Chapter 4: Do you want me to stop
"What am I going to do with her now?" Michael asked, hoisting her naked body onto his shoulder.
"We'll take her to the pool house," Miss Calvin suggested. She started out toward the back of the house, and Michael followed, Lucy groaning slightly as she bounced on his shoulder.
At the back of the house was a mid-sized swimming pool. Various couples, trios, and one foursome, were engaged in sex in and out of the water. One woman, her enormous breasts clad only in a miniscule bikini top was lying on an inflatable lounger in the middle of the pool while a man ate her out, treading water as he did so. Two men were engaged in fucking a blonde woman wearing a leather collar. She was face down over one man while the second ploughed her anus. A redhead was holding the blonde's head up by the ring on her collar and forcing her to lap at her clit while bobbing up and down on the two men.
They walked around the pool toward a low, stucco building with large, sliding windows down one wall. Miss Calvin pushed one open and led the way inside. The room was lit by subdued wall lighting and fitted out with odd furniture. Plush couches lined two walls with a padded stool-like thing positioned so that people sitting on the couches had a good view of it. To the right was a pool table, somehow incongruous among the sexual tension of the party.
"Put her on the spanking bench and tie her down," Miss Calvin said, "I'll get some cuffs for her wrists and ankles."
Michael figured the 'spanking bench' was the padded contraption and, on closer inspection, he found that it was fitted out with rings for tethers at the base of each leg. He laid Lucy face down on the padding, positioning her feet beside the rings at one end. She was facing the large window and would have a good view of the pool and its occupants when she regained her senses. Miss Calvin returned with four leather cuffs lined with sheepskin, and they attached Lucy to the bench by her wrists and ankles.
"What now?" Michael asked without really thinking. Miss Calvin sat down on one of the couches and looked at him. "Oh," he said and began to undress.
Lucy began to come out her stupor as Michael pushed his cock into her pussy. She was very wet after her experience with the vibrator and entering her was easy.
"W-where am I?" Lucy mumbled. "What's going..?" She twisted her head to get a slight look at the owner of the cock inside her. "Michael?" He began to stroke inside her, pulling out until only the head of his cock was inside her, then sliding back in. "Are you... oh god... are you f-fucking me?"
"Yes, Lucy. Do you want me to stop?" He reached between her legs and began to stroke at her clit. It was an awkward position, but he managed it.
"Uungh... no, oooh, please... all those people can... see me being... fucked, aah... no... please don't, uungh, don't stop."
He began pumping harder and faster, and had to remove his hand. She did not seem to mind, all she did was moan more and try to move her hips in time to his thrusts. He was amazed at his stamina; when masturbating he would have cum by now, but inside Lucy he felt he could go for hours.
He heard a sound off to his right and looked over to where Miss Calvin was seated. Her eyes were fixed on Michael's cock sliding in and out of Lucy. She had one hand between her legs, working hard, while another teased at one of her nipples through the thin material of her dress.
"Oh god, I'm cumming!" Lucy groaned, and Michael felt her vaginal muscles clamp down around his dick. He kept fucking her, increasing his pace a little, and a second later Lucy was thrashing violently against her bonds. As soon as she had calmed down again, falling limp over the bench, Michael pulled his still hard cock out of her and released her cuffs.
Michael turned and walked over to Miss Calvin. "There's something I wanted to do to you this afternoon when you showed me that dress," he said.
"Oh, what's that?"
He held out his hand and she took it to let him pull her to her feet. He led her across the room to the pool table and pushed her up against it. "Put your face on the table," he told her and she bent at the hips to obey. As he had expected, her dress rode up her legs and he did not even have to touch it to slide into her.
"Oh yes!" she groaned. "You're so big. Bigger than last night." Michael began to push in and out, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing his pace until Miss Calvin was crying out with each thrust. "Yes... yes... harder... uungh... yes... nearly... there... now..." He felt her muscles tightening around him, but this time felt his own orgasm rising to meet hers. They came almost together, her cunt milking him of every drop of cum it could manage. When it was over, she sagged onto the table surface and he collapsed on top of her, his shrinking cock still inside her.
"Michael?" It was Lucy's voice and he stood up and turned to see her standing behind them. Had she been watching him fuck Miss Calvin? "Michael... um... will you fuck me again?"
"I've only just cum," he said. "It'll be a while before I can do it again, unless you know of a way to perk things up?"