Chapter 5: Last night
Lucy blinked once, and then dropped to her knees in front of him. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking him into her mouth, while her tongue rolled over him like a warm, wet wave. He realised he was getting hard, quickly. His cock expanded to fill her mouth, but she kept sucking and running her tongue around the head of his cock for a minute or so more before releasing him and standing up, a pleased smile on hr face.
"Lie on the floor," he commanded and she began to comply. "No, over by the window." Her cheeks coloured and she lost the smile, but she followed his order. "Feet at the window side, good. Now pull your legs up and grab your ankles. Keep your legs straight and wide apart. I know you can do it, I've seen you cheerleading. Give the people a good show of your cunt." He walked around and got down between her legs. She was wetter than the first time, whether from the humiliation or the earlier activities he could not tell, and his entry into her was slick and smooth. "Keep your legs spread like that and don't let go of your ankles, or I'll stop," he told her. Then he began fucking her, using a slow, steady rhythm that he could tell was driving her insane.
After a few minutes of moaning frustration he began to beg. "Please, Michael, fuck me faster. Fuck me like you did her. Fuck me harder, please, god, screw me so me ears ring." he kept ploughing at her, slow and easy. "Can't take this," she moaned. "Please, bang me."
"Like the slut you are?" he asked.
"Yes!" She pounced on the phrase. "Screw me like a slut! Bang your little whore. Use me as a fuck hole and don't stop 'til I break."
"That's quite enough noise out of you," said Miss Calvin. "Let's gag the bitch," and she straddled Lucy's face, pressing her pussy against Lucy's mouth.
Lucy struggled, almost releasing her ankles. "Mmph, no," she got out.
"Eat her, Lucy," Michael ordered. "Make her cum and I'll make you cum." A second later, Miss Calvin began to moan as Lucy's tongue went to work on her clit, and Michael began to pump into Lucy as hard as he could. Her tits shuddered with each thrust, and her hips twisted and turned as much as they could to improve the angle of his attack.
Then, without warning, Miss Calvin came and fell forward off Lucy's face. Michael could see Miss Calvin's juices pasted all over the younger girl's mouth and cheeks. Lucy's eyes were shut and she was chanting under her breath, "fuck... fuck... fuck..."
Her eyes opened wide suddenly and her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure as she rolled her head back and her entire body shook in the throws of orgasm.
Michael shot his load into her as he watched her cum. His body kept fucking her, apparently on autopilot, as his brain dissolved into ecstasy. The world dissolved into black around him as he collapsed onto Lucy's still trembling body.
Michael lay awake for an hour or so thinking about the dreams of the last two nights. Tonight's had been less sticky on awakening, but more disturbing. Finally he made a decision, found a T-shirt and a pair of jeans to wear, and headed out through the back door toward Miss Calvin's back yard gate.
She answered the door wearing a silk nightshirt, buttoned at the front, but only with three of its six buttons. Michael could see a substantial amount of breast through the gap. "Michael?" she said, sounding a little surprised, "what brings you here? The yard is finished, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Look, I need to talk to you about something; can I come in?"
She shrugged and his eyes were pulled down to the larger amount of cleavage the action exposed. "Sure," she said and turned to lead the way to the small dining room he had seen before. "I hope you don't mind me eating? You caught me having breakfast and I've a meeting in downtown, so I can't afford to wait." Her shirt barely covered her bottom as she walked away from him and he kept catching glimpses of round, butt-flesh as he followed her. She sat down behind a plate of toast and a mug of steaming coffee. "Pour yourself some coffee, if you want," she told him, indicating the coffee pot on the table. He was wound up enough as it was.
"Umm, Miss Calvin," he began, "what the hell's going on?"
She looked blankly at him. "I don't know what you mean, Michael. What is 'going on'?"
He knew she was lying, then and there. He was unsure how or why he knew, but he knew. He decided he would play her game anyway. "The night after I first came to clear your yard," he said, "you were in my dreams. We... fucked and, when I woke up, I figured it was just a wet dream."
"Well yes you..."
"Last night," he interrupted whatever she was trying to say, "you were there again, only this time a girl from my school was there too. I dream about her a lot, but last night she was really there, in my dream, and so were you."
"And we had sex again?"
"We all did. It was some kind of weird party and you had invited me there somehow. You were wearing that dress I picked for you yesterday. We both screwed Lucy and she liked it. It was the wildest thing I've ever done, and it wasn't quite a dream. What have you got me into?"
Miss Calvin stood up, pushing her chair back from the table to remain at arm's length from Michael. "I've done nothing to you, Michael, and I really think you should go now." He moved much faster than she had thought he could, reaching out to catch her wrist and pull her toward him. He stepped sideways as he did so, twisting her to face away from him and toward the table, and she gasped as he pushed her hard against the edge, her hips impacting the wood. "Michael," she said calmly, "if you let me go right now, we'll say nothing more about this."