." She began to rock back in time with his thrusts, driving him deeper into her. He grabbed a handful of buttock in each of his hands and pushed her ass wide apart. "Ooh, fuck, that's wicked. Oh yeah, harder, fuck me harder." Michael obliged, driving himself into her harder and faster. His hips slapped into her buttocks, each shock sending a burst of sensation up through her body.
"I'm cumming," she groaned. "Cumming, oh fuck, yes, now!" He felt the muscles around her vagina clamp down around his cock, and the extra tightness just made him pump harder. Her cunt was milking him for all it was worth, and he knew that she was loving every minute of it. "Oh... god... Michael... I'm gonna... cum again... unnngh!"
This time her body clamped down so hard that it drove him over the edge. His vision exploded into a shower of orgasm-induced fireworks and it felt as though his entire body was being pumped into her through his cock. He collapsed forward onto her, and she fell with him, leaving them lying, full stretch, on the warm sand. He was still inside her and she could feel his cock twitching periodically as it relaxed. It felt like the most wonderful thing in the world.
"D'you really like the changes I've made to you?" has asked after a short while.
"Yes. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't," she replied.
He rolled off her, onto his side and she turned onto her side to look at him. Her swimsuit had slipped and he reached out a hand to play with one of her nipples. "You really like the idea that I make you do kinky stuff that you would never normally do?"
"Ooh," she moaned. "Yes, Michael, I really meant what I said. It makes me feel, ooh stop that, kind of liberated. Why have you stopped?"
He shook his head and returned to playing with her nipple. "So, you would do anything I told you to do? Even if it was in public?"
Lucy frowned and looked at him with a quizzical grin on her lips. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
Michael dropped in on Julia on his way to the mall the following morning. He knocked politely on the front door of her house and waited. When she appeared, she was wearing her business suit. "Oh, Michael, what can I do for you?"
"I, um, just wanted to drop in and see you; make sure you're okay."
"Well, it just happens that I have to go to Atlanta on business for a few days. I'm flying out in a couple of hours. The cab should be here any minute." She paused for a second. "Did you make up with Lucy?"
"Yeah. In fact I'm on my way to meet her now."
"Good. Look, I'm back on Saturday. Maybe the two of you could come over on Saturday evening? We'll... watch a video or something."
"Sure, Miss Calvin, I'm sure that'd be good."
She seemed to cringe at the use of her surname. "Well, I'll see you Saturday then."
"Yeah," and he turned, walking down her front path to the sidewalk. The cab was turning down their street as Michael made it out onto the main road into town. He caught a bus and was at the Sweetwater Mall by ten-thirty.