Chapter 42:Get on top of me and then you can start fucking.

Michael felt Janine’s inner muscles starting to ripple around him and knew that she was also about to climax. She was tight to begin with and the added pressure was enough to start his balls tightening. He rammed into her hard; once, twice, on the third stroke he came, pumping jet after jet of semen into Janine’s tight pussy. Janine’s back was arched and her shoulders were trying to dig there way through the carpeted floor. Her tongue had gone from lapping playfully to rigidly pushing up into Lucy’s cunt as the blonde came down off her high.

Lucy stood and pulled down her skirt. Michael pulled out of Janine and wiped himself on the towel he had been wearing. Then he went to the dryer to pull out his clothes. Dressed, he glanced down at Janine and noticed the little white thong lying beside her. He picked it up and pushed it into his pocket. “I’ll keep those,” he said. “You’ll spend the rest of the night without panties on. Janine shivered in humiliation, but remained lying on the floor, breathing hard. “Shall we go?” Michael said to Lucy and, arm in arm, they left the pool house.

Brian spotted them as the entered the dining room and rushed over. Michael groaned inwardly, but Brian’s face shone like a happy puppy. “I gotta talk to you, Michael.”

“Look, Brian, I’m sorry about…”

“No, no, no. Don’t you worry about that. You gotta try out for the team next year.”

Michael and Lucy both looked blankly at the footballer. “I have to what?”

“Try out for the team. Jeez, if you can knock me over like that… Okay, so I wasn’t ready for you, so maybe you couldn’t do that on the field so easily. Just think about it. You could plough right through a defensive line, no trouble. You gotta talk to Coach, you gotta!”

“My life just gets stranger,” he projected to Lucy. “I’ll think about it, Brian,” was what he said aloud. Brian’s face changed to kicked puppy; that was what you said when you would not do anything about it. “I really will think about it, okay?”

Brian grinned. “Coach is gonna love you.” His face became serious. “In a manly sort of way. We don’t do that… kind of stuff in the team.”

“Unlike in the cheerleaders, it seams,” Michael thought, which sent Lucy into a laughing/coughing fit. Brian rushed off to get her a drink and the night turned into a very pleasant one. Lucy’s ‘crowd’ now seemed to think Michael was some kind of long lost friend who had been away and now come back, rather than the member of the lower classes he had been in the previous school year. Michael had to put up with Brian fawning over them a lot to make sure he tried out, and Janine was a little to attentive to the needs of her guests. Luckily, Brian thought this had to do with his own liking for the new offensive genius, rather than the fucking the brunette had received earlier.

When the first of the other girls had come to him asking for a dance, he had started to decline when Lucy had butted in. “Go on, Michael, dance with Bethany. I’m a lucky girl to have you and I should spread my luck around a little.” Michael shrugged and allowed Bethany to lead him out onto the dance floor.

She danced close, very close, rubbing her leg against his crotch the whole time. Her breast pressed into his chest and she could feel hard nipples poking into him.

After Bethany, there was Jackie, and after Jackie there was Mary Jane. When Mary Jane departed, her hand lightly groping his cock as she turned to leave, Helen stepped in for a slow dance. She held him close and he could feel her mound pressing into his cock, grinding into his cock, through her microscopic skirt and his pants. “Janine’s right,” she whispered as the music faded. “That cock feels fabulous.”

Michael scurried off the dance floor before another girl could claim him. Lucy was waiting for him, a wicked grin on her face. “Enjoy that, did you?” she asked.

“I’m not sure if enjoy is the right word.”

“I certainly enjoyed it. Watching them try and fuck you out there with your clothes on was quite a turn on. And the best bit is: you’re mine.”

“I think Janine has been chatting,” he told her.

“Janine gossips like an old hen. One of them mentioned your huge cock did they? I’ve heard the rumours; seems you have a penis that King Kong would be proud of.” She smirked and sipped her drink. “Maybe we could try a few of the other girls for size over the next few weeks.”

“I know I made you my sex toy,” Michael said, “but I really wasn’t expecting Madam Whip to emerge.”

Lucy put on her best butter-would-not-melt-in-my-mouth face. “Who, little me?”

The problem, of course, was that Michael’s shoes were not dry. He had spent the evening in bare feet, but walking home was going to be difficult.

Janine offered to drive them. Her parents had bought her an open-topped beamer as soon as she was old enough to drive it legally and she liked to show it whenever possible. Today, she was particularly keen to point out that the passenger seat reclined a long way. Michael climbed into the passenger seat while Lucy squeezed in behind Janine.

“Should I screw her again?” he asked Lucy silently.

“Yes, I think so, but let’s find somewhere interesting to do it.”

“Turn left here,” Michael instructed Janine, and she swerved the car around the corner, thankful for the power steering and automatic gearbox.

“But I thought…” Janine began.

“Thinking is not what you are here to do,” Michael snapped at her. “You are the chauffer and the fuck toy, that’s all. Right at the next, then second left.” Glancing right he could see the colour rise in Janine’s cheeks. He could also see her breasts rising and falling in a very exaggerated way.

They drove for another three miles before Michael had Janine pull over onto the side of the road. The parking spot was quiet, the traffic very light, but they could not expect to go unobserved if they stayed there for long.

“Take off your clothes,” Michael instructed Janine.

“H-here? Someone might see.”

“Yes. Take them off, and then I’ll fuck you.”

Janine’s eyes widened, but her hands began to work the buttons on her blouse. She had not put her bra back on when she had dressed after their earlier session, and her breasts sprang free of the thin silk as soon as the buttons were loose. “No bra,” Lucy commented, “you really are a slut, aren’t you, Jan?”

Janine looked up at the other girl as she began to unzip her pants. “Yes,” she said, “but it’s okay ’cause I’m gonna get fucked.” She stood up on her car seat to peel her pants down her legs. It was not easy trying to balance and she had to use one hand on the seatback to stay upright while she worked the spray-on slacks down her legs with the other. Naked apart from her shoes, she sat back down on the seat.

Michael reclined the chair he was in. “Undo my pants,” he told her and she complied with the eagerness her new position as fuck toy deserved. Michael slipped his pants and briefs down his legs and undid his shirt. “Get on top of me and then you can start fucking.”

“B-but…”

“What’s wrong now, slut?” Lucy snapped.

“I-if someone drives past, they’ll be able to…”

“See you bouncing up and down like the little whore you are, yes. Get on with it.”

Shaking slightly, Janine climbed on top of Michael Straddling his hips was easy in the wide seat. Her wet pussy made it easy for her to impale herself onto him; she groaned as she drove his length into her core. Slowly at first, she began to pump up and down on Michael’s shaft. As the pleasure seemed to soak into her bones, she forgot about the danger of being seen and concentrated only on the pleasure. She looked down and found Michael and Lucy kissing passionately. They were ignoring her. She was being used only for sex. Used as a sex toy by this boy she would not have given the time of day to a week earlier. She groaned as the humiliation washed over her; it felt so good.

She was dimly aware of car lights and the honking of a horn. She ignored it and increased her pace, twisting her hips as she rose up and down in Michael’s lap.